if life is art
then I guess I must have run out of paint
and markers
and pens
and pencils (the mechanical ones that I hate)
if life is a zoo
then I think all the animals just got set loose
a fucking tiger broke free
he killed all the antelope
and a moose
if life is a book
then the cover is worn
each and every page has been torn out
and someone somewhere is burning it
but life is a sewer
full of rotten lies, decay, and hate
a putrid cesspool
for every poor fool and their mate
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Lolly Vieira
Welcome to my page where I make sense of all the facets of myself through poetry and short stories.
I'm an artist of many mediums and strive to know and do better every day.
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Was I a Model in Japan?
During my time in Nagoya I worked and lived at the strangely famous hostel and café Nagonoya. With its chequered floors and florescent lighting it felt quite dated, but I think that was supposed to be part of the charm. The dorms were always fully booked on weekends with domestic tourists and there was always a buzz in the downstairs café. Camera crews were constantly in and out of the place interviewing the Japanese staff members who worked the café. I think it had something to do with the egg sandwiches. At least that was what was on most of the merchandise, except for that one dishcloth with the owner’s face on it. Was I being employed by a local celebrity?
By Susanna Kiernan6 days ago in Wander
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