happy hippos are made entirely out of tasty white filling goodness. tram boys with long hair and greyblue eyes are meant to be stared at...especially if they started it. why are you not here - tell me the fuck why. i would run to There and drag you back Here by your hair but i am sleepy and happy hippos are calling to me. the fact that There is several hundred kilometres away may also have something to with why i am not sprinting out the door this very instant. i just realised that happy hippos are disturbing. the people at Kinder are on drugs. maybe battery acid.

last night me + my friends went down to the city and walked around the main square, looking at all the decorations and freakshows going on. they had a giant dollhouse set up with furniture and all. i wanted to go inside and maybe sit on the pretty armchair maybe stay and live in the perfect dollhouse maybe be frozen in this weird timewarp of a building but there was a red velvet rope around the house that stopped me. a fucking red velvet rope. then we went to a bar and sat around drinking beer, then went to a fastfood place and ate. i came home so tired and dazed clutching a large bag filled with candy that i will probably never eat but it was so nice to pretend that this bag was all i needed for the moment to be happy. gummy bears gummy snakes gummy hearts + sherbet covered winegums that contaminate the other candy with sugar crystals. i came home so tired and dazed holding tight onto my happybag of candy that i will never finish and i came home so filled with regrets. and i came home still feeling the kisses that never got to my lips because i didn't let them.