Elin is leaving today, she is going back to Australia.
The Kangaroos noticed her absence and called her to say that she needs to come back immediately.
I am of course secretly hoping that she will tell em' to kiss her Swedish ass and go die outside the opera house (fingers crossed).
I'll give you a semi nude shot of my best friend.
I may even upload a total nudie once she is gone and can't slap bacon in my face for doing it.
We'll see, I might just be totally heartbroken and just cry and cry and never be myself again, and then of course I won't upload anything, I will simply find comfort in Chakana. And eventually die.
if only i had listened to your wise words before i got on the thirty hour flight that god forgot, and which was not improved by my neighbour - a badly-perfumed lady who wouldn't shut up and when she did it was only to snore whiffs of old-lady-breath air in my direction. Sigh. And once I get here, don't I discover that the kangaroos are already dead, killed by the merciless freezing temperature? One of them, drawing a last wheezing breath before his blood turned to ice, gave me a look which said it all.
ReplyDelete'Why, oh why did you leave the life by the pool side? You, who could be watching the sun go down over a lake with a bottle of vodka in your hand; let your mouth fill with tenderly grilled deer meat; drink overpriced box wine as if there were no wars, no starvation, injustice or evil on this planet; take photos of raw bacon in the grass; turn your face towards the sun and hear the joyous music of the little birds in your ears; speak fake German with your dearest of friends; go albatross hunting - because you, who held ALL OF THESE THINGS in your hands, could not have saved us [the kangaroos] from the permafrost of the southern hemispehere anyway. Grröööööhhl [the sounds of poor little roo dying away].'
What have I done?? And where is Chakana, our noble lady and friend in great need, you might ask? Alas, also she, has fled the continent. Thus there is no hope or light in my tunnel. May the holy Mother of Faz help me by presenting a free ticket back to Europe [preferably first-class, and restricted from old smelly ladies], before the summer is over, and lack of Chakana spirit has ruined us all.