Alice has made me extremely happy. I was dreaming about makin ppl trip and brake their necks, switching elbows and pining tires. Alice calmed me down. She kissed me and told me:

‘Now you are with me’

“ I am not afraid of you, u are nothing but a deck of cards..”,

‘Dear Alice’.

Alice didn’t wanna’ sit on the chair I sat her on the first day; Alice is not all that into the American dream, she’d rather go for cheaper flavours and queer their ass out.

Alice is so fuckin funny; she smiles every morning as she wakes up and moans, gathers her hands around her, placing one very close to the heart. Alice keeps forgetting, as if every day is a new thread of memory after a brainwash; Alice doesn’t wanna’ keep on believing, she deeply refuses to. So the rule is settled: every day is brand new; no accumulation, no patterns, no fuckin memory and deposits. I’m tired of all that dusty shit!

Stepping out of the bed, she takes a glance in the mirror on her way to the kitchen…every day as if everything changed just yesterday and she asks herself: who’s this girl? When did her hair grow that long? Tomorrow I will shave it; I wanna’ new girl by the day after tomorrow;  wanna trip somewhere in between these three days and erase it all; I want to have a new coffee on Tuesday, the coffee I would probably have in two or three years time, but I want it now.

I wanna loose that hand from my hair, I don’t want it tickling the back of my head while kissing. I don’t want my lips to taste anything alike any morning from now on; I have to look deeper into Alice; I am sure there’s so much more in there.

Alice has no summer plans. Since the last missing interview Alice has decided: from now on no worries; after all every day is a breadcrumb, no matter what u mix it with. Today it may be hazelnut spread, tomorrow just milk and so it can go on forever.

Alie was such a great gift and Alice knows: as the deck of cards will start shuffling faster and faster she‘s gonna make so many ppl unhappy. Alice will never listen to the King or stand by the Jack, she’d rather jump squares with 2, 3,4..

Alice wishes she could blow every day onto the world as in a pile of flower, and the only thing left untouched would be her parents. She imagines great possible worlds coming out of her sneeze afterwards, when all white dust is high up in the air.

Alice was wearing a black tie yesterday, and as she was trying to loosen it up and see patches of skin she imagined how would it be to have shorter hair and mix it with wax, and how would it be to stand underneath that white shirt and for her boobs not to stick out. Alice hates the simple thought of some hairdos not suiting her. I mean wadda’ fuck; if I wish to, anything should suit me just nicely enough. After all, I am all alike in this world; never ever saw anything too weird….

Alice is going back to political neutrality now and workin out that unencumbered self issue as if it were a solution for humankind; yet in another corner Alice is probably browsing the net, talking on mess and dreaming crazy as a fruitcake about dilated bodies….Alice is into all these schemes; and for all this consuming dispersion Alice is not gonna’ sleep tonight, as she slept for the last who knows how many nights before..