Postcards #1

Hey New Zealand
You're like a girl I knew
You're really friendly
But you're f*cking far away.

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What up Mexico
Do you speak English?
No?
Well that's us f*cked.

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Hello, England.
What have we left to say.
You bore me.
It's over.

Have We Met?

No? No matter. I am Jonathan.

Do you find me mysterious? That's because I am mysterious. Thank you for asking.

What do I do? Well ... I'd rather not talk about it. For it is the night. Can you see it, out the window? The night? No? That's because it's the night.

What do I like about the night? It's ... the way the moon looks in the moonlight.

Many times, I've asked myself the same question. Yes. Why do I keep a rose in my collar? I think it's because I'm a poet. Yes, a poet. Roses are like poems, you know. They are very beautiful, but then they're over. Like ... dying.

Have you read Dostoyevsky? I have. These past years, I read nothing else. But I experience them so deeply - I can only read one at a time. I feel them inside me, like babies.

I love the morning, also. Especially when I stay awake to watch the dawn come over the horizon like an aurora. It's so ... like romantic love. Do you know love? They say love is a beautiful confusion. Perhaps ... you are confused right now. That's ok. It's ... ok to feel like this. Love is like flying, but in the air.

Graffiti #1