Mille et une fois

How beautiful must be a kid on his bike, singing lalala. But kids never sing lalala. They never do. They're still happy like fishes in water. But fishes are liars even if they can't lie, because they can't be happy. They can't even get any satisfaction out of sleeping because they think they just got out of coma or they just came to life. When I see a clown, I also think he has a fish face. I'm starring at him, he's starring at me. Which one thinks he's smarter than the other. And who said they are scary, I wish they were. They just look like a mix of enlarged kids' clothes whos designer had bad tastes. I only met one in my life that was so fish-minded that he didn't want to blow me a balloon. Why for Jesus' sake are you a clown then, let me take your place, I'll rule a kid's day, he'll give me a proud smile as a reward. Clowns and kids are not only cool as a result of my pen. I often get this urge of putting a costume on my back or make up on my face, just like a mascott or a clown, for the hell of doing what nobody does; everyone is so afraid to move and I hate it. You can be who you want for a couple of minutes and you know that no one around will ever pronounce your name. I'd like the largest and the funniest costume. Because my urge also needs some wall-hitting, some football playing with anything that's on my way. After my touch down, because a mascott/clown always dances like a pro on fire, I'll dance. I'd like to go on a hockey arena, full of people, and slide from a side of the arena to the other, like my life needs this. I just hope the fur won't stick to the ice. Really, I want a costume, I'd do that kind of stuff.