Kreativ kedsomhed

Ok indrømmet, når jeg keder mig, bliver jeg kreativ. Jeg har det med at blive "kreativ" på alle de områder jeg overhovedet ikke kender til (som er alle kreative områder)
sidst, gik det udover en erotisk novelle, som kun nåede til "han trak hende hårdt ind til sig, og kyssede grådigt hendes læber" - jeg kom til at lægge alt for meget vægt på hvordan de nu mødtes, hvad deres historie var, og hvorfor de var endt, der hvor de nu var endt. - Og da jeg endeligt nåede til de saftige linjer, begyndte jeg at kede mig, og gav mig til at lave det om til en krimi på 1 linje mere ; "hun skubbede ham væk, trak en pistol og skød ham med ordene: I et andet liv, et andet sted, og med andre individer"
.fuck.


Jeg vil skåne jer for jordens, måske dårligste erotiske novelle, og i stedet give jer EN LILLE SANG. Her er så, hvad jeg brugte 40 min af min lørdag eftermiddag på:
(Den går til melodien, "i en lille båd der gynger" )

I shouldn't go on like this anymore

But my lust is my disease;

Your curvy body is my cure.

My part time lover, lying in my bed,

I know it’s not much

But this is all I can give

My part time lover, crying in my arms

My part time lover, where’s your bedroom eyes?

My part time lover, I hate to see you cry

My part time lover, we have to break these ties

Oh, my part time lover

I could stay awake for the rest of my life

If my bed was your prison

And if I was your guard.

If your scent of summer

Could be my source of life

My part time lover -

I wouldn’t keep you out of my sight

My part time lover, crying in my arms

My part time lover, where’s your bedroom eyes?

My part time lover, I hate to see you cry

My part time lover, we have to break these ties

Oh, my part time lover

This desire, cannot last

I am no-ones to keep

And i'm no-ones to trash.
So darling, this may be the best of me

I'm so sorry, my part time lover
This is all it could ever be

My part time lover, crying in my arms

My part time lover, where’s your bedroom eyes?

My part time lover, I hate to see you cry

My part time lover, we have to break these ties

Oh, my part time lover

Oh but I’ll miss your long curly hair

Oh but I’ll miss the little black dress you always wear.

I’ll fucking miss your laugh and your smile

But we both know, this could only last for a while.

My part time lover, crying in my arms

My part time lover, where’s your bedroom eyes?

My part time lover, I hate to see you cry

My part time lover, we have to break these ties

Oh, my part time lover

Part time lover

Part time lover

Long curly hair

Black dress you always wear

So long my baby

Your tearful hazel eyes

I have already broken these ties.

Part time lover

Part time lover