London to Paris

I have come back from two weeks away.

One week in London, doing nothing in particular:

Went to the National Gallery, bought a beautiful book about a man who plants trees,

fell in love with sweet potatoes, went to a rock bar wearing leather with dark lipstick.

My boyfried drove us round France: Rouen, Paris and Calais.

Rouen is beautiful, quiet and very french.

Paris is beautiful, busy, touristful, musical and very french.

Calais is ugly, quiet and dodgy.

Every day in France we would have 3 different types of sweet

french bread from the Boulangerie, we had such a lovely routine.

We also grew even more certain of each other.

We grew used to each others constant company.

We are ourselves with each other.

It was such a beautiful trip in more ways than one.

Paid our respects to Jim Morrison at his grave.

Walked up the Eiffel Tower but refused to go to the top like the cattle.

Met Parisians galore at the river with our wine and Ryan on guitar.

Paid £12 for a wee.

Walked down the Champs Elysees.

Saw amazing things in the Louvre.

Photographed a crime scene in the metro station: blood everywhere.

Got stared at alot for being blonde.

Almost got kidnapped.

Crashed into a parked car but the lady didn't care.

Bought a tin whistle.

Made many sandwhiches.

Got mistaken for French people alot.

Had a bath.

Always had a mini balcony.

Fell in love with two cities and one man.

- Ped

Transformation

I used to be brunnette

but now i'm blondy ginger

I love it

I don't see why anyone could complain about being ginger

I actually really love it

Today i voted

I'm not telling you who for because it's confidential

I like moths better than butterflies

I love life and appreciate everyone and everything in it

I am paranoid and scared of being vulnerable when i sleep

I like to smoke a cigarette every now and then

I broke into an abandoned building and spray painted the walls

I did glass cutting

I have cancelled my university offer to do a foundation art course instead

I would love to live in London sometime.

I love to paint.

I wish i had the guts to try oils.

I am an acrylics fiend.

I love black biro drawings.

My phone broke today.

Mum was angry I couldn't contact her so I let her yell at me until she calmed down.

I bit my tongue.

This is me now.

Paint for me

Please paint me a pretty picture

Of Bumblebeas not in the trees

But floating face down in the seas

Of butterflies with blue tacked bellies

On my box for my brain.

Please paint me a pretty picture

Of spiders pinned and rats drowned.

It'll give me such a huge grin

That you'll forget how i frown

Please paint me a pretty picture

For me to hang on my teeth

For me to kick with my knee

Oh it'll give me such glee

Will that pretty picture for me!

- Ped.