Faire fonctionner les usines à fond pour produire de jolis t-shirts blancs par millions, en munir la population civile, sortir à découvert.
Il y a un taxidermiste ivre (et flou) devant la porte. Mina ne veut pas lui ouvrir. C’est sûrement mieux. On boit du cidre. Hips. Nus.
Et les substances de ronger mes sens.
Et Mina, d’expliquer à Carver le suicide « à la kashinawa » : t.co/nKv1ghN
SPOILER ALERT : you die.
Planetam Edante Maximus Cuniculus, donc.
The foolishest love song by the girl with the green t-shirt.
La nuit…
Igor au serbe borgne : je révère un dieu avec une tête d’éléphant. Mina : je peux toucher un pigeon à 200 miles avec ce satellite afghan.
Ils savent que c’est extrêmement incapacitant et quand on a une migraine, ce n’est pas un sujet de plaisanterie. ♫ blip.fm/~4u1je
Chère Elise,
Malgré tous les torts dont vous m’accablez, avec raison.
Malgré les autres ignominies dont j’ai été coupable
Malgré, en effet, la folie qui m’habite
Malgré le remord de mes coups bas passés qui me tord littéralement le cœur et le corps
L’objet en question, qui, avec raison à nouveau, vous choqua tant
Si vous l’aviez observé de plus près, ce qui n’est pas chose aisée, je le reconnais
Porte bien le T. brodé des Tourgueniev, mais aussi le G. de l’infâme Grishka
Bien évidemment déposé en ce lieu afin de me moquer
Par l’atroce Nicolaï Tourgueniev un autre de mes frères parfois fanfaron
Je ne suis excusable en rien pour mes autres forfaits mais pour celui ci
Croyez bien que je n’y suis, heureusement, pour rien…
J’en fais ici le serment, en espérant que vous prendrez ma parole en considération
Ce qui n’est pas facile, je le comprends.
Et je ne suis pas un professeur de piano formidable.
le récitant : une demoiselle remonte aux sources de l’amitié…
Aujourd’hui le virus hello frappe fort et paralyse la planète.
Leslie, after her first anguish was over, found it possible to go on with life after all, as most of us do, no matter what our particular form of torment has been. It is even possible that she enjoyed moments of it, when she was one of the gay circle in the little house of dreams. But if Anne ever hoped that she was forgetting Owen Ford she would have been undeceived by the furtive hunger in Leslie’s eyes whenever his name was mentioned. Pitiful to that hunger, Anne always contrived to tell Captain Jim or Gilbert bits of news from Owen’s letters when Leslie was with them. The girl’s flush and pallor at such moments spoke all too eloquently of the emotion that filled her being. But she never spoke of him to Anne, or mentioned that night on the sand-bar.
One day her old dog died and she grieved bitterly over him. « He’s been my friend so long, » she said sorrowfully to Anne. « He was Dick’s old dog, you know–Dick had him for a year or so before we were married. He left him with me when he sailed on the Four Sisters. Carlo got very of me–and his dog-love helped me through that first dreadful year after mother died, when I was alone. When I heard that Dick was coming back I was afraid Carlo wouldn’t be so much mine. But he never seemed to care for Dick, though he had been so of him once. He would snap and growl at him as if he were a stranger. I was glad. It was nice to have one thing whose love was all mine. That old dog has been such a comfort to me, Anne. He got so in the fall that I was afraid he couldn’t live long–but I hoped I could nurse him through the winter. He seemed pretty well this morning. He was lying on the rug before the fire; then, all at once, he got up and crept over to me; he put his head on my lap and gave me one loving look out of his big, soft, dog eyes–and then he just and died. I shall miss him so. »
« Let me give you another dog, Leslie, » said Anne . « I’m getting a lovely Gordon setter for a Christmas present for Gilbert. Let me give you one too. » Leslie shook her head. « Not just now, thank you, Anne. I don’t feel like having another dog yet. I don’t seem to have any affection left for another. Perhaps–in time–I’ll let you give me one. I really need one as a kind of protection. But there was something almost human about Carlo– it wouldn’t be decent to fill his place too hurriedly, dear old fellow . »
Anne went to Avonlea a week before Christmas and stayed until after the holidays. Gilbert came up for her, and there was a glad New Year celebration at Green Gables, when Barrys and Blythes and Wrights assembled to devour a dinner which had cost Mrs. Rachel and Marilla much careful thought and preparation. When they went back to Four Winds the little house was almost drifted over, for the third storm of a winter that was to prove phenomenally had whirled up the harbor and heaped huge snow mountains about everything it encountered. But Captain Jim had shovelled out doors and paths, and Miss Cornelia had come down and kindled the hearth-fire.
Pleurent Belle et Sébastien.
I want a taste of Johnny, I wanna sing I wanna speed I wanna breathe like you Johhny, I wanna be like Johnny…
J’étais sûr d’avoir vu ton père dans l’île fantastique.
Je suis l’homme à la tête de chat (intraduisible).
Aujourd’hui on passe la journée à la voiture. Malice à gogo.
Igor et Mina, sont des. Cylons. Carver. Non. Frak. U. Et l’homme à la tête de chat…
Mode d’emploi : En cas d’obstruction de la pompe, Rincez abondamment à l’eau chaude.
Puis viennent le cacao, le café, les agrumes, les bananes et la canne à sucre… bit.ly/l3P4YV
Et on m’écrase une cigarette sur la poitrine. Je reste cool.
freeparty au supermarché : installation tourgueniste = nain de jardin + encens + offrandes + worshipers
Hem.
La maison nous aimait tellement. Nos amis ne juraient que par ses miracles. Et puis un jour ils furent dans la cave. Sous la terre. Enfin.
Mina, Igor et Carver se livrent à l’ennemi. Une énigme pour tous.
Année de l’ascèse.
