no but ravewave could have a stand at this years' shawinigan western fest.

urban is overwritten to a point where people think being urban makes you a well-stated person.

urban is consumption.

and i ain't pointing at you, i've been a fucking capitalist since i came back here.

ride a bike.
walk.
jump metro gates.

don't spend a dollar on transportation.

until you have enough. to buy yourself a book. to get smarter.

made: attending the best night of mtl on saturday.
made: friends that take care of me.
made: intense conversations until sunrise.
made: new clothes. even girly ones like skirts.
made: dining out with new roomates on a terasse.

and....
SUN!

and i don't remember adding them.

how does this feature work?

you try too hard, that makes you obviously lacking of attention as i said.

not crazy.

yeah my glasses got smoggy and the floor was wet.

i got there at two am because unity with friends was boring.

nowdays it's so easy to be considered "insane".

be just a little of the right track (and by right i clearly mean the opposite of left), have a creative mind or uncommon ideas, then to the eyes of someone trained to analyze the slightest defect in your behaviour, you are obviously not normal.
or even at the smallest sight of anxiety, they stamp you "paranoid" on the forehead.

often, people claiming that they are insane are far from being it and simply need a little attention.
if you're insane for real, you rarely realize it and don't go and brag about it to others.

and even if you are, as long as you're happy and not about to injure anyone or yourself then you can keep on living you life and getting over it.

yeah,



GET OVER IT!

this quick test quickly rated me as "very highly narcissitic and schizotypical".

way different results from the real psychiatric study i had to do three years ago.

people change, internet knows.

oh yes! russians!
i made a deal with my friend i'd find her some russians if she found me cowboys!

then i can't walk straight. shooter? yeah why not. cheers! oh! this is my friend! "hiiiiiiimax!" i'm gonna go dance! oh god why's everybody in my way? push em, push em. fuck i spilt beer on my shirt again. "hey what's up? no i don't remember your name. " damn beer already emptied. i'll go beg this guy for another one. where did my friends go. oh hey, excuse me i didn't mean to fall on you. oh there's a full bottle on the stage and noone seems to pay attention to it. "hello, we went to primary school together, remember? no? ok well can i have a sip of your drink?" whoa check out the sugardandy over there! i wanna go dance next to him. too bad i can't even fully open my eyes and stumble on each step....

¡i'm off for a drink!

pride took over reason

it's disgusting that bush uses the situation just to get out of the torture scandal and already calls for revenge.

girl: ficelle

boy: querbes

vraiment, t'as du temps à perdre.

dj frigid esti

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stade olympique.

oratoire saint-joseph

at my 13th birthday party in australia...

there was this guy from school, owen.
his aborigines roots gave me cold sweats.

the sun went down, i took him by the hand and lead him to our first french kiss (in australian slan they call it "pash").

it was bad.

that was before i had discovered passion.

greenpeace canvasser.

i swear i have best conditions and coolest co-workers.

not only do we start at 3pm and finish at 9pm,
we must spend15% of our time laughing our asses off...

dead flag blues.......godspeed you black emperor.

when i was 15years old, he told me i had a special look that meant i was part of the "S".

when i asked him what "S" standed for, he leaned over and whispered "sex".

then added "i'm ready, just jump on me anytime..."

night&day. = charlie parker

belle and sebastian- fought in a war

if i was richer and older i sure would be.

oh no.

i forgot you only liked preppies.

no, my exboyfriend is my personnal hairdresser.

only i haven't seen him in three months. good thing. i can let my bob grow and then do some serious headbash to mötley crue (how's that spelled anyway?).

what's up you goldigga? you coming tonite?

*pushes away garbage*

i think i'm gonna go because an old friend of mine kers, uh i meant KRIS will be there with his unique blend of spraypaint and mental issues.

i hope there will be more people attending than what is listed.

i like the way you're a little bit of your own guinea pig.

[ www.markryden.com ]

i'm amazed, it's so clean and layered...

i'm gonna call my son "protocol".

and my daughter "greenhouse"

i think i work too much.

let's be more cliché, please.

a cowboy to me is someone that is not scared of his own shadow, that pops ideas as fast as his colt and riiiides like a horse.

ok.

got drunk.
when craving for another beer it never fails to sit at the bar and wait.

and there's this girl that probably thinks i'ma lesbo, with whom i have conversations such as...

-i'm so glad to see you tonite catherine!

-you remember my name? whoa you're good!

-how could i not, you stand out of the crowd! (editor's note: of course, since i ain't a gayboy...) here have a shooter with me!

SALUD!

only i hate waking up alone in my old roomate's bed not remembering how i got home (i swear i took a taxi but...) with my bike missing but actually parked at the greenpeace office i work at.

oh god.

confusion is the keyword.

check out the new mirror out.

it

if it would

hi you, the only ones i know that consume such a habit.

and hi amanda.

oooooh yey it does burn, burn, burn...

at the SALOON, after a few sips of frothy beer i start mumbling to my right-shoulder neighbour we should be out looking for those ankle-star booted fugitives.

=pause=

run into me and i'll challenge you...

¡holy cow!

my friends told me there was a cowboy at café campus on tuesdays so i had wanted to go there ever since.
but since it's café campus he must be suburban.

then i made an agreement with "party monster" claire that i'd find her a russian if she'd find me a cowboy.

my workmates find me enigmatic with demim blouses and bandanas tied around my neck.

i try take one.

radiohead- black star /
lhasa de sela - abro la ventana /
noir désir - son style1

apparently last weekend when i went to tamtams there were bunches of people here and there that asked me for my last name because "there was a guy in his twenties with brown curly hair" that was looking for me.

i don't have a clue and i'm still worried/starving for information.

this be.

yeah have a happy one even though you're losing.

i'm looking for a cowboy yeah really these are my type totally. i can't be a cowgirl though. i'll just be a cowbitch.