made: tranquila at my parents'.
made: shower.
made: going to sleep in real bed.
made: alone naked in the basement.
made: neighbours watching.

i'm glad i got to see him happy at tamtams.
byebye [ p.ca ]

it's also rewarding to be independant.

for your self-esteem.

granola with chocolate soymilk...

god i used to be healthy.

now lets just say i'm scared to eat kellogg cereals because of gmo's taking over corn crops.
soon to come... ROUNDUP READY WHEAT!

i planned to go, i really did.

but then my fav hochelaga drunks invited me to an pastel fight. and i woke up wit "i love tiga" written all of my shit.

hope you had a good time y'all.

"til maybe next year.

sometimes i walk by coupe bizarre and spot all the cool people inside. i mean, it has such nice design furniture, retro lighning and attractive hairstylists.

i'd go there once just to have a 15mins of fame, for 40$.

which means... no childhood habits kept, attraction towards the ugly unusual, laughs alone, changing minds constantly, cryptic thoughts said out loud, and most of all... deciding to become a COWGIRL from one day to the other.

my friends told me:
"if you wouldn't have done acid, you wouldn't be the way you are now!"

best: homeworld2
khaus
electronic high
the blend, where i met my friend yasmine and ended up drunk as fuck puking in the bath.

worst: sonar (beer&mdma do not go well together)
psychotrop 2002 in -20°laval

or all the parties i did mdma at.

i like to swim in the wind...

i think that's the smartest comment i ever heard coming from a mcdonalds lover ravewave addict .

i've been working in the "du parc-sainthubert/sherbrooke-montroyal" area lately, to realize it had became really simply TACKY.

all those cheap suburban yuppies moved in trading popular accents for high-pitch ones, dressing all the same way thinking that just living on the plateau makes them classy,
but it's all new blocks, lowcost material houses to stack the idiots better for 1000$ a month.


but you know what? your 2$snobism made the real guys that once attracted people to this neighborhood migrate to somewhere they would be left alone.
far from illusion based elitism and quétaine routine lifestyle.

i decided that i would slow down.

my brandnew roomates kicked me out because i was being too wild... oh well. i don't even remember banging on the wall and have shit written all over my face&neck.

will he make a public appearence?

you can buy some at the music-hall on saint-denis.

talk to bruno, he's like a candyman.
really gentle, really soft. you'll get along with him for sure.







he might even invite you at his place to pour ghb in your fruitjuice. have fun!

drinking alone to the point i call people that i haven't seen in five years.

my roomate that won't listen to my poems.

the boy that calls me four times a day, leaving messages on my answer machine, asking my roomate if i'll be back soon when i'm gone for the weekend, and then calling again half-an-hour later.

having no more beer, butter, javel, soap and toilet paper.

god carlito, if you weren't here to piss in your pants everytime i added a comment, i'd be really lame.

i just thought about those 30yr old rave-organisers/welfare-recievers that put the cops after me for doing a drunk prankcall at 3am.
they charged me for harassment, saying i was scaring those men to a point they couldn't handle it anymore.
HAHAHAHAHAH i bet that under their phatpants they wear shitstained diapers.

life is great.

europeans are bloddy funny.

amercans only have cannedlaugh tv.

yuppies.
plateau is not very genuine anymore. only those daddy's little grown-up boys can afford a 1000$ 3 1/2.

and it's all about bowling shoes, stainless steel frame glasses and coffee shops that still play saint-germain.

sad. it used to be fun.

i found my bike last summer, going pissing behind a container. it's red, it's an 80's miele and its back wheel was crooked. after replacing it with another wheel i had found in the trash, it was gliding on the streets.

i love my light little red bike.

i bought a 35.00 U-lock i have trouble opening myself. none has dared stealing it. so it keeps following me everywhere like a pet.


i love my light little red bike.

hey that's right the office of my job.
religious institutions are bankrupting so they rent their space to environmental groups.

i'll make sure to share a beer in the morning with your trashy roomate and talk about how grand you are.

the kind of guy you wouldn't change for 3000bucks that is.

merci.

last year i was with my little brother and some american guy popped out of nowhere and gave him a glass pipe and three grams of blissful grass because he was going back to the states on the following day.

i work 30hours/week but i'm still poor.

anyone got plugs near laurier?

why did i go? i can't even stand hardcore techno.
after a forty or two everything seems more appealing.
i danced in the cage for a beer.<

i came back home and went to bed with my shoes on.

no, i got student fare even though i don

it

voyage campus on saint-denis have good deals if you>re under 25.

israel has been in conflict for over 3000years.

and since we live in a world of weapons and anger it is "normal" that homicides occur. montreal is calm and wealthy. there are gangs, bikers that have nothing to do with me, or ethnies joining (which are mostly high school kids that wear bandanas and walk like rockingchairs). yeah, people get shot in montreal. people get shot everywhere.
don't forget newspapers like to spread fear.

sensasionalism won't keep me from walking home alone at night.

speaking about who?

i was on the street, walking home wasted.
no recognizition of the houses i had seen 400times, orientating badly towards my bed. then this guy pops up, riding a white bike. i asked him if i could have a ride, he said yes and i sat on his "guidon".
then we went around the alleys for a while, until i blurted out "HERE! here i live!".

he turned out to be my neighbour.

write yours.

i am a drunk, who turns right into left.

i walked by the party, at noon, and there were disoriented red-eyed ravers getting out. i was so glad not to be part of them.

canvassing for greenpeace. yup.

...or die.

well since she doesn't go to raves or do drugs, what would noah be to her? a computerprogramer? nahhh come on that's way too plain and tasteless...

meet my sister;

goes to private school (esta con la skirt).

piano prodigy.

14yearsold.

made: great game of chess
made: books
made: cup of red wine offered by an old punk.
made: samosas.
made: tomorrow I MOVE YAAAAAY! hurray for mile-end!

[bird chants]

yo illin like him bob dillin
so ril, u so godamn frightnin
for last rhyme i owe you a fuckin million!

[moose jaw]