i thought it was real funeral.
don't ever make jokes like these again!

"carlos rocks because he is cool like teeeee-hee omg such a mexican like dj kind!" [KILL THEM retards!]

yo carlos when's next bash with like terrormusic and like ravergoths on speed? inviteme again.
oh and you rock because you always invite me.

I'm moving on top of toby's apartment tomorrow, with my partypartner max YEEEHHAAAA st-viateur/l'esplanade, such a great delegaciòn.

i admire micheal bolton for doing movies and recieving awards and writing books even if he has the parkinson disease. yup!

this is the title of the book i'm reading.

so intense it makes me do insomnia.

ever heard of réjean ducharme?

how did i manage to make a 2page thread out of such a pointless question?

ah, must be my charism, or people are really bored...

¡chiga tu PADRE pinche cabrone!

i just remembered i wrestled with some random guy at the party frieday.
i beat him three times.
but violence ain't great. only when agreed. or deserved.

i want to fight because i am frustrated.
since the boots of these nuns to the flowers the men offered me, affection affects me.

chipped them ripping out ductape.
they have the strong kind over there...

yeah.

wanna fight? making it fair i'll cut my guitar nails for you.

then we can jup a fence and you can get your ass stuck in a wire... loser.

making repair cavities. tzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...
who likes to go, who doesn't?

this is an open debate, SERIOUS answers only please.

another one of these profound quotes that was brought up by the community of xorxe (no george, no jorge, but xorxe)...

" *life's a joint...just roll with it* "

thank you people for teaching me about my own inner-self.

listen you, disintellectual neighbour,
i cringe as well when i front a rail.
not 'cause i hate, but it's too tempting.
repress the wanted's better than repressing the unwanted.
we're sane, we're dead. period to those answers.

scottyp used to hang out with niggaz?
dope!

HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

what up girl, if you're 16, don't spend too much time out here. being sixteen's the best.
run away from home, i did it and now that i ain't a minor anymore i can't. :(

i'm going next weekend.
so please...

friday night or sat. morning.

will put in for gaz.

and entertain you with my milliondollar jokes.

hey i need a ride to ottawa next weekend

yeah and maybe we can play it real and eat végépâté like college vegans tabarouette!

that having cold feet can lead to an urinary infection.

to hook up with someone young&clean that knows how to fuck. finally.

my "i hope" neighbor to become, cousin toby.

strangers. black label 7%.

guys from brazil that look like they'll shoot you.

stinky cheese.

whenever, buddy. i'll supply the coffee,
only it will be done in a pot without filter so that we can read the future in those black seeds stuck between our teeth.

oh and let's go rubbish hunting before. to find nice material, like rusty 20pounds chains or saws.

funny, they always charged me 7.

must be 'cause i speak hindu...

2230 ontario, bring a backpack.

they told me, "it's 80's theme". so we went in fluo, fake leather and joggingpants. but there were all these people as well dress chic with ties&masks. perfect mixture.

i was exploding. t'was needed.

good morning jonquière,
me and mis amigos are looking for a loft to rent next month or sooner.

preferably in the vieux-port/canal lachine area, industrial but residential.

post-it yellow stickers if you know any information.

"me so easily impregnated, he so quickly went."

when you get stomach pain from eating that tasteless couscous three days in a row at le roc.

my dear friend buba never believed in jesus until he had a little overdose.
// as lights changed and music faded, he knew this shape appearing could only be his saviour //

but please, this ain't matter of laugh.

since then he's been reading the bible regularly enough to make his past sins slowly vanish away.
...¡qué lindo! he even wrote in pastel letters the words "jesus loves buba" on its cover...

keep me from catching postwilderness depression on the 4th of march.

if i'm not dead yet...

guatemala is harsh, i think i caught intenstine parasites.
maybe i can sell 'em when i come back...

to you all, a big ''SONRIE; DIOS TE AMA!''

keep me from catching postwilderness depression on the 4th of march.

if i'm not dead yet...

guatemala is harsh, i think i caught intenstine parasites.
maybe i can sell 'em when i come back...

to you all, a big ''SONRIE; DIOS TE AMA!''

oaxaca city heading to zipolite. love.

last night, i left mexico city.

3rd class bus with no washrooms, i almost fell asleep when i heard a loud crash.

yep, one of the front side windows had been broken into tiny diamonds of dipped glass, leaving some in many passengers' clothes and hair.

a few k later, we stopped to check, some gangstas had tried to shot us three times.

this morning in oaxaca, it's warm and coffee has never tasted so good.

i have this thing for guys that are genuine...







and freaks.

vincenze the ladies' man!

some pathetic 35yr old "rave promoter" that is dragging me to court because of "death threats".
hehe 250pounds man scared of little catherine. yeah!
get a life.
oh pis ton flyer y'est laid en ciboulot!
hahahahaha

on thursday, 6am, i will off to mexico for two months.

nah... montreal rocks.

it's intense, i love it.