goon spoon inhale the baloon
full moon, props ze'ev, a year later or so.

you should subit your work to a anti-drug campain targeting teenagers.

merry mess at its best
crooked fingers need to rest
hong kong manufacturers' nest
is canadian tire's uselessness.

allez, défendez la cause des illéttrés.

vous en êtes de parfaits ambassadeurs.

tu saurai onorer que je rit de toi mon povre?

i think i'll use this as my signature now.

vous devriez tous apprendre à écrire correctement si vous voulez vraiment vous donner l'image d'une personne de plus de dix-huit ans.
après cet âge, tous ceux qui ne connaissent pas leurs règles de base de grammaire présentent de graves lacunes au plan éducationnel.

ce qui n'est vraiment pas une preuve de maturité.

wonderwall by cat power

piazza, new york catcher / belle and sebastian

CALEXICO's music definitly coincides with my hispanic passion about dry grounds, tobacco smells and nostalgy.

it's sexy to be a law-breaker.

the std ad was just another attempt at making people aware of the dangers of unprotected sex.

and come on,
try denying that you've never omitted ONCE to wear a condom.
(if you are sexually active, that is...)

well that one time could've been the ultimate one.

so as diseases are still spreading, reminders are still needed.

made... wine&cheese&morewine with my closest pals, until i get in a fight, i tell him to fuck off, then come back to get some sleep at 7am.
made... one of my paintings being exhibited at la maison de la culture of frontenac, and i didn't know.
made... i saw my ex-boyfriend and by coincidence he gave me a picture of us two that was four years old and that i had never seen.
made... music at the tip of my fingers.

i heard "vive la fête" being interviewed on the radio as they came to town,
they were cracked-out as hell and didn't speak french (even though they sing in that language).

how genuine.

i'm not too much of a tv listener,
but that serie goes beyong my strenght
and i'm renting constantly three more hours
of irreductible audiovisual pleasure. don't you agree?

at work, painting,
riding my bike
love.

a new sleeping bag
whatever there is left to buy for my living expenses i can afford because the lifestyle of a minimalist is cheaper than bulk, desired consumption.

speeding motorcycle // yo la tengo

according to the low-quality of your creations posted in your profile i do not refer to your comment as an influence,
weed may be a help to talented artists craving for more but it definitly isn't to the ones who already do ugly stuff.

daniel johnston is also a cartoonist

daniel johnston's manicdepression and folk music

weed is dirty,
it makes me feel abject and awkward.
as i'd rather be blooming with freshness
and energy, and creativity.
i quit, and feel better than when i used to have zits and low-confidence.

listening to the "hable con ella" soundtrack.

writing an essay on "the main-stream cegep activism"

being a loser on ravewave.

being in pain isn't a game.

but back to morphine, anyone gots feedback on experiences as such?

divan orange was brought up with a coop including my roomate who used to run "le café ludik" on sainte-catherine,

back then, their concept was stolen by the owner of the building who turned it into a profit-inducing buisness and rebaptized it "le café l'utopik".

byebye coop, so they all quit.

eversince they have worked on a new project (le divan orange) and it's only been inaugurated very lately.

so if you walk by go have a beer or a sandwich to encourage those guys.

no volver / jose alfredo jimenez

getting a second degree burn on my stomach a month ago, they put me on morphine for a few days.

the pain was gone, my eyes half-shut.
it was so good, oh-so smacking tasty mmmmm.

the contrast from unbearable pain to bliss was astounding.

i love morphine.

meteor, relaxe and bar laurier for beer,karaoke&powder.

made: elliott smith,
laughs in bed 'til we die.
good projects. new area to create at.
cuban cigarettes and those eyes...

bumcello- beautiful you

let me brag as well,

i have just finished "let it come down" by paul bowles, to become another one of my cult authors.

and to move on to a little bit more of entertainment i read "the diary of adrian mole, 30 1/2 the capuccino years" which was bloody funny!

sex machine - iggy pop

i like iggy pop

i'd like him even better if i had rotten european teeth.

my friend max has been on probation ever since he jumped from a second-floor balcony to a cops car parked on the street.
that was pcp i think.

and i had a roomate who'd always wake up in the middle of the night sleepwalking, due to alcohol consumption and a disbalanced schedule.
he would come inside our rooms running and screaming,
try to use the phone dialing random numbers

and wouldn't remember anything the morning after.

arcade fire/neighbourhood #2 (laika)

hey boy i'll bite your ear lobe and wish you all the best in your (possible) afterlife.

love.

pop pop pop!

i'll be there with my stinky hair and myriam my partner in crime.

whoever wants to hear my legendary lame travel stories, email is boredtobewild@hotmail.com and i'll add you to my full-on contact list.

i'll give the hairy bear award to noah.

i miss sir enigma.

the pain of india.

messages recieved / cabaret voltaire

i sat on a park bench and laughed at girls with fat asses.

i feel better now.