happy birthday.

i hear you have a steamy latina in your very close relatives... well i'm canadian but i don't look like it.

but isn't the AMC the pepsi forum?
and there they'd screen a anti-corporation film?

i'd rather support cinéma duparc.

i was fucked off of my ass, but still managed dip my brush and let it flow on the shared-space communal paintings which were pretty nice until some dumb fucking morons came and decided to empty paint containers on the murals thinking they were making some newage revolutionary art.

the many, many rooms filled with multimedia concepts were amazing. to each his own. being not a big tv watcher i couldn't stare at those screens more than two minutes but most ones i saw were original and outstanding.

i danced and i loved it.

so many beautiful people i watched from the upperstairs with my former roomate who wasn't bitchy (at once) for being on ecstasy. and drinking those forgotten beers left on shelves was quenching. then my friend that had just came back from a 4month mexican trip ran to greet me and wasted as i was i asked her "hey what's your name?".
g r e a t !

then i smoked the peace pipe with people i thought that hated me. and even agreed to gather and paint soon.

had to pull my roomates' blouses to get them to follow me in the split-priced taxi to get home at 705 and walking around the village until 800 so we'd be legally buying three big belles gueules and finish it off with a wildcat's 40.

inspired by events as such i promised myself to live next months in a process of creation/production. make connections and share knowledge better.

by the way hippies should not make food in parties where drugs are around.
it took me half-an-hour to get to chew the bite i took out of one of those "energy granola balls". next time stick to fruits and tea. thanks.

everyday. freedom.
impulses.
waking up and looking foward to a new day of creation.
building concrete out of ideas.
absorbing every little detail of information.

remaining astonished.

as soon as you embellish events it's hard to sink into redundant jadedness again.

people, aren't we lucky to be here breathing?

tonight saturday 22nd.

700 artists of different disciplines join for a whole night of creation.

centre étienne-desmarteau,
3430 bellechasse/corner 13e avenue.
metro joliette.

from seven to seven.

we're lucky to have such an event in montreal... don't miss it.

700 artists of different disciplines join for a whole night of creation.

centre étienne-desmarteau,
3430 bellechasse/corner 13e avenue.
metro joliette.

from seven to seven.

happy birthday mon amour.
without all those lame rachero connotations.

made: parking as usual.
made: girls. especially ashtray, she's my favorite so far. they wouldn't stand up, so i danced for them.
made: saphir tonight?
made: friends leaving cracky messages on my answermachine. my mom doubts.
made: going to buy a new skirt.

made: I LOVE YOU ALL when i'm happy.

anybody knows a good country to go to and NOT lodge in youth hostels?
as in, safe to camp out for free or around 5$ a night....

i'm tired of ending at those yuppie traps.

i must be a fuckin' loser then.

you may be right. posts like this one could make society head towards a better tomorrow...

isn't ravewave all about typing useless posts, baby?

i love ze'ev because he's oldskool.


now let's play kissy kissy and have a baby.

i wish i was like them ravewavers.
clean and clever. focussed and conscious.
i wish i had as many life experiences as those cool people seem to.



all i can do is witness those wise words like a poet held in a glassjar.


another solution is they might like me if i start dressing trendy.
this is actually easier than forcing my intellectual capacities to submit valuable sentences.

krishna temple on pie-x on sundays too.

yeah mickos seems like a sympathetic one.

viens manger avec moi, toby. picnic au parc laurier.

c'est le payday.

454 laurier à 3h00?

they wanted to peut me in a youth detention center at 16 so i ran away and travelled around the country.

hahahahaha that's beautiful.
he's back on the tracks to play games.

"I've been working on a lot of new characters these last twenty years, which I may be disguised as:
- aging comedy legend who still thinks everyone recognizes him
- hippie turned yuppie guy in suit, now with bad coke habit
- aging fat and bald guy who thinks he is god's gift to women
- black turtleneck wearing pseudo-intellectual anti-war nerd-chic guy"

i'm sad. i love you.

neoform is my friend.

paint and silence.

wow. that was great. i read it twice. first crosswards.
then vertical.
the same way i read william burroughs.



mickos is my friend.

i still wish you had bought me a warm beer that night.
we could've sat together, and discussed. i would've taught you french, you would've taught me russian.

we would've left the party holding hands hopping towards greener fields.



towards [ www.carolcox.com ]

obviously, a s h t r a y!

so many tasteless people in this world. god...

you guys seem to get so well along i think you should marry.

i find both of your avatars seriously tacky.
it's ridiculous to try that hard to get laid on a discussion board.

and mine is kitch as well, only it's meant to be...

why do you have a picture of a girl showing her ass as your avatar and your signature is "puta"?

now that must be the kind of respect you show to the female kind...

crevettes

sleeping in - the postal service

thx :)
ten days without drinking may help more than the antibiotic itself.

novamoxin, a type of penicillin used to treat inner-infections such as my bronchitis and sinusitis.

i'm on antibiotics, and when i checked out the possible side-effects on a pharma site, the black hairy tongue was one of them.

charming.

passion isn't all about sex.

if i'm passionate about painting, will i try to hump my canvas?

i want friends, that'll follow me on nightime street walks. PASSION. play characters. PASSION. paint with me. PASSION. create spontaneous poetry. PASSION.

and if i want sex, i'll get it.

sex is everywhere, but friends like these are the rarest.

Black, hairy tongue - Hair-like projections that grow profusely on the tongue, giving it a hairy appearance. The tongue usually is not sore, but the appearance can be alarming.

too bad shemale cloak was born with both systems.

it leads to confusion.

on day dress, one day tie, one day naked with ze'evee.

i would LOVE to go if soyfunk went.

together we could find you a boyfriend, sam.

booty is too easy.

i'd rather get passion.
no sex involved.

platonic friends.

the bigger they are, the most monopoly they have.

boycott esso, not just because it decides on gas prices.

it's owned at 70% by the biggest petrol company, exxon-mobil from texas.

it's the most polluting oil that contains three times more sulfur than any other.

and because it denies climate changes.

and because it financed georges w. bush's republican party's elections so the usa wouldn't ratify the kyoto protocol.

and finally, with those billon dollars exxon-mobil gives to the american governement, big part goes to war in irak.

so thanks to esso for filling up the tanks.

get it?