I like monkeys.

The pet store was selling them for five cents a piece. I thought that
odd since they were normally a couple thousand each. I decided not to
look a gift horse in the mouth. I bought 200. I like monkeys.

I took my 200 monkeys home. I have a big car. I let one drive. His
name was Sigmund. He was retarded. In fact, none of them were really
bright. They kept punching themselves in their genitals. I laughed.
Then they punched my genitals. I stopped laughing.

I herded them into my room. They didn't adapt very well to their new
environment. They would screech, hurl themselves off of the couch at
high speeds and slam into the wall. Although humorous at first, the
spectacle lost its novelty halfway into its third hour.

Two hours later I found out why all the monkeys were so inexpensive:
they all died. No apparent reason. They all just sorta' dropped dead.
Kinda' like when you buy a goldfish and it dies five hours later. Damn
cheap monkeys.

I didn't know what to do. There were 200 dead monkeys lying all over my
room, on the bed, in the dresser, hanging from my bookcase. It looked
like I had 200 throw rugs.

I tried to flush one down the toilet. It didn't work. It got stuck.
Then I had one dead, wet monkey and 199 dead, dry monkeys.

I tried pretending that they were just stuffed animals. That worked for
a while, that is until they began to decompose. It started to smell real
bad.

I had to pee but there was a dead monkey in the toilet and I didn't want
to call the plumber. I was embarrassed.

I tried to slow down the decomposition by freezing them. Unfortunately
there was only enough room for two monkeys at a time so I had to change
them every 30 seconds. I also had to eat all the food in the freezer so
it didn't all go bad.

I tried burning them. Little did I know my bed was flammable. I had to
extinguish the fire.

Then I had one dead, wet monkey in my toilet, two dead, frozen monkeys in
my freezer, and 197 dead, charred monkeys in a pile on my bed. The odor
wasn't improving.

I became agitated at my inability to dispose of my monkeys and to use the
bathroom. I severely beat one of my monkeys. I felt better.

I tried throwing them way but the garbage man said that the city wasn't
allowed to dispose of charred primates. I told him that I had a wet
one. He couldn't take that one either. I didn't bother asking about the
frozen ones.

I finally arrived at a solution. I gave them out as Christmas gifts. My
friends didn't know quite what to say. They pretended that they like
them but I could tell they were lying. Ingrates. So I punched them in
the genitals.

I like monkeys

Listening To: New Sensation - Dain-Ja

trop nulsa

So I've decided it's time for a big change in my life, I'm tired of only being myself to an extent. People in Ottawa are so close-minded and It's driving me crazy. Even my mother who grew up in a small town, where everyone did thier own thing, has learned to conform to society here. I'm not happy where I am, I'm tired of feeling sad and suppressed, so I have decided to start over somewhere else. I have been brushing up on my french and I think I'm doing really well with what I have picked up again. Sure I still get stuck on words and speak half french, half english, but everyone understands me anyway. I'm looking for a place in Montreal, where I can feel fine expressing myself how I want to. Besides It will be a good place for my kids to grow up, Instead of becoming clones they will learn individuality, and to me that's important.

Anywho, I am in the middle of colouring mine and my roommates hair and it's time to rinse mine so I leave with the most awesome words I've heard in a while: If you can't laugh at death, then you might as well kill yourself.

Listening To: The T.V. cause I left my Ipod upstairs :S

buenos aires by night is a strange and mysterious land, full of drag queens and implanted ladies, and last night i discovered the existence of a new type of creature that lurks in this fair city of mine....

cocoliche, approximately 3:30 am.

i just guzzled down the last beer. i can barely move, the place is packed, men who look more like women than i ever will surround me and i'm pressed against my friend as there is no room to dance. i've only just met him, through other friends, and already i'm trying to figure out if i should listen to my inner slut or leave it be. he's not my type, but there's something about him that makes the monster inside me growl - maybe it's the dark eyes and the full lips, or maybe it's the cheekbones, or maybe that he kind of looks like a latino ian ashbury, i don't know for sure... but this little venezolano is something, alright, and i know for a fact he's one of those bad boys your mother always warned you about.

maneater started to play so i made my move, just like any maneater would. the effect was instantaneous and within seconds we were in a cab, doing whatever it is drunken people do when they decide to follow eachother home. in my case this is generally something that gets me kicked out of cabs, and yet this cab driver said nothing. enjoying the show?

sube el volumen a la musica pornografica, por favor. era la primera vez que una chica te la chupó en un taxi? a ver tu cara, parecia que si... ni importa...

this guy is hot, i'm thinking, holy mother of god. is there some kind of rehab i can enroll in for latin men? because jesus fucking christ, i can't get enough, i always need more, more, more. it's quite a delicious addiction but it could get me in trouble, or maybe not enough, who knows.

someone told me a girl slit her wrists when this guy didn't call her back and i can see why. wow. bring it on. ok, no, that hurts, don't bite so hard... fuck what part of me screaming do you not understand that shit FUCKING HURT. yeah i know, hearing a girl scream gets you boys all excited and makes your egos grow (amongst other things), but no it wasn't a yelp of pleasure.... oh my god is that blood? sweet! i've hit the jackpot! dale duro papi!

and so on, and so on, until i passed out from overexertion.

this morning i came to and saw the heavily tattooed figure snoring next to me and figured it was my cue to sneak out. but i couldn't move my neck. seriously, could not move my neck. i get up and check in the mirror and oh what's this?

WHY CAN I SEE EVERY GROOVE OF THE TEETH IN YOUR MOUTH ALL OVER MY NECK?

Then I saw the note that was taped up to the door. it said

"It's cool to be a vampire."

Well look at that. I went home with a Venezuelian vampire. What do you know. That's why I felt hypnotised. Hrmf.


Moral of the story: Before engaging in any sort of drunken intercourse, please make sure that the person you're involved with doesn't try and EAT YOU.

Unless of course you like that sort of thing.

Dancing With The Moonlit Knight:

"Can you tell me where my country lies ?"
Said the unifaun to his true love's eyes
"It lies with me !", cried the Queen of Maybe
- For her merchandise, he traded in his prize

"Paper late !", cried a voice in the crowd
"Old man dies !" The note he left was signed
"Old Father Thames" - it seems he's drowned
Selling England by the pound
Citizens of Hope & Glory
Time goes by - it's "the time of your life"

Easy now, sit you down
Chewing through your Wimpy dreams
They eat without a sound
Digesting England by the pound

Young man says "you are what you eat" - eat well
Old man says "you are what you wear" - wear well
You know what you are, you don't give a damn
Bursting your belt that is your homemade sham

The Captain leads his dance right on through the night
- Join the dance ...
Follow on ! Till the Grail sun sets in the mould
Follow on ! Till the gold is cold
Dancing out with the moonlit knight
Knights of the Green Shield stamp and shout

There's a fat old lady outside the saloon
Laying out the credit cards she plays Fortune
The deck is uneven right from the start
And all of their hands are playing a part

Captain leads his dance right on through the night
- Join the dance ...
Follow on ! A Round Table-talking down we go
You're the show !
Off we go with: You play the hobbyhorse
I'll play the fool
We'll tease the bull
Ringing round & loud, loud & round
Follow on ! With a twist of the world we go
Follow on ! Till the gold is cold
Dancing out with the moonlit knight
Knights of the Green Shield stamp and shout

The Musical Box lyrics

Play me Old King Cole
That I may join with you
All your hearts now seem so far from me
It hardly seems to matter now

And the nurse will tell you lies
Of a kingdom beyond the skies
But I am lost within this half-world
It hardly seems to matter now

Play me my song
Here it comes again
Play me my song
Here it comes again

Just a little bit
Just a little bit more time
Time left to live out my life

Play me my song
Here it comes again
Play me my song
Here it comes again

Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he
So he called for his pipe
And he called for his bowl
And he called for his fiddlers three

The clock, tick tock
On the mantelpiece
And I want
And I feel
And I know
And I touch
The wall

She's a lady, she's got time
Brush back your hair
And let me get to know your face

She's a lady, she is mine
Brush back your hair
And let me get to know your flesh

I've been waiting here for so long
And all the time that passed me by
It doesn't seem to matter now

You stand there with your fixed expression
Casting doubt on all I have to say
Why don't you touch me, touch me
Why don't you touch me, touch me
Touch me now, now, now, now, now
Now, now, now, now, now
Now, now, now, now, now
Now, now, now, now, now ...

Intro:
"Old Henry went past the pet shop, which was never open, into the park, which was never closed, and the park was full of a very smooth, clean, green grass. So Henry took off all his clothes and began rubbing his flesh into the wet, clean, green grass. He accompanied himself with a little tune - it went like this...
Beneath the ground the dirty brown writhing things called worms interpreted the pitter-patter from above as rainfall. Rainfall in worm world means two things: mating and bath time. Both of these experiences were thoroughly enjoyable to the worm colony. Within seconds, the entire surface of the park was a mass of dirty, brown, soggy, writhing forms. He was still pleased, old Michael, and he began whistling a tune this time to accompany himself...
"Jerusalem" boogie to us perhaps, but to the birds it meant that supper was ready":



i. LOVERS' LEAP
Walking across the sitting-room, I turn the television off.
Sitting beside you, I look into your eyes.
As the sound of motor cars fades in the night time,
I swear I saw your face change, it didn't seem quite right.
......And it's hello babe with your guardian eyes so blue.
Hey, my baby don't you know our love is true.
Coming closer with our eyes, a distance fall around our bodies.
Out in the garden, the moon seems very bright.
Six saintly shrouded men move across the lawn slowly,
The seventh walks in front with a cross held high in hand.
......And it's hey babe your supper's waiting for you.
Hey my baby, don't you know our love is true.
I've been so far from here,
Far from your warm arms.
It's good to feel you again,
It's been a long long time. Hasn't it?

ii. THE GUARENTEED ETERNAL SANCTUARY MAN
I know a farmer who looks after the farm.
With water clear, he cares for all his harvest.
I know a fireman who looks after the fire.
You, can't you see he's fooled you all.
Yes, he's here again, can't you see he's fooled you all.
Share his peace,
Sign the lease.
He's a supersonic scientist,
He's the guarenteed eternal sanctuary man.
Look, look into my mouth he cries,
And all the children lost down many paths,
I bet my life you'll walk inside
Hand in hand
Gland in gland
With a spoonful of miracle,
He's the guarenteed eternal sanctuary man.
We will rock you, rock you little snake,
We will keep you snug and warm.

iii. IKHNATON AND ITSACON AND THEIR BAND OF MERRY MEN
Wearing feeling on our faces while our faces took a rest,
We walked across the fields to see the children of the West,
But we saw a host of dark skinned warriors
standing still below the ground,
Waiting for battle.
The fight's begun, they've been released.
Killing foe for peace. . . bang, bang, bang. Bang, bang, bang...
And they're giving me a wonderful potion,
'Cos I cannot contain my emotion.
And even though I'm feeling good,
Something tells me I'd better activate my prayer capsule.
Today's a day to celebrate, the foe have met their fate.
The order for rejoicing and dancing has come from our warlord.

iv. HOW DARE I BE SO BEAUTIFUL?
Wandering through the chaos the battle has left,
We climb up a mountain of human flesh,
To a plateau of green grass, and green trees full of life.
A young figure sits still by the pool,
He's been stamped human bacon by some butchery tool.
(He is you.)
Social Security took care of this lad.
We watch in reverence, as Narcissus is turned to a flower.
A flower?

v. WILLOW FARM
If you go down to Willow Farm,
to look for butterflies, flutterbyes, gutterflies
Open your eyes, it's full of surprise, everyone lies
like the focks on the rocks,
and the musical box.
Oh, there's Mum & Dad, and good and bad,
and everyone's happy to be here.
There's Winston Churchill dressed in drag,
he used to be a British flag, plastic bag, what a drag.
The frog was a prince, the prince was a brick, the brick was an
egg, and the egg was a bird.
Hadn't you heard?
Yes, we're happy as fish and gorgeous as geese,
and wonderfully clean in the morning.
We've got everything, we're growing everything,
We've got some in
We've got some out
We've got some wild things floating about.
Everyone, we're changing everyone,
you name them all,
We've had them here,
And the real stars are still to appear.
ALL CHANGE!
Feel your body melt;
Mum to mud to mad to dad
Dad diddley office, Dad diddley office,
You're all full of ball.
Dad to dam to dum to mum
Mum diddley washing, Mum diddley washing,
You're all full of ball.
Let me hear you lies, we're living this up to the eyes.
Ooee-ooee-ooee-oowaa
Momma I want you now.
And as you listen to my voice
To look for hidden doors, tidy floors, more applause.
You've been here all the time,
Like it or not, like what you got,
You're under the soil,
Yes, deep in the soil.
So we'll end with a whistle and end with a bang
and all of us fit in our places.

vi. APOCALYPSE IN 9/8 (CO-STARRING THE DELICIOUS TALENTS OF
GABBLE RATCHET)
With the guards of Magog swarming around,
The Pied Piper takes his children underground.
The Dragon's coming out of the sea,
with the shimmering silver head of wisdom looking at me.
He brings down the fire from the skies,
You can tell he's doing well by the look in human eyes.
You'd better not compromise.
It won't be easy.
666 is no longer alone,
He's getting out the marrow in your back bone,
And the seven trumpets blowing sweet rock and roll,
Gonna blow right down inside your soul.
Pythagoras with the looking glass reflects the full moon,
In blood, he's writing the lyrics of a brand new tune.
And it's hey babe, with your guardian eyes so blue,
Hey my baby, don't you know our love is true,
I've been so far from here,
Far from your loving arms,
Now I'm back again, and abay it's going to work out fine.

vii. AS SURE AS EGGS IS EGGS (ACHING MEN'S FEET)
Can't you feel our souls ignite
Shedding ever changing colours in the darkness of the fading
night,
Like the river joins the ocean, as the germ in the seed grows
We have finally been freed to get back home.
There's anm angel standing in the sun, and he's crying with a
loud voice,
"This is the supper of the mighty one,"
Lord of Lords,
King of Kings
Has returned to take his children home,
To take them to the new Jerusalem.

Dans un chill à l'Undergroung V qui s'est fini chez Lyzzie...

Shindy - "Oh j'aurais dû apporter mon toutou Elmo! J'm'en ennuie!!!"
Rakoon - "Ben prend Jojo à la place, lui aussi yé plein de poil!"

......

Shindy - En parlant au cell avec un de ses amis qui n'A PAS fait le party avec nous- "Non non, c'est correct, moi j'vois des arcs-en-ciel pis Lyzzie c'est un pouf"


1er Mars chez Shindy...

Shindy - "Wow! j'suis tellement bien! Chu comme accotée entre mon chum et ma meilleure amie et chu vraiment contente!!" "Ce moment de joie vous a été présenté par la E"

.......

Lyzzie - Wow! J'suis comme un invertébré avec des pieds!!!
Shindy - Well, that's useless...

........

Shindy - (à propos d'un téléroman pour enfants de 12 ans...) - Wow! He's gonna be so disappointed when she does not turn out to be a kinky whore!!!
Lyzzie - Merci Shindy de détruire à jamais ma télésérie préférée!

********

Le lendemain de la soirée au Ste-Élizabeth...

Shindy- Lyz ça te dérange tu si je me couche dans ta chambre?
Lyzzie- Non non, c'est correct, mais regarde pas le ménage, ma chambre est un bordel sans nom!
Shindy- C'est correct, si tu veux, j'peux prendre le temps de le nommer si tu veux avant de me coucher!


**********

Marco - Non mais man, oublie ça, un chat dans un aquarium, ça sert à rien!

I'm in a skip divided malfunction
I flap around and dive bomb
Frantically around your light
Enveloped in a sad distraction
I got your voice repeating endlessly
Could you guide me in?
Could you smother me?

I swoop around your head
But I never hit
I'm blinded by your daylight
Electric veins pass through me
I thought there was this big connection
I only got my name I only got the situation
I just need a number and location
Without appropriate papers or permissions
I'm known to bite in tight situations
And I head into your french windows
I thought there was a big connection
I only got my name I only got my situation
I just need my number and location

And my mum keeps telling me
Hey hey hey hey hey hey
The devil may
Hey hey hey hey hey hey
You are a fool [x2]
For sticking round [x2]
Yeah you are a fool [x2]
For sticking round [x2]
I tried every trick in the book
I tried to look and knew
Every trick in the book
But how come I look?

No more common dress or elliptical caress
Don't look into your eyes cause I'm desperately in love
In love
When you walk in the room everything disappears
When you walk in the room it's a terrible mess
When you walk in the room I start to melt
When you walk in the room I follow you round
Like a dog, I'm a dog, I'm a dog, I'm a lapdog
I'm your lapdog, yeah
I just got a number and location
I just need my number and location

Listening To: Thom Yorke (Modeselektor Remix) - Skip Divided

misunderstandings are a bitch!! I can;t wait to roll with a bunch of cats I;ve met here in Montreal
all awesome people!!1 I know a few of these cats here and i know they are all about having a good time!!


With that said
I'll be posting a mix so there is no questions about my dj skills.. obviously it needs to be done
have a great easter everyone!!!!

And just lookin for some new people to talk to.
Message moi

L'espoir est dans la rue
La victoire au bout de la fleur
Dans ton ventre pousse un arc en ciel
Avec la gueule ouverte
Droit devant, droit devant

Il ne te font plus peur
Les voleurs, les imposteurs
Les assassins de Joie
Vous vous tiendrez la main
Jusque là, jusque là
Jusqu'a tomber les murs
Et puis ce nouveau jour
Juste aux bout de vos doigts

L'espoir c'est cette boule délicieuse qui vous bouffe le ventre
C'est une arme au soleil quand j'entend près de toi
tout ces milliers qui chantent
Aux étoiles, aux étoiles

Je viendrais avec toi
Patiner vers l'amour
Je viendrais pour toujours
Au coeur de ton espoir
Frais comme un petit jour
L'espoir est là partout

L'espoir

Et je viendrais sourire
Et pleurer près de toi
Avec le point serré
Je goûterai la joie
En allant piocher
Dans tes yeux plein d'amour

Tu es l'Espoir
Ne lâches rien, jamais
Ils plieront, effrayés
Sous ta beauté, sous ton rien
Et sous tes cris
Qui montent de la rue
Jusqu'a l'éternité
Qui monteront toujours

Et je renifle, heureux
Comme un chien magnifique
La poussière d'étoile
Que tu sèmes, si fière
Dans mon coeur
Et tout autour
L'Espoir
L'Espoir est là toujours

A genoux l'aurore

A genoux
Les voleurs de Joie
La jeunesse est bien là
Et tu dois t'effaçer
Ce jour n'est plus à toi
L'Espoir est un drapeau planté dans tes entrailles

L'Espoir est dans la rue
La victoire au bout de la fleur
Dans ton ventre pousse un arc en ciel
Avec la gueule ouverte
Droit devant, droit devant

Ils ne te font plus peur
Les voleurs, les imposteurs
Les assassins de Joie
Vous vous tiendrez la main
Jusque là, jusque là
Jusqu'a tomber les murs
Et puis ce nouveau jour juste au bout de vos doigts

Apporte-moi mes cachets
Serre bien ma camisole
Accèle encore le son de ta voix
Ma techno-délire psychédélique
Apocalyptico-dramatique...

Sirènes obsédantes
Métal hurlant, plastique qui résonne
Aux arcades d'acier de l'oreille
Entartrée par ton ouïe déficiente

Des éclairs choppent tes yeux au hasard
Les lasers t'étranglent et t'enfoncent leurs dards
Cette nuit suçera ma sève
Moi je m'en fiche, je "rave"

(Refrain)

C'est le grand rassemblement
C'est la fête ou la teuf des Grands
Aux yeux équarquillés, aux pupilles dilatées
Et aux coeurs dressés

Par le battement de coeur
Qu'elle te prend sans savoir
Ton pauvre coeur qui n'en peut plus
De ne plus pouvoir respirer

Eh toi p'tit con !
Qu'est-ce que tu fais là ?
Dis-moi p'tit con,
Tu viens franchir le pas ?

Mais t'ignores le parfum
Enivrant, obsédant
Qui te couvre d'ivresse
Te transforme en détresse
Et peut faire de ta soirée
Comme une éternité à crier

(Refrain)

Mais au nom de la vie d ces quelques uns
Qui sont restés bloqués sur ton drôle de chemin
Au nom de mon ami malade
Qui hurle au fin fond d'son hôpital

(Refrain)

Thelema is a philosophy of life based on the rule or law, "Do what thou wilt." The ideal of "Do what thou wilt" and its association with the word Thelema goes back to François Rabelais, but was more fully developed[1] and proselytized[2] by Aleister Crowley,who founded a religion named Thelema based on this ideal. The word itself is the English transliteration of the Koine Greek noun θέλημα: "will", from the verb θέλω: to will, wish, purpose. Early Christian writings use the word to refer to the will of God,[3] the human will,[4] and even the will of God's opponent, the Devil.[5]

In the 16th century, François Rabelais used Thélème, the French form of the word, as the name of a fictional Abbey in his famous books, Gargantua and Pantagruel.[6][7] The only rule of this Abbey was "fay çe que vouldras" ("Fais ce que tu veux," or, "Do what thou wilt"). This rule was revived and used in the real world in the mid 18th century by Sir Francis Dashwood, who inscribed it on a doorway of his abbey at Medmenham,[8][9][10][11] where it served as the motto of The Hellfire Club.[8]

The same rule was used in 1904 by Aleister Crowley[11][12][13] in The Book of the Law. This book contains both the phrase "Do what thou wilt" and the word Thelema in Greek, which Crowley took for the name of the philosophical, mystical and religious system which he subsequently developed. This system includes ideas from occultism, Yoga, and both Eastern and Western mysticism (especially the Qabalah).[14]

Shri Gurudev Mahendranath, in speaking of svecchachara, the Sanskrit equivalent of the phrase "Do what thou wilt",[15][16][17] wrote that "Rabelais, Dashwood, and Crowley must share the honor of perpetuating what has been such a high ideal in most of Asia."[11]
Aleister Crowley's work
Aleister Crowley, scribe of Liber Legis
Aleister Crowley, scribe of Liber Legis

Aleister Crowley (1875–1947) was an English occultist, writer, and social provocateur. Rabelais was one of Crowley's heroes[37] and his books Gargantua and Pantagruel may have provided Crowley with part of the philosophic basis for the Law of Thelema,[12][38][11][13][1] namely the phrase "Do what thou wilt".[39] In The Antecedents of Thelema, Crowley referred to Rabelais as "Our Master",[40] and Rabelais was also included among the Saints of Ecclesia Gnostica Catholica along with Virgil, Catullus and Swinburne.[41]

In 1904, Crowley claimed to have received Liber AL vel Legis, the Book of the Law from an entity named Aiwass, which was to serve as the foundation of the religious and philosophical system he called Thelema.[7][42] Crowley summed up his Law of Thelema[43] in these phrases from the Book:

* "Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law"[44]
* "Love is the law, love under will"[45]
* "There is no Law beyond Do what thou wilt"[46]
Magick

Main article: Magick

The magick of Thelema is a system of discipline for physical, mental, and spiritual training.[60] Crowley defined magick as "the Science and Art of causing Change to occur in conformity with Will".[61] He recommended magick as a means for discovering the True Will[62] and wrote about what the Law of Thelema says about, for example, working with the astral plane.[63] Crowley described the general process in Magick, Book 4:

One must find out for oneself, and make sure beyond doubt, 'who' one is, 'what' one is, 'why' one is...Being thus conscious of the proper course to pursue, the next thing is to understand the conditions necessary to following it out. After that, one must eliminate from oneself every element alien or hostile to success, and develop those parts of oneself which are specially needed to control the aforesaid conditions.[64]

Listening To: Aleyster Crowley

"Why do they call you Butterman?"
Here's the true story; the the early/mid 90s the Montreal duo Ze Zinjanthropes Brachucephales Ft'Gh! recruited me to play bass for them, mainly for their live performances, but we also recorded their second CD as a trio. Since both the dudes already had their Ft'gh! names secured (CHeapie Jimi Wistaff and Majiik Oly Loopy) and they didn't want me to choose my own Ft'gh! name, they came up with this one: Reverend Buttersnatch McWick, The Turd. Since this name wasn't easily pronounced by everyone, and due to its obviously politically incorrect undertones, my good buddy Spike (the Motiv-a-tor) actually decided he would refer to me as The Butterman. The Ft'gh! guys didn't like this compressed/condensed version of the name they made up for me so they refused to call me Butterman, refering to me as Buttersnatch. But I didn't last very long within the Ft'gh! ensemble; as soon as the 2nd CD came out, I unofficially left the combo. However the name Butterman stuck, and my friends have been refering to me as Butterman since then. There have been variations over the years, such as the shorter Butter, and the longer spanish version El Hombre De Mantequila. Whichever way you want to use it, I am still the Butterman!

"And what about the Papi title?"
My wife's girlfriend and I always try to out-gross and shoch each other. Couple years ago she discovered that the modern popular term "Daddy" as in "Who's Your Daddy" somewhat grossed me out. So for a couple of weeks she's call me Pimp Daddy or something in that vein, until we saw the premiere episode of the TV show "Nip/Tuck". In a scene, the character played by JUlian McMahon brings the son of his co-worker to a strip club, where a latina performer approaches them and say "Hey Papi!". I was doomed from that exact moment on; since then she (my wife's girlfriend) has kept refering to me as Papi.

Listening To: Silk Saw "Preparing Wars" on Ant-Zen records

have you waited enough?

Je ne peux plus me réveiller, rien à faire
Sans moi le monde peut bien tourner à l'envers
Engourdi par le sommeil et prisonnier de mon lit
J'aimerais que cette nuit dure toute la vie
En partant tu m'as mis le coeur à l'envers
Sans toi la vie est devenue un enfer
Entortillé dans mes draps je crois me souvenir de toi
Lorsque tu disais tout bas que tu n'aimais que moi
Tout ce qui se passe au dehors m'indiffère
Que le monde saute ce n'est pas mon affaire
Dans ces draps bleus traîne encore l'odeur de tes cheveux
Ce bleu infiniment bleu que j'trouvais dans tes yeux
Lorsque je rêve tu es tout près de moi
C'est la seule façon de rester avec toi
C'est la raison pour laquelle je n'veux plus quitter mon lit
Pour qu'enfin toutes les nuits durent toute la vie.

Listening To: Etienne Daho

I went to do a radio show that had technical difficulties
so no show
then I went to vinyl or whatnot
lit a spliff up in the crowd
toked
got caught
got booted
went to circus
got bored
went home
passed out!!!