yeah we travelled together in his car,
years ago.
he was an army raver back then.
trying to learn the violin and
afraid of vampires at night.
he's awesome.

i drank 40s.
listened to some rad beats.

saw soyfunk&lucy.
(and harrassed them all day)
saw kers. one-a my first loves before he went all mad 'cause of paint fumes.

helped out my friends jody and sändör selling pins.
yelled a lot.

good looking people were present.
nice art by the wierdos in the alley.
i liked it,
even though i got aggressive for a flat tire (bike)

well it's over now.

the organ were good,
the duchess says chick was high,
so was i.

i love how i have no apartment at all,
i'm a vagabond who still travels in her own city.
couch-surfing is awesome.
one day at mathieu's,
one day at dave's,
one day at geneviève,
one day at jonathan's,
one day at max's...
and then sometimes by the lachine canal when it's too hot to be inside.

and if i just get tired of it, i hitchike to ottawa or québec to visit my pals.

by side-bag is my apartment, just cheaper and lighter.
my bike is my ticket to heaven&hell.

cast iron pans are awesome, all the food you cook in them automatically gets filthy.
cast iron pans are a germaphobe no-no.

café toctoc (road to nowhere)
je suis peut-être déconnectée
mais
je n'ai jamais entendu parler de cette place là.
tant pis,
je viendrai faire un tour.

sorry vince, i didn't mean to sound condescending.

oui mais pas dans les événements enfumés avec du beat boum-tsi-boum-tsi.

some members of rocket from the crypt formed a rock&roll band called
the hot snakes,
it's really good, i'm obsessed.

love/hate the internet for its wide range of unfindable classics.

love...
billy bragg
nick drake
blatz&filth
robert blake
rocket from the crypt
leatherface
& more, more, more

if you haven't already,
you should discover these guys,
they're amazing.

my travel partner didn't want me to drink
as we were hopping trains.
just in case i'd lose grip and fall on the ballast,
and get run over by tons of steel
but after waiting 12 hours
in a trainyard in southside chicago,
we walked to the hot desert streets
concealing drug dealers and gang tags.
to get a tall can of cold miller
"the champagne of beers"
and as we finished drinking it,
the train magically arrived.

THE HOT SNAKES times 661 and more,
and uh
the naked cult of hickey.

leatherface goddamn!

hey san francisco\'s the damn shit!

i've been living here for a month or two, hitchiking from guatemala pretty much.
got kidnapped by a couple of tweekers, hid in their crusty van for 4 days, escaped. hitchiked my way out of the crisis.
got to berkeley and on the same day, they offered me a place to stay in the artsy-punky house of the dead rat beach.
went kinda crazy = found more punks who invited me to stay with them in hellarity, oakland , california.
everything's going so well,
bikes and sketches, boys and stitches,
box wine, piano sheet music and smashing my face on a curb when drunk.

my friend sweet tooth bought me a ticket to join him in minneapolis in 5days, i guess i will.
apparently it's a fun place too.

hey i did the cover illustration of the indie magazine "sling shot" \ 17500 copies printed and i' still anonymous.
check it out at the anarchist library in mtl.

i crossed the border to renew my visa,
and in guatemala i met those two west coast boys,
who told me that if i'd be in san antonio, texas,
for the 2nd of may,
they'd give me a ride until san francisco.

they had elliott smith and the arcade fire, how pleasing it was after three months of cheap reggae.

then i crossed mexico in three days to get closer to the northern border, i hitchiked my way along, alone,
for a few hundred k's.
to get to buba's place in the industrial, rich northern mexico.
and here i am, hanging out for the past 5days with yuppies in SUV's in houses seemed ripped out of a Wallpaper mag. three months of delirium and heat.
my clothed are ripped.
i can't be as electro-neat as they'd want me to be.

i'm tired of being a poor white girl, they think i'm a whore when i accept to drink the beer they offer me.
i'm tired, so i'll follow my american dream.

montreal makes me soulful, i hope you're all doing good.
sorry i was impatient by times.
but really i miss some aspects of it really bad.
like OKA cheese and drinking in parks, and my bicycle and paintbrushes. enjoy your summer, kisses.

¡¡si guey, un chingo guey!!
te recuerdes de que te dije guey, no manches, pero no hay pedo, voy a enseñarte lo que puedo.

nos vemos sobre el primero piso del saphir, chavo, para practicar un poco, tomar las chelas, todo en una buena onda. ¡¡¡chido guey!!!

¡oyé de méxico, banda!!¡!¡¡

well i'm renting an apartement in san cristobal de las casas, chiapas,
for those who care, or who's been there.
it's one of a killer vibe!

i am learning serigraphy
printing t-shirts with my drawings and sarcastic messages in spanish.
peope rock, even though my landlord wants to kick me out already, after that i've eaten a chile relleno (stuffed jalapeño) cooking at nightime belonging to my roomates.
oh well, i'll find something else.
opportunities here are flooding!

if you wanna come join me you're welcome,
that village in the mountains may not be as hot as cancùn, it still is warm with the colors of the houses. that was cheesy.
ok
i'm becoming a real ranchera now.

drop that lonely planet guide and start speaking to the locals...

adios montreal, ya fui, ya probe, ya basta.

next monday at 2pm i'll be in mexico city.

tonight's my going away party at 5303 de l'esplanade near fairmount. if you come it'll be funny.

ugly like a sad goth

"e me mets du vernis noir, je m'habille en noir, je vais à la patinoire, je suis bi, je veux me suicider, j'aime me scarifier je suis gothique et alors?"

i'd jump to 1947 and party with charlie parker and all those jazzmen from the afterwar,
in the depths of chicago,
drink whisky and smoke cigarettes without feeling guilty.

shoplifters of the world, unite // the smiths

very very nice one.
tracks being spun, hips being shaken.
and coors light.
and redundant visuals
and this girl bringing her rotweilers as a piece of
"oho checkmeout everyone".

and before dawn is a good time to end a drugged-up event.
especially with winter depression, speed freaks are to be more affected of a bright sun and -25 temperature.

thanks for being considerate.
prevent don't cure.

a walk outside as it's cold, crying out instant rhymes on the streets.

or coffee.

all of pedro almodovar's productions, so far...

dyslexia,
friends over 50 who call me "championne",
special karaoke performances
and [ cracotte.chez.tiscali.fr ]

sweetie, how many times have you travelled in a to-be industrialized country by yourself?

without being fearful, there's being aware.

my friend wasn't aware of things that could happen while travelling, well he got drugged, beat-up and robbed.

as a young girl you face thousands of occasions that your awareness makes you escape,
like walking alone at night in a city where there have been thousands of crimes reported.
or having doubts when, in this society of money-makers, there is a free "tantra retreat" given.
do you know those guys? come on... even rainbow hippies drive around in suv's, so tell me it's all about being rootsy and loving everyone blindly.

i'm not saying "don't go!".
i'm just warning you because you seem like a very innocent person.
real life isn't only about shoveling clouds...

[ www.scientology.org ]

tantra retreat? free? hmmm.
be aware of cults.

and over there, you can easly live with 15bucks a day.
room and board included (if you're not too picky, that is).

for money you can always throw a party,
or sell beer to the drunks coming out of bars at 3am...

la casa del popolo for their 5$txs incl. vegeterian sandwiches and cold coffee.

or my mom's place, saturday dinners are always the most special, people from all over the world come to experience them.
deep-fried family, we're so lo-fi...

so much for cheap labour and overconsumption...

so much against cheap-labour and overconsumption...

so much against cheap labour and overconsumption...

well real story or not, it is written like prose.

and what was the point of posting this if not to give credit to the guy who wrote it?

and then you "ban" him out of your beloved irc sessions.
it's always great to feel that you're powerful when you're just another geek in your basement.

nice prose, did you write it?

make your own clothes out of old ones, more fit, more stylish, more ecologically-friendly. and less expensive.

if it would've happened in north america, we wouldn't be talking about raves.

weed lovin is tacky
when you're white
and over twenty.

well well well,
call me next time an event like this one is happenning.

thanks to soyfunk for the rum&coke and his longjohns rhythmized exclusive style.

party monsters.

oh and thanks to the cracked-out suburban guy who brought me home. it was cold. so peace out.

don't judge if you don't want to be judged yourself.

5days off. fully payed.
phone calls from mexico and barcelona.
painting jobs.
squatting apartments of gone-away friends.

then of course, traditionally speaking...
my disfunctional family making cookies.
my grandparents that i love, their smiles, and bad jokes.
....and cranberries.