Under the tower

I was under the tower, didn't get ontop of it. It was raining and I was drenched to the bones. I looked at the barpapa sellers and thought it's so sweet. She's made of candy and I have a sweet-tooth. 3 hours later it was the new year with a sip of smokey irish whisky, french champagne and seventies fashion everywhere. My name : Paco Rabanne and my wife is the most extraordinary thing I can think about. I failed to be honest, I failed to be a monster, I failed to be myself, I failed to be alone. There will be a time I'll be alone and it would be six feet under, in a box with red-silk walls and a huge non-revolving door the size of a man.

alas, poor max, its come to this

how many men have gone down in action trying to bring this man in? how many lives destroyed by the wicked grin? who taught you to give me the kitchen knife for the sun? who taught you to feed me haggis at the point of a gun? why max? why?
i warned you, didnt i?
i told to - stay away from that tall tower, didnt i?
but you said - i like the cheese, i like the breeze at the top of the tower; i like the view, i like the people falling, one and two...
then i said - those words are meaningless, you sayd them to rhyme, but only because
and you said - thats a good reason, thats a way and a was
oh max, you silly old shoe
if only you knew...
but its too late
as all can see - max has his glasses on, and he's armed with the grin - look out, here comes max! hes ready for the next round of atrocities!

the legend lives on down under

yes, once again, the incontainable fire sparked, the lights glaring, the crowd gone wild - hot and furious seth faces the fact. hot and incontainable he lights the hearts of too many teenage girls, lost forever in the stadium of delirium on the edge of the australian shelf, on the brink of the australian night. will they ever recover? will he never learn? when we will he grow weary of these little escapades he calls ultimate wisdom? what does he know about wisdom?! he forgets to see himself in his true light, he forgets what he truly is - the rock start of wisdom, and the grocer of despair.

Oasis - 'The Masterplan'

sensual seth

heres another one of the wild crew - mad max's right hand man, or should i say: nemesis. as is evident from these, our latest pictures of the culprit, many years wandering in the desert have left him very little respect for those around him: dont be fooled by words and caresses, they are only the by-products of many lonely nights listening to the wayward howl of the dingo. do not approach but with care, and then be certain to carry a large stick - it is the stick he fears above all else.

mad max

if anyone finds this man please report back to us immediately, his name is max and he is extrememly dangerous to himself. last he was seen eating cheese on top of the tower, the name of which i forget, in the city i also cant remember right now off the top of my head. do not try to approach him - he is very dangerous and armed to seduce: with melting cheese and wicked rhymes - all who have approached him in the past have also disappeared.

Slideshow finland - france - russia

Bowled him! With the last ball of the day...

Chocoreve

Doris: You have no values. Your whole life: it's nihilism, it's cynicism, it's sarcasm, and orgasm.
Harry: You know, in France, I could run on that slogan and win.



Chocoreve

Guided By Voices - I Am A Scientist

Tete de noeud

Why the world should speak french ?

Because it's good,
good for me
good for everybody
and moreover it's good
for business
and relationship
so i could deteach me english
and speak in french
with people
and then i would say

"Le pain c'est bon"

and people would answer

"oui"

ou des fois "non" mais c'est comme tout, pour avoir bon gout, il faut etre tolerant

Mon amy le gwayn

il ay tres fort au ping-pong
il mange des chapos
mais il est rigoleau

Well, there is something more important

than news and fornication :








CHEESE
















AND

BREAD



































oh yeah

welcome, welcome this is the end

welcome to the end of the blog
welcome
it has come to this
it was a long way down
but the others will come
the others have to come
cause these ones have left
and theyre gone,
they dont even care
they even dont want to care
cause theyre somewhere else
theyre somewhere there
eating cheese and living it up with their own little imaginations of what it should be like to be born on the eiffel tower.
well i got news for everyone
youre not born on the eiffel tower
and cheese can not replace the blood in your veins
there is no cheese
there is no vein
there is only the eiffel tower
there is only today
the last day
of the blog
of our friendship
of our peace of mind
and of our cheese
i repeat
there is no cheese
there is only pain
there is only memory of pain
there is only aloneness and pain
and the memory of this aloneness and pain
what a memory!
what a pain

maxccccc

max me naime pas
mais c'est pas grave
cest pas tout le temps
que max
aime les amies
cest pas tout le temps
que je crois
quesque faire avec les enfants
cest pas grave
cest pas grave
cest pas vrais

je m'appelle...

je m'appelle pas Zeus
je ne suis pas un des immortelles
je ma'ppelle pas maxime
je ne suis pas un des mec loyale
je ma'ppelle pas fidel
je ne suis un revolutionaire des temps probable
je m'appelle Jordi!
est je veus te dires se que je sais -
je m'appelle jordi, est je vues...
dans le rue
avec mes mec
dans les tetes
dans les arbres
est dans les fetes
bonne fetes!
bonne ane!
bonne tetes
est bon soires!

the festival of poetry francaise

avec mon coeur
dans la poubelle
avec ma soeur
dans les etoile du mere
je suis
invincible!
est toi...
je ne sais pas
est tu...
je ne sais pas
est ton...
je ne sais pas
est ta...

je ne sais pas
je ne sais pas
je ne sais
tu crois?

we're all of us a bit of the pidgeon, each one of us a little bit of the bird.
some more of one than the other; but in general no one can say they have never been fed, or that no one has ever kicked in their general direction, or that theyve never flipped out for no reason when someone walked by and flown up into the sky. i personally get in peoples ways, thats my thing, but i do the other things too. max personally walks around bobbing his head. thats his thing. everybody has his thing on top of all the other pidgeon things he does.

Excitation

Je me suis excité, longtemps, a l'idée de refouler un jour le sol de la Russie. Sans aucune raison. Juste parce qu'un jour, en mars 2004, sur le quai de la gare de Finlande, a Leningrad, j'ai senti mon coeur s'arracher d'une mélancole blanche et glaciale, porté par d'enormes chapeaux en fourrure comme dans les films d'animations japonais. Des totoros sur la tete, la neige qui tombent par gros copeaux, sur les ponts, sur les blocs de béton pensés comme des allées simples vers le centre, vers les idoles communistes et tout le folklore d'une vie agitée par les coups d'états, les malversations généralisées et les rudes nuits d'hiver a tiser de la vodka.Il neige aussi sur les lieux, immenses et colonisés par le vide, juste ce qu'il y a de néant pour parcourir l'horizon avec une fierté imbécile, un Christophe Collomb de mes couilles..
Au nord, l'agitation, garantie de rechauffement, est diversement appréciée selon les pays; En Russie, je pensais qu'elle serait legerement plus psychotique et théatrale que ce que j'avais connu ailleurs. Et effectivement maintenant que j'y suis je reconsidere tout ce beau merdier en terrible farandole que j'aimerais retranscrire, si je pouvais en un mot, mais je n'y arrive jamais.
C'est toujours le meme resultat, une excitation. Sans aucune raison.