mercredi 31 août 2011
Fire flower.
Comme quoi tout peux arriver....
Trouver au fond des bois. Pas une simple histoire.
Je sais même pas pourquoi j'ai voulu y aller, accompagner par ma flamme. Je savais que je m'y perdrais pas car elle serais là... Je me suis retrouvée avec deux. Bizarrement j'ai choisit celle la moins lumineuse, pour moi. Juste ce qui faut. Elle dessine a coup de caresses, des sourires sur mon visage. C'est agréable, ça brûle, ça pique mais ça réchauffe. Elle se consume. Elle ne dura pas éternellement mais le temps que cette flamme brûlera, elle sera belle.
J'ai perdu mon cerf. Un chaton est sur le palier. Demain c'est le début de "l'éternité c'est long, surtout vers la fin". Crève.
Trop de choses à dire, c'est soûlant.
Faîtes que je ne soit pas déçue Apparemment non: le sourire est de retour. Aie ça pique mais que c'est bon.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9L2G32EkoVg
...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vStjmYxetY0
Just for the sake of it.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6g2f_hNu-9I&feature=related
"Don't make a fool of yourself boy" I won't.
Have I gone mad?
" - T'as pas de muscles.
- Si mais en vrai j'en ai.
- Mais attends t'étais à moitié à poils sur moi tu vas pas me dire que t'en avais beaucoup!
- Mais je te jure que j'en ai!
- Mais oui c'est ça et tu les as cachés c'est ça?
- Oui je montre jamais mes muscles le premier soir. "-------------------------------------------------------------------
" Collecting hearts.
Another love is another place to stay.
Another face.
We close our eyes and feel our way.
A new fit .
You're positive but they don't need to know.
Another boy another girl another place to go.
It feels like sleep.
It feels like being born.
Return to soil.
Return to frailer form. " Crystal Castles.
Notes on a screen, somehow fills you up... almost completly.
Guess it can only get as good as that.
mercredi 17 août 2011
Aristophane avait raison.
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| Parce que on a joué aux amoureuses pendant 3ans. |
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| Parce que quand je t'ai donné ma robe en velours et dentelle pour tes 18ans, tu t'es effondrée en sanglots. Et ça, ça été le plus cadeau en retour. |
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| Parce que tu l'a porte à merveille pour moi. |
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| Parce que tes yeux en réalité frôle le turquoise. |
It seeps out.
So what if it didn't really exist? Does any of this really exist? How do you know? How can you be sure? You say, you feel so alive but don't you just feel less dead? You'll never get a answer from me. I ask the questions, don't try and take my place.
I'm fine where I am.. No i'm not. But does anybody feel fine? In total harmony on every level? Don't give me bullshit.
I hate the way I fucking love them...
Evil little creatures of the dephts of my mind.
Without them what would I be? Emptyness... No maybe not. Not quite that. Playing with words is my game.. Details, details, details... That only me can understand.
In fact I don't understand everything. Thats just... impossible?
Questions, questions, questions spin round in my head... Mum says it's normal I'm young, curious, loud and for fuck sake mum get a grip of yourself!
I needed you, then... I did without. I now know that I can sort this out on my own. They're eating me alive and i'm letting them do it. For the only reason I can come up with is that this is my excuse for fucking-up.
This is pittyful... It feels good letting this seep out... But where is it seeping from?
I'm fine where I am.. No i'm not. But does anybody feel fine? In total harmony on every level? Don't give me bullshit.
I hate the way I fucking love them...
Evil little creatures of the dephts of my mind.
Without them what would I be? Emptyness... No maybe not. Not quite that. Playing with words is my game.. Details, details, details... That only me can understand.
In fact I don't understand everything. Thats just... impossible?
Questions, questions, questions spin round in my head... Mum says it's normal I'm young, curious, loud and for fuck sake mum get a grip of yourself!
I needed you, then... I did without. I now know that I can sort this out on my own. They're eating me alive and i'm letting them do it. For the only reason I can come up with is that this is my excuse for fucking-up.
This is pittyful... It feels good letting this seep out... But where is it seeping from?
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