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Tigers Porcelain Limoges

(yes I know, cross-posted, but eventually the law had no place here ... I would have to add things, but for now I feel like a bit of shame over that miss A kept me company all weekend long funeral ...)


Tigers Porcelain Limoges

Friday night, went to Jabberwock, charming concert, good company and happy birthday Leah (I hope I am wrong name lol) Scorpio Power! So since it was past midnight, it was my birthday, too, so I (we) have been shamefully parasitize the champagne ...

Saturday, leaving the head in the ass road without interest. A Road Is A Road Is A Road. Polo (the mad trucker from hell) is not there, he managed to get stuck back into playing football ... Thinking moved to this victim of the war in sports! ;-). Mickey is there to replace. No, not Mickey Mouse, Mickey, the real ... Christophe Oversoul is not there, god knows that right now he is busy Rue de Douai ;-)

CCM John Lennon's amazing how it looks like a rotten MJC Exterior .... So once inside, it turns out that this is a very beautiful room, perhaps one of the most beautiful I have ever had the opportunity to see. Rules of non-Euclidean space: a much bigger inside than outside.

afternoon dawdling and swing, and Cubi plonk the fish Smoked sea, a nice itw with a young lady who we knew absolutely no one and who said the word "batcave" lol ... Interesting discussion on the current hype around Pink TV. Arrival of Lawrence (Mr. Lights) now after endless adventures in Portugal and Spain that they would be worth writing a book on it. Besides ...

meal was indescribable as GOOD. Thank you thank you thank you thank you. Pasta with salmon cream peppers, that beats all Lysanxia the world ....

Olen'k: I could see a few pieces, but it was beautiful. Strings to cry (Strings with the real people playing, I dare say the quartet, but it seems to me that it was one), an exceptional voice, amazing response, but very moving as this African singer ... I who am not very hip "heavenly," I felt to be back in full magic ... Everything came together to make this moment a bubble outside of time, I regret not being able to immerse myself as much as I wanted. Too much speed, too many things in my head for the trip.

Collection d'Arnell-Andrea, a group that I have always loved for its aesthetics as well as for his music (and I repeat myself, but basically it is not really my cup of tea, cold-wave ether), just saw the balance was going to paint ... and I regret not having seen them, really. It was re-listened Villiers-aux-vents in the truck, returning to Toulouse, for that matter. It reminded me of many memories, and for once, not bad ... (Although I prefer a little bit The Marroniers)

peinturlurage session rather quiet. Vodka, Manzana, Ouço (no, not the ouzo ouço, an imitation of Soho, lol, Audrey miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiirci) (ah, those references lychee ...), No drugs except for a few poppers well camphor (Magic psychedelic trip, 12 Euro, Matabiau neighborhood sex shop, it has taken almost a week that one. I regret not having kept the bottle, it is the latter that I shared with shit ... and then, well, eternalsunshinons about it), but I have more and more difficult to treat it like the drug ... Some pump series, we'll end up like Rollins. Adrenaline testosterone cons. Lack of cocaine. Okay. Hyperventilons instead. I found my chain. I like my chain. It is jingle-jingle when I walk. "I do not nic my guitar, I am advised Miss Z.

concert: no gates. Why? Just because those organizations that had recovered were not strong enough, so dangerous, so the stage management that refused to put them. I understand a little ... Given the absence of part of the staff used to manage these problems (Christophe and Polo), no risk taking. Home a little less for the same reason (not enough people to place fast enough), even if we tried to be nice on the battery, for once .... But hey, after all, is not a fucking carnival, right? And then the beauty sepia projections 16 mm CCDA, why try to make the beautiful scene? Are there cash in the trash.

I kept my T-shirt Tagada against the general opinion, but I like it, this T-shirt, although I have kept only two songs and a half. Look zombie usual lately. I feel like a zombie, although I have no name to write on trees .... On my arms, even if it was not very visible: No Voodoo / Stepping Razor / Cheers. Stepping Razor, I want to be like the Stepping Razor ...

difficult start, no grid where cling, just alcohol and alcohol and the desire to be a thousand times more wicked than you. After a while, it ends up walking ....
I answered many fingers by satanic fuck puncaille - the only one that I never wear pentagram is the mark of my shame. Death metal, lol ...
then I do not know very well. The desire to break the fucking bottle of vodka, definitely too strong for my arm ... the desire to make me worse ... This was the best cigarette I smoked for a long time, which I do not smoke, even if I turn it back twice and twice put me in this pentacle that horrifies me and I diagonalized before the beer can, the only real weapon of scarification that wants good cut deep enough into my flesh

blood flowing, blisters, nonsensical lyrics sung instead of true. Trust and You'll Be trusted says the liar to the fool - lust, what if you're busted? In love and war There is not no rules (Type O. ...)
Do not Fear the Reaper

Do not Fear The Reaper Do not Fear the Reaper


(Blue Oyster Cult)

( Yes, our times are all gone ....)
I jump into the pit, I distributed a few blows of his shoulder poppers, I would have liked to be in trip, not enough vampires around me and too many deaths in my head. But god it feels good to have a very wild pogo ... Externalize ... Center yourself, take hits, receive ...

Wi-wi slut conscientiously people, one-man-army Viking

reminders in automatic mode, I forget where I am not quite cut out for you splash

gig, I'm not alone, thank you, thank you, thank you. Thank you to the band from Toulouse, thank you especially. Shower interrupted by an untimely but manly Happy Birthday ...

Then I do not know very well, hotels. Thirteen for nine places, but it did. Not much to say. & Formula, etap'hotel, all this is the same, always the same story everywhere, with some differences. "Eat breakfast". With grapefruit juice da pill, And Then it melts away in a blue substance .... they're not so true ...

And then, back to lose. Someone I know (too) much thought over the weekend, someone will at least I can talk a little pop-art, even the bulk head ... ;-))