I had a dream-

The salty waves did lap against the shore, caressing the soil; layers of sand were peeled back by the tide, and in the foam spun beads of light ;
I stood and watched as from beneath the earthy grains emerged a few broken shards of glass, polished almost to oblivion; but withholding their colors still, they shone, sharp enough - my cut lips burnt ; and lain under a yearling tree, I could not say if the sun rose or set in the near.

Sum

La place ronde tournait, bondissait, jonchée de corps multicolores.
Les coeurs se heurtaient, doux et longs, au rythme des marées basses.

Vie.

party people

Just got my lurvely wisdom teeth ripped out.
I'll miss'em.
In grief, I spend my days watching the animal channel whilst s
On the bright side, though, my cheeks are now thrice the width of my shoulders.
And that is way sexy.

I'm too sexy for my blog, too sexy for my blog, too sexy for you bloggers...

Hyper

TARANTINO !

jouissif.
Tout simplement : jouissif.

Sunday afternoons, without the edge

L'incroyable luxe de la jeunesse:
L'avenir semble encore très loin d'aujourd'hui.

Ceci était une réflexion inspirée par une après-midi de visionnage de Sex in the City.
I feel like f*cking Shania Twain.
Whatever that means.

-yawn-

L'incroyable apport de l'hypokhâgne :
L'élève ne sait plus ghlânder en paix, car la véritable ghlânde n'est jouissive que sur fond de procrastination. Chacun le sait, après tout.
Je dois donc me remettre au boulot à fins de pouvoir ghlânder en toute impunité. CQFD.

Spiral

" Epouse-moi, et je te promets que je ne regarderai jamais un autre cheval."
-Groucho Marx

Running in the rye, towards the pit, with the drugging knowledge no body will be there to catch me, the flicker of hope, the long mad destructive dash.

Mesdames messieurs, a self-pity incident having just took place in Hauptbahnhof, prière de patienter, quelques instants.

(coming soon)

Post concoursblancum animal triste.

Sarkosie

Et sinon les bisounours vont comment?

The Wasteland; TS Eliot

II. A GAME OF CHESS


THE Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne,
Glowed on the marble, where the glass
Held up by standards wrought with fruited vines
From which a golden Cupidon peeped out
(Another hid his eyes behind his wing)
Doubled the flames of sevenbranched candelabra
Reflecting light upon the table as
The glitter of her jewels rose to meet it,
From satin cases poured in rich profusion;
In vials of ivory and coloured glass
Unstoppered, lurked her strange synthetic perfumes,
Unguent, powdered, or liquid—troubled, confused
And drowned the sense in odours; stirred by the air
That freshened from the window, these ascended
In fattening the prolonged candle-flames,
Flung their smoke into the laquearia,
Stirring the pattern on the coffered ceiling.
Huge sea-wood fed with copper
Burned green and orange, framed by the coloured stone,
In which sad light a carvèd dolphin swam.
Above the antique mantel was displayed
As though a window gave upon the sylvan scene
The change of Philomel, by the barbarous king
So rudely forced; yet there the nightingale
Filled all the desert with inviolable voice
And still she cried, and still the world pursues,
'Jug Jug' to dirty ears.
And other withered stumps of time
Were told upon the walls; staring forms
Leaned out, leaning, hushing the room enclosed.
Footsteps shuffled on the stair.
Under the firelight, under the brush, her hair
Spread out in fiery points
Glowed into words, then would be savagely still.

'My nerves are bad to-night. Yes, bad. Stay with me.
'Speak to me. Why do you never speak? Speak.
'What are you thinking of? What thinking? What?
'I never know what you are thinking. Think.'

I think we are in rats' alley
Where the dead men lost their bones.

'What is that noise?'
The wind under the door.
'What is that noise now? What is the wind doing?'
Nothing again nothing.
'Do
'You know nothing? Do you see nothing? Do you remember
'Nothing?'
I remember
Those are pearls that were his eyes.
'Are you alive, or not? Is there nothing in your head?'
But
O O O O that Shakespeherian Rag—
It's so elegant
So intelligent
'What shall I do now? What shall I do?'
'I shall rush out as I am, and walk the street
'With my hair down, so. What shall we do to-morrow?
'What shall we ever do?'
The hot water at ten.
And if it rains, a closed car at four.
And we shall play a game of chess,
Pressing lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon the door.

Et lorsque j'aurai 27 ans...

A vu voter.