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Jun 15, 2008
YES & fortunately there are some foreigners (outiders ?...) invigorating some cool breeze in the "dumpy" local air. Raymond might ask : "what's new about it ?"
>The DEAD SCIENCE of the living well matching a blue rectangle with yellow stars on it & indefinitely numbered new bank notes ; it's not Mark but my name sounds german sometimes, and I've learnt to appreciate the value of his counterfeit pronunciations.
Still lot of good food & decent beverages on the shelves + the usual beggars sidewalking outside (all type accepted) ; Notice that the detuned accordion has been replaced by encore of jingle-jumblings for some spare change (dogfood eventually).
>The WORD : a few locals still like to have one, especially regarding what's wrong with you or better abroad. The new generation propel its preemptive MEA CULPA in-as-much the "baguette"'s corrupted recipes rules baked tasteless scent of identity.
PARIS, not in TEXAS, I swear (!!!) but in France and more than ever in the Union, the bright E.U......
Remenbrance of Paris, Crescida, or even Hector... Not that I like to complain but you can't say that around here the play isn't so (un)fair and recently I found myself spending much of my free time going to the movies and ZABRISKIE POINT was one of them.
MC is kind of not tall enought for basket ball but he enjoys soccer even with a "Maradona playing a stubborn Zidane". NS isn't so small and while he's attired with a dream team & a couple of girls, he's said to be (cap)ABLE to run run for the BALL.
Jun 6, 2008
Monster's D.E.W. to wring the fictituous SKYlarking MIrTHs lest through the trough some bodies balk-ing ERR on Or leeward the ominous kook ! I.T.H.I.M.H.E.R shrouds of dusk and SEA humMING dye shoddy sidled clangor. Whine$ ! No inDECOROUS jinx but NATURAL rosh IN THE MED.
Jun 1, 2008
Several severe industrial wastes... Souvenir and the cause. Minor plague for a PING PONG field of a casual & unrestricted tip. Solar sides of the treacherous. VET & whites.
When I saw it sliding where I knew it turned (+) out to evaporate and skim, the pace was UNartificial.
Juliet and Romeo opt 4 ###.
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Feb 29, 2008
This was the end of the world as we know it, and there were so many people. I remenber a gypsie lady, out of the Eureka Bakery with long black hairs, golden hoops on her ears, and her "moustache(d)" companion.
Hiking up & down 2 mountains around, I pictured a fallen tree, the rocks & rugged wilderness above the valleys, the tantalizing arms, fingers and palms of the seas.I walked in woods full of waived trunks like still belly dancers.The day before a weird vertical cloud had appeared behind a hill; but though I did my best, I lost the photograph.
Hit the road 4 hundreds km more : a fox squad, pink flamingoes, a condor family, plus a guanaco looking at me during 10 seconds & it felt like "who said why ?" Empty huge plains again, the dusk on the run. Slept the nite in the motel Frontera with nothing else than the sky and the wind. Heading west with the sheperds throught those ocre, green, brown lands, then along a bahia Inutil a forgotten town named like the Future.
Entering a pub un this great wild emptiness, I heard Joey Ramones's voice on the radio echoeing from the deep canyons of Manhattan. Petrol, dust, homemade chocolate & new roads on the trail of the Sundance Kid. The grand glaciars : ice, rocks and water converging toward eachother in a parade of bangs, splashes and cracks, while a few words spread out of the visitor mouth call it all "la potencia della naturalesa".