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Des cookies pour quatre heure. | 25 janvier 2008

When I was in high school I had several travis albums, and the train was my daily duty, my own very temple, my drawing room, the sister's bed I never had.
And sometimes, if you played Trishika, it would snow.
Now M. moved, his two houses are not his anymore, I'll never open their doors and windows again. I have already forgotten their smell.
The cats are away, I can't enjoy their thick fur under the palms of my hands. Hence I got no idea what I should do with them. (My hands).
There, the weather was all mixed (up) and the living room was smelling emptiness.
Air with nothing in it but cars passing by. Dust in my room. We had to do it all, so we did. All those papers to read and write.

So, we did.
 
Words bursting out, a lot more than ever after. I'll never be older than 17.
T. was a name on an orange and grey screen.
Those days are gone, somehow.
 
Maintenant tout crisse sous mes paumes, des tas de rasoirs imaginés,
on tombait de vélo sur les avants bras, c'était un chemin de gravier comprends tu,
et des cookies pour quatre heure.
On comprend jamais rien au bon moment.
 

Publié par fanguk à 00:32:10 dans Fang in U.K. | Commentaires (0) |

I see you, you see me - (origami wastes) | 22 janvier 2008

If only I could always laugh at loud
I would jump from high walls
I would always dare
I would always think of you as a poor, poor guy
I would always remember the offers, the huge possibilities here and there

I wish
Because always remembering is not something I'm capable of
a coffee job and an assistant job
I would let my eyes absorb flash lights
I would be as happy as crows

La tete sous une capuche de maintenants - de mains - of shutter release - of happy studying
No more dead lines

only written and unwritten words.

Publié par fanguk à 14:07:15 dans Fang in U.K. | Commentaires (0) |

the sad evening | 22 janvier 2008

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Do you read enough ? | 20 janvier 2008

This guy I had never seen came to me and said
"do you read enough to make your pictures interesting ? "
So I looked at him,
and asked back how on earth you can KNOW if you read enough or not
Then he said I look like a very intelligent girl (that makes two crazy people telling me this within one single week)
I made a look and moved my arms, the whole thing saying "oh yeah really you can say that by waching me serving beers ?" (yes, really, I said all that just by moving my arms and making a face)
And then he said something about the fact that he hated something in me, really, sorry, but I hate it.
And went away.

Never seen him before,
couldn't find him later.

I think he hated it because he couln't answer the question neither.

Publié par fanguk à 05:36:47 dans Fang in U.K. | Commentaires (0) |

Hypermakeupology | 19 janvier 2008

"Phantasmagoria" is the word of the day


ADD, en anglais - TDA, en francais
et tout le temps que je perds

toutes les fautes

 

J'éspère qu'il disait vrai
I hope the blanket is the universe and eveything is connected
I just hope he's right and not them
Then all I'll have to do
is to find the basement
and burn it.

Publié par fanguk à 19:16:22 dans Fang in U.K. | Commentaires (2) |

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