marronnage

"le phénomène par lequel des animaux domestiques relâchés ou échappés forment des populations vivant partiellement ou totalement à l'état sauvage." (fr.wikipedia.org)

May 12, 2012 at 12:50pm
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thirst drove me down to the water

where I drank the moon’s reflection

May 11, 2012 at 3:07pm
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May 9, 2012 at 10:04pm
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he looks a lot like my uncle

he looks a lot like my uncle

May 4, 2012 at 4:28pm
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why don’t marxists drink earl grey?

(because all proper-tea is theft)

"It is not easy for one person to give another a cup of tea. If a lady gives me a cup of tea, she might be showing off her tea-pot or her tea-set; she might be trying to put me in a good mood in order to get something out of me; she might be trying to get me to like her;  she may be wanting me as an ally for her own purposes against others … the action could be a mechanical one in which there is no recognition of me in it. A cup of tea could be handed to me without me being given a cup of tea.” (Laing, 1974)

May 2, 2012 at 9:23pm
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9:21pm
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May 1, 2012 at 11:15pm
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up for the down stroke

A guy with and without cigarette hits on thinks I smoke too much. You will die too soon, he says, one day you sweet girl will meet someone you want to live with not die too soon from. Thereby it is said, me is never sufficient, with or without sweet girl, meet someone, live not die, me is never sufficient a pretext, pretence, prevention; from me someone else has to die. 

April 30, 2012 at 9:40am
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then press mute and listen to chapelier fou instead

April 28, 2012 at 8:34pm
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bonjour lyon

I write letters in the mornings by hand drinking coffee very romantic:

 “you know, the baugettes here are as expensive as in France but they taste of nothing – so we know, that we eat baugettes solely for reasons of appearance. I’m happy enough to have travelled enough to have learnt that there are corners of the world where baugettes taste of boulangerie and where the romanticism is secondary, so that even here, now, baugettes taste of slightly more than nothing.”

7:39pm
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a woman is a woman and a man ain’t nothing but a male

— Louis Prima