An Unexamined Life…

Ce qui semblait éteint, perdu, disséminé au-delà de toute possibilité de récupération… est de retour Lentement, mais parfois par à-coups fulgurants, j'émerge (Sister Morphine joue, et je peux juste pas me tanner parce que c'est tellement) Je lis plus que jamais. Je me saoule de musique (turn my nightmare into dream) Je pensais même pas [...]

“Aidez-moi! Aidez-moi!”

Estimated date of delivery: on or before 21/07/08 Oh yes!

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If I was the Oracle, I'd fuck Kratos. Preferably after a killing spree, drenched in blood. Out of breath, still on a high from the battle. Hands gripping my hair, ripping my clothes, grabbing my thighs, leaving trails of blood on my skin, his teeth in my neck, on my breasts and… hem… ahhhh… well, [...]

. Well, it seems that life has taken over my need to write. I have so little time. I apologize to anyone that has left a comment to which I have not responded. I read them all though (and your blogs through bloglines), and always appreciate and welcome them! My new home is set up! [...]

. La tombée de la nuit, après un marathon illuminé… Je suis toujours ici, à fumer ma cinquième dernière cigarette. Bientôt un nouveau blog… Nouvelle adresse… Vieilles questions… Anciennes peurs… Jeunes ambitions… Rien de neuf pourtant. Rien. Le bruit de la fan de ma machine me dit qu’il serait temps d’écouter une nouvelle toune. Genre [...]

. A wobbly ride to reason. Regardless of my upset stomach I push on. I am here. Right here, at this moment, because of my decisions. There is no welcoming wagon. I’m scared. Unsure. Insecure. I’m determined. I sound like a self help book… Where is Tony Robbins when you need him? 12 steps. Mars [...]

. Some of you have noticed that in order to leave a comment here now, you must have a Blogger account. The reason is that SPAM has made it’s way through the word verification system and when I came back from vacation I found 2 spam comments. So for now that’s how it’s gonna be. [...]

. de trouver dans la mélodie de mes verbes un air triste ou mélancolique ne me fais pas peur. de t’entendre revouloir repenser redemander sans musique ne m’émeut pas du tout. de te sentir si près sous les épaisseurs de mes pensées et malgré mon pied sur ta poitrine me déstabilise un peu tout de [...]

. In the next few days, I will make some changes. First in my personal life. My line of questioning lately has been directly linked to my leading a double life. I do not want this anymore. I want my writting here and my reading you to be known but mostly accepted. I will not [...]

. idée c’en est une ou non? probablement je cours l’enterrer avec les autres dans la cour mon clavier est hanté la lueur de l’écran un spectre de possibilités c’en est une ou non? -oOSOo- C’est rendu que j’ai peur de mes mots. D’où ils veulent m’emmener. Trop peu, trop tout court. Plein aussi. Ça [...]

. Finality in the search for oneself is quixotic. Accepting that this search is a long string of lessons, impulses tended to and dreams hovering above attainable is in itself a draft, a pencil drawing of my own finish line. Finding my own place, actually looking for an identity. No, I have one. Trying to [...]

. A quick recap of our week’s vacation: Sunday: Quebec City Monday: Cruise to Grosse-Ile (look it up, it’s worth it) Tuesday: Karting in the morning and spa for me in the afternoon Wednesday: Mountain biking , hiking and a visit to a dog village at the top of mount Ste-Anne Thursday: A visit to [...]

. My friend Crunchy Weta is hosting the fourth Ringing of the Bards starting July 15th. It’s a great opportunity to discover new poets from around the world and celebrate the love of words. Please pay him a visit. And to the writers he will be featuring. If you want to know more about this [...]