It’s beautiful outside… So what the fuck am I doing sitting here? Oh, yeah… Avoiding. Waiting. This is not healthy at all.
Well, just writing it makes me feel guilty enough. Waiting for what? Avoiding what?
Answers I’d rather not hear. Not from me, not from anyone.
Even thinking about the anwers, the possibility of their meaning makes me sick.
I’m going outside. Fuck the anwers.
I’ll come back with new questions. Or none.
I’m formatting this whole thing.
On a fresh tape. None of that overlapping shit, no echoes, no ghosts.
I have a 4 CD player in my car. Lots of burning to do.
Answer to “That’s it” now published…
perrasite premier: Tu vas “voler” tes idées sur combien de blogues coudonc?!
Beware, the gaz is sooo expensive! Don’t go too far, go listen to your cds at exit Simard on the 132, in front of the River, with the ducks and everything (but perhaps too many hummm…… human beings though!).
Allow yourself to feel however you feel, 24/7.
Bibi : Please don’t give my address. 😉 That’s close enough.
Ce n’est pas un vol. C’est un autre “défi” avec Swan. Un peu comme celui que je t’avais lancé l’autre jour.
Je crois qu’on démarre quelque chose ici. À suivre.
perrasite: oui oui, la suite de la suite s’en vient itou!
bibi: tu m’a donné un méchant choc, pcq je vais là en vélo, regarder les canards. pis sais tu quoi, avec un walkman, les humains disparaissent! thanks for the thought 🙂