Ton ventre a plus de science que ta tête
a) There's a cheap DVD menu that keeps scrolling, the bit that reads "How American Cinema Changed Hollywood Forever (Documentary)" highlighted.
Tomalevegl and Manuprigro hesitate on the appropriate order to go about uncovering the extras and main feature on A Force Of One (third in their ongoing series of Chuck tribute nights, 6 if you count the respins of Breaker! Breaker!), but finally settle on enjoying the storytelling.
A golden moustache passes.
Toma works in a funeral home, as a coffin carrier among other things. Manupr works part time for an internet helpdesk as well as pretending to attend college.
T: "Of all the people who were in high school with us that we still keep in touch with, I don't think there's even one who's actually doing something. We all have these projects and wants for our lives that we think we'll end up doing but we just don't know when."
Manupr stares back at Toma's face as he prepares to go on with his thought and considers for an instant the impression of emptiness and the lack of any possible direction before replying with a stiffled laughter,
M: "I don't have any projects."
T: "What do you intend to do then?"
M: "Wait it out? Live it out."
On the screen, Bill "Superfoot" Wallace crushes Chuck's adoptive black son's windpipe with a violent downwards kick of his left leg.
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b) Colette... I've been in love with you for quite a while now and I wish I could meet you somewhere some time so we could talk. Or at least, so you could sit your big ass next to mine with a guitar on your lap.
You'd then tell me to shut the fuck up while you sing the blues with your large assured voice which can't really be found anymore since women need to sound frail and breathless to appear beautiful now.
After a short while, when you'd have tired your strings, you'd little by little howl louder while banging on your guitar with your flat hands, invoking a gigantic apelike beast which you'd always hoped would be the spirit of the masses in one or the individual as an intensity, crushing the oppression within and without.
I do realise this is going to be difficult as you died in 1997, but I'll try not to give up all hope on that one.
Bisou.
Colette Magny - Baise M'Encor
Colette Magny - Répression