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Ha, the 22 of March already. Before I know it my feet will be scraping the stones of the Rocky Mountains again. As much as I can't wait for such a day to come, Brian has taught me that patience is a virtue, so, I'm left 'on the fence' so to speak. One thing is for sure, however: time changes itself every two weeks. It's got some kind of rapidly- ( Read more... )

It's March. It's getting warmer and staying light until about 19h. Et tu sais ce que ça veut dire, mon ami? C'est à dire qu'on est ouvert a faire les balades d'adventure toute la nuit. Les balades avec le concret, le metal, et les obstacles et les toits bien sûr, comme les amis les plus proches. C'est vachement un jungle dehors. On attend, on ( Read more... )

It just hit me. Umbrellas are fashioned after Bat wings.

Stumbling, jaded over numerous canals and strangley-twisting paths. Under no direction. Aimless. Just drifting through concrete, really. Cringe. Shudder. This idea of: Return has not ceased to haunt me and ilicit a different measure of signification. I'd say a weekend of complete weightlessness might assist. This sliding and hacking off of certain ( Read more... )

Dear Eurolines: You suck. I don't think the gleefully blunt expression 'shit for brains' could find a better employment. When did selling more tickets than available places ever seem like an even acceptable idea? Fuck you and your worse than primitive organization. Now I get to arrive in London at 5h30. Wonderful. The first time I make plans for ( Read more... )

Looking at the most recent entries of some of my favorite people, it becomes well evident that, well, it is the month of February. Oh beautiful, wretched order of rage which is the second month of the year, why do you haunt us so? I'd just like to inform all those who are waiting its end next Sunday that I have found a solution to the cancer of ( Read more... )

Friday the 13th: Bought Ticket to Aix, biked with Ted from Gare de Lyon to Académie de la Bière, went to the lower 15th for Dinner, stayed there till 2, took night buses literally all around Paris, made it to Gare du Nord by 3h30, hung out till bout 6 ( Read more... )

In some kind of quivering forest of internal chaos that is just unrecognizable enough that it can tear me asunder, I lay myself down. There's a reason I average about 4 hours a night. Sleep is a force that pulls on me at times where it's impossibility just mocks me; once its possibility comes in sight, it is a fleeting, hollow memory. When I do, in ( Read more... )

"Brother see, we are one in the same ( Read more... )