There is a strong possibility that I may in fact explode. Actually explodeWere this to occur, please know that I quite liked you all ( Read more... )

WILL SOMEBODY PLEASE GIVE ME SOME MONEY, DAMNIT???!

I promise I'll spend it wisely. Promise.

It’ll be OK, said she
A fork stabbed into the apple ahead.
Passive aggressivity is symptomatic, said he
For sure. Of something.

It’s windy today, and the gusts
Gust away the steamy dream.
And if you really look closely close,
You might see where the skin suffered

Its first puncture wound. For sure.

Or something.

P.S.ThomasFromScotland and I ran around in circles at the Czech Senate on Monday night ( Read more... )

Some discoveries are purely and simply the Goods.

This one, for example.


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Now I wouldn't want anyone to go drawing any unnecessary conclusions to what I'm about to say (save them for yourselves kiddies), but sometimes The Universe sends you a surefire sign that you're just slightly perturbed about something, and really not concentrating quite as much as you should be, mate.

=> Today, whilst drying my hair with an ( Read more... )

You wanna know what's supremely infuriating? Being subject to both nostalgia for things already lost, and nostalgia for those things you still have, but know you can't hold onto.

It's like not having any cake, and not eating it either. A double whammy. It's unfair and it sucks.

(Ooh, now isn't that moody and wanky-intellectual?)

On the TV5 Météo website, which I check religiously in order to prepare myself for the worst/best, it says that today in the world the maximum temperature is 60℃in a place called Sabine Pass in Texas, USA, and that the minimum temperature is -39℃ at the charmingly named Deadhorse Airport in, funnily enough, Deadhorse, USA ( Read more... )

I certainly think that most people would like me more had I been the author of these lyrics:

I know by now
that no-one cheers up when told to.
That it's more the arms that hold you
than whatever words are said.
Of course I know,
but you can't blame me for trying.
I could hardly hear you crying
for the traffic overhead.I'd generally just be a ( Read more... )

Last night Mathieu, Léna and I went to see Buddha's Lost Children as part of the One World Documentary Film Festival, which is currently taking place in Prague. It's been all the rage around this neck of the woods, and well might it be, as it's been a real sock-rocking festival. I've loved it.

The film was truly excellent.I had heard brilliant ( Read more... )