23 avril 2008
Je suis une maison.
that's what i am. that's what i am. that's what i am. that's what i am. that's what i am. that's what i am. that's what i am. that's what i am. that's what i am. that's what i am. that's what i am. that's what i am. that's what i am. that's what i am. that's what i am. that's what i am. that's what i am. that's what i am. that's what i am. that's what i am. that's what i am. that's what i am. that's what i am. that's what i am. that's what i am. that's what i am. that's what i am. that's what i am. that's what i am. that's what i am. that's what i am. that's what i am. that's what i am. that's what i am. that's what i am. that's what i am. that's what i am. that's what i am. that's what i am. that's what i am. that's what i am. that's what i am.
21 avril 2008
Je ne veux pas travailler.
et Billy Boissu est un véritable trou du cul. Pas plus que la vioque du 3 Cour Billot. J'ai fais un cauchemar où Etienne m'offrait des bouquins réédités de Vian avec de belles illustrations dans un appartement Kafkaïen. Je me lève photo, je mange photo, je me couche photo, je dors photo non, je ne dors pas. Insomnies. Euphories. Je suis heureuse.
qu'une chose à ajouter : les oeuuuuuuuuuuufs. les oeuuuuuuuuuufs!
15 avril 2008
Last night.
where i slept.
13 avril 2008
...
J'avais perdu mon ballon par la fenêtre.
12 avril 2008
Workshop photographie.
L'histoire du petit chaperon qui voulait une histoire. L'histoire du petit chaperon qui voulait une histoire.
