Night is falling. On the kitchen table, the last remnants of a meal. Drip of long-molten ice cream. And old cookie pack.
The house is quiet. Darkness shrouds the room.
Then Mano extends his hand, his voice rasping...
"Ariiiiiiiiise from the Depths, Cookie."
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Monday, September 26, 2011
Sunday, September 25, 2011
(maman ne lit pas le titre) Putaing...
Merci Mermoz d'avoir sauve l'honneur, Trinh-duc aussi mais c'etait moins fulgurant.
Une tres belle lecon de rugby par les Blacks. Ils etaient tous a fond. J'ai lu un blog qui parlait de la "maree noire". Vi. Hate de les voir jouer encore.
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Thursday, September 22, 2011
Exit
Tears for fears - Raoul and the kings of Spain
Monday, September 19, 2011
Sunday, September 18, 2011
RWC- Go Ireland
Been to the fanzone sowing of Sat's rugby match on a big screen. Ireland was the host, so we tasted sourdough bread, Irish stew, learnt a Riverdance move and sang the Irish Ntional Anthem.
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Soulgaze
Mixed influence. This week end I watched "Pan's labyrinth", "Sleepy Hollow", "I loved you for so long" and I stocked up on Jim Butcher's Dresden Files. I also left my imagination free reining on something that Wa talked to me about, a drawing (which if it does happen to escape my head, is not going to be easy).
Soulgaze is a term borrowed from Jim's fiction/fantasy series about Harry Dresden.
Here's some definition looked up on the web (http://dresdenfiles.wikia.com/wiki/Soulgaze):
Soulgaze is a term borrowed from Jim's fiction/fantasy series about Harry Dresden.
Here's some definition looked up on the web (http://dresdenfiles.wikia.com/wiki/Soulgaze):
When a practicing wizard and a being with a soul (...) look each other in the eyes, it begins what is known as a soulgaze. It gives the other a window into their soul, which can’t be faked. It doesn’t relay specific information (you can’t use it to interrogate someone), but it does give one a vague impression on whether they’re trustworthy or not, or if they’ve been psychically harmed, etc. Just like if one were to use their Sight, the memory of the gaze doesn’t fade with time, being as sharp years later as when it happened.
Placebo - Twenty Years
Saturday, September 10, 2011
Walking along the lakeshore
Michael Jackson - Shake your body down (to the ground)
Thursday, September 1, 2011
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