I was at this wedding last week end, you know how you always get bored and start staring at the table, start writing on it, building stuff with pieces of bread and rest of food...I, myself, tried to chop the head off an alive flea. Those bastards are fast but after a few minutes, one of them got close enough, a quick wrist move, CHOP, the head was next to the body, still running around. I didn't believe it myself. That knife was not even sharp. The body kept moving and running around for 10 minutes. This is gross, i know but I couldn't believe this actually happened. Chances are so slim sometimes, even for something dumb like this, you get enough satisfaction to go through the whole day.

"Chaque action parfaite s'accompagne de volupté."

All fall down.

Au rond point desert, un gendarme se tient debout, un pied posé sur le dos d'un homme en caleçon de bain orange, allongé a plat ventre. Je roule devant eux, fenetres ouvertes. "Bronches pas ou je t'eclate la cervelle!"

Merci Hollywood...

April 65 waking up in Arles 2006

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