Silly Kissers.

Yesterday, The SILLY KISSERS 
a beautiful girl with short brown hair red lips and shorts.
Sean Savage, and amazing songs about love.
Hangovers, couples, old friends, new boys.
overly drunk girls, fighting and kissings and dropping their cigarettes.
Bagels at 3 AM and a 12$ taxi ride home
Today my arms hurt, and my lips are dry,
I’m not sure what to wear,
Its 4/20, abandoned buildings pictures and rituals.
the Dirty Weddings, and clearly not doing my research on Post Modern vs Modern Art and Andy Wharhol and Picasso and Duchamps
Permanant state of distraction
old pictures taken with disposable cameras 
and vague memories from last summer and greece.   

I HOPE IT DOESNT RAIN TONIGHT.

Beautiful – Ferry Corsten

Campagne.

About The Golden Roe.

FACES WHICH YOU CANNOT LOOK 
FLY BACK INTO THEIR BRIGHT EYES 
THE SALMONS JUMP OUT OF THE WATER 
THEIR FINS TURN INTO WINGS 
THEIR RED BELLIES FILL WITH GOLDEN ROE 
WHICH THEY RAIN DOWN ON THE GROUND 
THE SOFT FOREST BED COVERED IN GOLDEN ROE 
FACES GROW FROM IT 
THE EYES REACH UP TO THE HIGHEST LEAVES 
LIKE EXCITED TENDRILS 
THE MOUTHS SWALLOW THE BRANCHES 
AND THE TEETH SINK INTO THE BARK 
AND LICK THE SAP 
THE BRANCHES GRIP THEIR FLYING MOTHERS 
LIKE A FLOCK OF BIRDS 
THEY SINK THEM BACK INTO THEIR HOMES 
WITH THEIR SECRET FACES. 

By Retema

Peter Signer.

Fiancé.

Olivier G.

Beaver.

BEAVER SHEPPARD 
and Victory Chimes
Friday, April 17th 
at GREEN ROOM 

“You play rugby for fun? ” this girl screamed at the bus stop near the dvd store, in nowhereland TMR, near my parent’s house. 
I love spring and the sudden increase in activity all over the place, the overdose of visual stimulation is addictive, like diet coke on a hungover sunday.
This weekend is full of small coincidences, my horoscope mentioned something about sirens.
I’ve never had that many conversations about horoscope compatibilities than in the past month, for what its worth, sirens or not, there is a rise in sexual tension all over the place. 
And I’ve never had that much good music on my Ipod.
I guess it was bound to happen, I was bound to get it stolen.
I’ve lost my lover, for what its worth.
I hope the person who has it, listens to it, inside and out.
I’d love to say ” for what its worth” more often in conversations, even if I’m not sure I use it appropriately.
This was supposed to be a post on how amazing the music by Mr. Beaver Sheppard is and the proof it is, is that as I’m listening to his music on myspace, I’m getting more and more lost in my mind. Its called loosing track of time. Somethings that tends to come with spring. 
Friday night, 
maybe someone will want to come with me, hold my hand 
and listen to some Beaver Sheppard at green room ? 
I’ll make a point to wear my new acid wash jeans that I found for 5 $. 
and I hope he’ll wear a hat ( my date, not Mr Sheppard ) 
This is me converting to vinyls, shows and flats for the summer, 
leave the ipods aside, I hope Beaver Sheppard has his music on vinyl, so its the first one I own, and SO THE VERRY FRIST SONG I’LL LISTEN TO WILL BE FAT IN THE HEAD. 
cheers. 

Stephanie.

Morning rituals, Vulgarity and The Rock Star of Philosophy.

WE “FEEL FREE” BECAUS WE LACK THE WORDS TO EXPRESS OUR UNFREEDOM. 
– SLAVOJ ZIZEK 

Waiting To Die – Mickey Avalon

My Dick – Mickey Avalon

Le NEIL.

NEIL KRUG. 

See for yourself.
Pulp, invisible pyramids, Joni Hardbeck.
This is what I wish my summer could look like, 
Desert, sand, shivers,
To be thirsty.
To be in awe.
To be  in gold. in the middle of the sunlight. in the middle of somewhere.
 

 

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Picture by Jimmy Francoeur.

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