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When I was a little girl
I had a little quim
I sat upon my bed one day
And stuck a finger in

Now I am a woman
Full of grace and charm
I can put five fingers in
And half my fucking arm

Anon

By my favorite french intellectual. Pierre Dac.

All is in All and reciporcally

What is the past? Other than a late future?


Nothing predisposes more to a pensive aspect than the lack of thoughts

To find a needle in a hay stack.... Easy.
Burn the stack, and the needle will appear

Laughter disarms. Don't forget it.

What is neither done nor to be done must be done

It's tiring watching others rest.

Freedom can only be the starting point of everything that must happen

The synthesis of the world can be resumed in these two words: yes and no

If it's good to say nothing before speaking, it's even better to reflect before
thinking

Lessons are generally useful only to those who give them

It is sometimes better not to know what one is saying than to say what one doesn't
know

The future is past in preparation

Of what use would intelligence be if imbecility didn't exist?

Although everyone estimates having a right to happiness, the majority of people
enter misfortune unconsciously like one enters religion.

It is what divides the men that multiplies their disagreements.

it isn't because in winter we say "close the door. it's cold outside" that it's
less cold outside once the door is closed

those who think of everything forget nothing. And those who think of nothing do as
much because they have nothing to forget

It is easier to get toothpaste out of the tube than to get it in.

Without the invention of the weel, The runners in the Tour De France would have to
carry their bikes on their backs

My latest hiphop lyrics (and the first ever completed song in english)
[green]Ta chris for your inspiration.

Globalise


I slave every day to stay globalised
And bring what it may I still open my eyes
To the world and it's ways then I reap my prize
From the earth's eternal maze of morals and despise

I'm travelling the world in search of salvation
Keeping true to my mode, to my final destination
I'm getting my words and all of my creations
from my greatest hope of a global emancipation

I'm writing down lyrics as a special dedication
to the people I mix with from so many different nations
I live and I learn trix coz some mental masturbation
is much better than vicks for a mind clearing sensation

Chorus: (sung soul/funk style)
I'm gonna walk the earth
(with) Music in my ears

I hike and I fly and I couchsurf the planet
I believe in getting high, in developping my palate
In being able to cry in front of someone who'll accept it
I believe in asking why and in getting answers to it

Whoever I meet, I'll listen to their story
We'll grab something to eat, and head down to a party
The world's to small to cheat by staying in your country
So get on your feet, don't be so fucking lazy!

Wherever I go, i mix with all the natives
I rarely say no to anything attractive
Appart from a dutch ho coz I'm not quite that adventive
I'll be happy with satchmo, coz his mouth is more productive

Chorus

I'll try anything once because life is too short
To spend waiting for a bunce. You might as well resort
To dying in advance or anything of the sort
Let me take you for a dance, I am your last resort

I like listening to the night, every country has it's own
It always gets the music right, the kind that get's you in the bones
While some people take fright, me I like to call it home
Coz it's always a delight to hear it's pure tone

I want to see the mountains and the sea and deserts too
And I'll be my ship's own captains when I'm surfing the big blue
Might head off to bahrain, start a political coup
Failing that get a bargain on a nice room with a view

Chorus

I'm gonna live a thousand lives and see a million moons
Know I gotta take the dive, live life to my tune
My lyrics will always survive even the worst monsoon
They cut through thin air like knives coz they got the Vavavoom

I try to live my life to the full and learn from each encounter
And from up here on my stool and I laugh at lies and slander
Using my most awesome tool: the pen between my fingers
Don't give a fuck bout looking cool coz my words will live for ever

So please let me leave you now with these last few lines
Just forget about the how all that matters is the why
Long ago I took a vow to reach up to the sky
And I'll be fucked if I allow anything to kill my vibe

Chorus

(working on a backing track involving base and guitar on a very clean cut gravely funk
beat.)

http://www.candlerecords.com.au/resources/sound/falling%20aeroplanes.html






The best Egg on toast in the World


Yesterday, I made a dish which I decided had to be in the top ten nicest dishes in the
world. The recipe goes as follows.

Ingredients:

1 Goose egg, Preferably farmyard
1 lump of farm cheddar, matured for 14 months. But not that supposedly farmyard cheddar
from supermarkets. It MUST be bought directly from a farmer
1 large slice of grannary bread
1 tbspoon of olive oil
a lump of butter
a sprig of oregano



Directions:

Toast the bread until golden and crispy
Crumble cheddar onto toast so as to roughly cover it's surface
Sprinkle with freshly chopped oregano
Heat up the oil and butter together ina pan.
Once foaming, add the egg and fry.
Tip the egg out of the frying pan onto the toast

And voila... The best Egg On Toast in the World.

Eating Directions:
To fully experience the joy of goose eggs, follow these instructions.
Cut away all the egg on toast around the yolk, and eat, leaving only the yold resting on a
little circle of cheese and toast. Eat all the bits you just cut away. Now, pick up the
yolk canape thing, which should be quite big as goose egg yolks are about 3 times or more
the size of a chicken egg yolk, and put the whole thing into your mouth. Let it burst, and
enjoy the liquid yolk gushing out to fill your mouth, and the softened cheddar infusing it
with it's creaminess.

If you can think of anything that beats this, I don't believe you.




I'm going over to toronto and calgary and montreal in september! WOOHOO!

Work in progress

I'm biting on the venacular
like Bram Stoker's dracula
In a twist like oliver
freaked out by a grim brother

I'm waiting for godot
running barefoot like frodo
something something something
down to dante's inferno

The words are born from me
like the linguist chomski
or the poet roumi
we all breed them to fly free

to the conference of the birds
where they'll be more than just words
flying free with the hurds
of the thoughts of general kurts
etc.