GO TO SLEEP.

tired. the bookshop finally opened this saturday. plenty of books still on their way to come around, billions of people coming around, so loads of frustration indeed... more soon. i'm going to bed. 8)

spend some nice times in museums in Dijon today with Drine. nice shit from people i'd never hear of. more soon, too.

oh yeah : Johnny Ryan and Dave Cooper are speaking to you.

what else ? oh yeah :

and also a few US comics, that i didn't have the time to watch for, are in the mountains of stuff that i'll soon grab while moving in my soooo-long-awaited appartment...

(thanks to bulledair for the pictures links...)

THE MINUTE OF 200% FREE SELF-ESTEEM

JUNE'S TINY PLANETO?D - (Home page)
13 November 2003 18:55 / Measuring since … 9 September 2002
Total number of page views up till now 10000
Busiest day so far 3 March 2003
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yyyay ! so, it took nothing but more than a year to finally got 10 000 views on this soooooo interesting sharing space...
thanks to those who told me so, and be sure that as far as my cpu will be connected (as far as i'll get my new home, no need to say...), more shit will be uploaded around here. i don't know if i gotta say thanks to you visitors ? after all, all the blogs that i visit on a weekly basis are some big-hitters headquarters. damn, poor me. 8)

hhhhoooooooou, i finally got some Why? (from the Anticon wall of fame) shirt... it's red, but it's phat, yo. 8)
but it's red, indeed.
but it's phat.
yo.

IT WAS A LONG TIME SINCE YOU GOT YOUR ELLIS DOSE ?

don't worry as uncle jUne si comin at ya. 8)
always from the badsignal mailing-list...

Everything shouts.

The television shouts through a thousand channels. Flickering through a thousand frequencies, making my own cut-up from the sound and vision until you leak through. A second of a voice that could be yours, a glimpse of eyes that could be yours, a moment of a song we heard together. The ache crawls into my hollow bones and the ruthless walls close in. I stand up naked in the pale blue moonlight of the TV screen and ascend. Tonight I'm a mutilated angel, using the cold concrete stairs to reach the sky, hunched over from the wounds where my wings used to be.

Radios howl. Keyboards clatter out of phones, calls and texts and emails. It's a loud world now. But not loud enough that you can hear me tonight.

In ancient Biblical lore, The Lords Of Shouting would gather at every sunrise, ten million five hundred thousand angels, and sing to God's glory as light flooded Heaven.

And I sit here on high, alone, as the world sings you into existence every morning. Up on the roof, shouting your name. Here on my own, the future behind me, wanting to shout out of ten million five hundred thousand mobile phones in this endless 2am. A Lord Of Shouting alone in the middle of the night, howling across an ocean and a continent to where the sun is going down.
Wanting to shout the sun back up into the sky, kicking stars out of the way and making you see. Wanting to shout that I'm sorry, that I want you back, that I never should have gone. Wanting you to hear me shout your name.

I am a Lord Of Shouting tonight. But you can't hear a thing.


...you wanna some more, mhh ? another Elllis shot, just for fun.


You want to talk politics? Do we have to? I want to steal more of my asshole ex-boyfriend's stuff.

Listen, if voting could change anything, it'd be illegal. Doesn't matter who you vote for, the Government will get in again, you know what I mean?

Am i an anarchist? What's the point? Anarchists are people who don't get it. They form organisations. Anarchist organisations. I mean, why even let those people into the room? Libertarian? Get away from me.
Libertarians are fat white guys who don't want to pay taxes but who expect highways for their fatass SUVs to like magically appear nonetheless.

You know why we're really scaring people, man?

I haven't eaten in a year.

I haven't even taken a shit in six months.

And I've been generating enough electricity to run this place since August.

The rules don't apply to me any more.