January 10, 2005

and i could drink up everything you have

FOR THE ULTIMATE LIE

shadow777 has it all covered. thanks, shadow!
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also,
TP’ing tips you may not of thought of
kudos, SkImiNal!

Posted by nathalie at 04:43 PM

May 27, 2004

news are bad

This morning as I was sleepily making my way to work, a whistling man started shouting at me, “Don’t go to work, mademoiselle! Sit in the grass and read poetry!” I wasn’t sure I heard right, as it made so much sense. I let myself be engulfed in the metro station, place Gérald-Godin, and grabbed a newspaper. Then I understood. The man I saw was installing stalls for the Poetry Market, starting today. He was happy about it, and just felt like shouting. Well.

I haven’t heard anything else today that made so much sense. It has been hard to concentrate on work lately. I feel a bit under the water, new training abounds, and most time is spent on faking utter concentration, my “do not disturb” air. I need time off, soothing distractions. It’s Code Green. But in a few minutes it will be lunchtime, a breath of fresh air, a walk through La Baie, giving the evil eyes to the perfume ladies, walking straight to the bookshop section, an urgent need to peruse kitten calendars, browse Spirou comics. I warn you, I’m sorry, these are the times of Poetry Contagion.

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