j'aime bien

-Candide ou l'optimisme de Voltaire.
-Ainsi parlait Zarathoustra de Nietzsche:
« On ne m'a pas demandé — mais on aurait dû me demander —, ce que signifie dans ma bouche, dans la bouche du premier immoraliste, le nom de Zarathoustra, car c'est juste le contraire qui fait le caractère énormément unique de ce Perse dans l'histoire. Zarathoustra, le premier, a vu dans la lutte du bien et du mal la vraie roue motrice du cours des choses. La transposition en métaphysique de la morale conçue comme force, cause, fin en soi, telle est son œuvre. Mais cette question pourrait au fond être considérée déjà comme une réponse. Zarathoustra créa cette fatale erreur qu'est la morale ; par conséquent il doit aussi être le premier à reconnaître son erreur. » (L'auteur à propos de Zarathoustra)
Le prénom de Zarathoustra est en fait le même que Zoroastre (en grec), le prophète à l'origine de l'ancienne doctrine Perse le Zoroastrisme.
-Demian de Herman Hesse
il ya aussi le Marquis de Sade, et Sartre en autres. Également Aleister Crowley, mais moi je m'intérresse au personnage et non à ses écrits, imbibés de drogues de toutes sorte et de délirium pur...

candycandycandycandycandy;mmmmmm

richelieu shoes







i wanted to make a post about my catwalk pesonal picks for fall fahsion...But I realized they wouldnot fit together becuase my taste is too eclectic. I loved Jil Sander, Gucci, Sophia Kokosalakis, Ann Demeulemeester, Dries Van Noten, Christopher Kane, Marni..blablab;a b-b-b-b-b-balenciaga

sexual healing

I have nothing interesting to share with the world tonight. Maybe except this:

(Advice from an old soul.)

note: this is the kind of writing that was never intented to be read by "the public", so consequently it can be unpleasant to read ( and you might not completely understant the purpose of both opinions.)

(...)
not everything is about sex yknow?
wassup wassup ewaasupwassupwassup

Oh i did not mean that! Maybe im wrong, (this is my perspective anyway) but the way ive always pictured human relationships is that Friendship is either Pure or Fake, and Love is either Fake....or....indescriptible. I know that human nature can reveal itself to be rather dark somtimes, and ive been raised always knowing that. And ive ALWAYS been desillusioned (or désillusion?) about "love". Love is 95% of the time a a blurry territory were people get lost and is often used to control someone. It is also communly used as a trick, to GET SEX. But sexuality, on the other hand, is HONEST. And dont ask me why, dude, but I dont see myself as someone Loveable, and I cant picture somebody wanting something from me without having sex on his mind. (Im not talking about friendship of course). Thats why Ive always favored Friends and honest sex (assumé)(and can ALSO be magnificent, beautiful, brilliant sex) TO somthing as Rusé and Impredicable and Dangerous and Fake as love.

You are crazy! You cant say you wont be loved! Your just letting yourself believe you cant just think that all guys that want to be You just means they have sex on their mind
not all guys are the same some can suprisingly be so caring and of course sex will play a part
n any relationship but its not the main thing that holds two people together
not at allits when two people have mutual feelings for each
Other
it doesnt necessarily mean it will always end bad quick
you just have to believe in a person and it can happen

Youll find love one day.

La Fin

Ce thème est souvent exploré dans les films de Catherine Breillat. Son talent et sa vision m'ont toujours épatée. Son nouveau film, "Une vieille maitresse", bien qu'un film d'époque, n'aura probablement rien en commun avec la pluparts des films d'époque.
J'ai horreur des films d'époque.



Pourquoi pas? Je devrais me mettre dans le bain et lire Candide de Voltaire, ou Justine du Marquis de Sade...

Pour en revenir à Breillat, je devrais revoir mes deux favoris:

Et pour ce qui est du reste, c'est trop superficiel et peu intéressant... Ce qui m'obsède présentement c'est de pouvoir développer, éclore, vivre hors de mes peurs. Non de parler a un public fantôme des jeans que je vais me procurer.

do the bankhead bounce

(my leg; janeuh)

I was barely in Montreal for the past couple of days.
I spent sun drenched after noons at moody beach, Maine, with my two alter egos Ars and C.F.; and beer drenched icecold nights in Gabies gazebo located in gorgeous and mintyfresh Mount Orford, Qc.
bla bla bla
In between, I had a great time visiting Cote Saint-Luc mall and all its surprises... and took some pictures of Pedro Winters aka Busy P on stage at the Daft Punk afterparty; but sadly and quite suprisingly, it was not a good nite for me.

http://midwestyelling.com/mp3s/girl_talk/02%20LC%20And%20Lo.mp3
LC and Lo
Someone really special to me played that song when I came over the other nite and it gave a whole new meaning to Girl Talk.
(ps: if ANYONE knows how to post mp3s, lemme know)

Reality is unattainable

I am leaving for 3 days to go live by the sea.