love and beeing loved. menatlly we win if we are loved so it's like a battle here is where the question of taste starts, it's a projection and it's stimulated by images (imitation: family and external ways) and this stupid society values: material and spiritual
i love it: click here to see who you are!
i looked in the mirror. well this is egocentic. but people live toghether: i need people and i play the game. and i freeze and make it good or sometimes just let it go. it's nice the question of taste. children and they smile they point and smile, we are normaly happy maybe.
i started to do photography 2 years ago. no more but before it was only random pictures that i lost. it's our life. and after i meet mika and he showed me that images are all around the cities and it's fashion. and there are teams that work on. and i liked it.
in the same time architecture is serious. this is for a life not for a movie. life it's like in books: le code des architectes. and there are mesures and things that are general for all of our houses
taste. we live togheter human body has the same function for all of us. only difference some are more happy then others
who knows why. it's all in our heads.
and when i satewred to do @fashion@, as i thought i was doing my friends, looked like in some undergtound magazines. and some others looked like in a goth or other ways.
i think taste does not exist. some energies. feelings. it's a concept. after ther eis a form to express and we like images. so we atit to images. if we did not had any senses since our birth.
image. none, just a physical presence. no feelings.
i'm hungry i'll kill. so what's wrong with lkilling. killiung who and why. arabs with bombes, killing for who and why. maybe it's a question of taste. because they lived some stuff. can the other understand it? all on the same planet. values or did they kill because they were hungry?
spirits and feelings. not even feeling . values by our societies or groups. it's another level but... ok we love our families and we love our grounds. what's my spirit. why do we have a spirit. what's the game? are our feelings imposed. i looked at my friend today. she saw a small cat. she almoste cried.
SOOOOO CUTE! it's a cat and the cat is samll . babies are cute aswell. maybe we like whatever brings us to the roots t the time when we were animals. maybe it's pure. why do we play games? beeing cool
animkals kill by taste? it moves i'll eat it. and they jump. do they leave it it's sspicy? and if they liked it they wil do it again
ok so thise people posed for me as in magazines. and i did some nice pictures but who really cares? it's all the same walking round in circles. amd now in fgashion we can see naked human bodies. chique porn. i could do money with it. selling female sex on the eweb and for intelectos puting nice highcalss clothes.
now dior will be porn. and it's avangardian. as never saw before. but porn was there before and dior also. wuold dior become a porn line if teir revenues would be 10 000 000 000 bigger? values! maybe not if porn wuold not be seen as normal and complex. so who wuold educate all thise people that sex is ourreal personnality.
well some things are obvious but small thinks change alot of universes. aND SOMETIMES IT'S ONLY QUESTION OF SEMANTICS.
mixing new images. shoking. for waht. shoking maybe normal tastes. ok
maybe the taste if as a value. but why babies like their toys. and if you take their toy away the cry.
they don'.t eat it. it's plastic food for our compleity. daily plastic doses!! that's why i wrote it. life it's a puzzle and we understand stuff. we belive in stuff and slowly we die knowing. can we be wrong. are arabs wrong? imagination?
hmmm where are we now?
is this it: designers shock, people are shocked and their taste change for a new trend? i guess this is it.
it"s so bizare because it you shock a cat it will leave. and why do people fuck with accesories. imaginations!
a world of imagination mysteris and imagination need up and downs?
i'll make it loger
mirrors. look in it but don't look at nothing. and image yourself what's a passion. why a mirror? a frind of mine knew that she will become a dancer. and just this night she danced for 400 unknown people. and she also feld in love with a cherming young man that might be an image of what she needs.
what's that? since she was 3 she knew it. all this is so bizare. maybe because thi is were she will find pure love. than what's up with the dating sites.. is this faith?
it's like a communication between people. mix with an esclavage and a modern level do we really have pasions. talking made us a society. business is talking and we talk around a table. each day we make business and we try to make fun best meetings in bars :) so many symbols. i love it. brains to understand.
one thing is sure. whan i atek pictures i could spend days. the camera is too heavy or i just don't feel like doing it.
vision. and sometimes it's like a different texture that comes in front of my eyes. and you fell all around in a different way. everything all the material and concepts why would i change the world. for who. i guess this keeps me as a slave. or mAYBE WILL BE MY ESCAPE
why do i want to save the planet? ok i guess all that is inside us can not be described in words. it'a natural and this is fals
but's its deep. i'm egocentric maybe maybe it's the fame. luxury. i did this. and we all like it. but all we need is living. staying alive! now time for kids. family and slave again. as myparents. love
love love love. it's all about love then. and cats love aswell. nice. i love you! but i don't know you
ah now we are sexual. and this is bad. because we do sex for other reasons is ther any couple taht made love only once for procreation? why did we need a religion? and this is were some parts of games begin. ok. done
@nothing left for me to do but dance@ we dance we act. we get sometimes crazy. everything should be natural: hard. entertainement.
la joie de vivre. imagination. ok people get happy looking at stars beeing rich and famous. and for a second they imagine everything, they try to feel it. shows about beeing a star. the image. the same hair and treatement for 1 day. we are happy to be someone else.
i guess mysteries drives our life. we are curious. even if it hurts. scarie movies... but what will happen?? where does curiosity comes from? maye because we lost by a stupid accident our animal beeing and now we are all lost
i wrote this for me alot. i"ll read it again and try to compress it.
my name is nicolae. i realized that people that love me will call me nico people that repect me call me nicolay and people that hate me call me nicolas.
it's only sounds but its linked to a taste in some ways. a sound image taht touches our preception and guy who think i'm crazy yells my name
and birds sing and make us cry sometimes. never happened to me. but i heard it it,s like an universal language. or not even it's like universal states of beeing. sad for someting happe living. maybe deth makes us sad. no that is not possible.
we are sad because we imagine it. animals are sad because they can not proprely work.
animals feel we imagine. they hurt physicaly we hurt mentaly + because of conjojnctures
on much music they said: breake the rules.. but it will be for new ones and we evolate.
peut-etre c'est notre defi. in the same way of mysteries.
i really belive thaqt we are too many humans. what can we do now? morally we can not kill becuse we don't use our physical to fight but to impress. and judgement is bad: dicrimination: kill him he's stupid.
we live with stereotypes but we can not judge. this is weak. because if now the natural selection is only based on our mind less inteligent people should die.
as in the nature. this is our vice. we prefer to all die insted. because mathematically this planet will die because of the limit of materials. or maybe this alien invation from venus or the fact that we have no other choice will end us in space.
all of us: smarts and dumbs, olds and preties.
what should we consider and at what scale? our simple life or ... they say prevention is better than when it's there. what are the facts? let's use our brains and project.
i don't really care if pink is the next trend with metal beds in a dolly environement with a suicide attitude
if we prevent we could explore on solid bases. tera incognita.
man... there's no way i can compete with that... oh and thanks for the party on friday night romaniacpizza... did anyone leave with the hot biology doctorante finally? and sorry for not going to the manor on saturday but i had a crazy party going on in hochelag... we may do a weekly thing there after all cause it was fun in the end... i'll let you know exactly what happens with this once we know for sure, but we may do something every wednesday night there... it's your typical caca-cool hochelag tavern where people go to enjoy their laurentide grosse salope and try to hook up with the crazy drunk cuckoo tramp or score some rock machine coke off the guy in sweatpants at the end of the bar... fun fun times and they like good rock and good beats... annoying thing though, they also like house and drum and bass which is unacceptable cause it is. everytime i went to the bathroom there i could hear someone sniffing in the stall which is a really good sign that a) the place will be bombed first if the biker's war starts again or b) the cops will bust the place eventually, probably on a wednesday night and i'll spend the night in jail in a sandwich between gorilla ben and crazy steve who will both be fighting to know who gets the sloppy seconds. these people love their sloppy seconds! "slides right in 'n i like the noise" said ron the butcher the last time i saw him shooting up at park morgan. the barmaids are way cool to, real ladies who don't believe in putting a piece of lime in your gin & tonics... "fruits and vegetables make you weaker, that's what my father told me over a poutine and a cole slaw many years ago" said mushy nancy. so anyway, i'll let you know exactly what happens with all this but you should all come every week and get trashed and listen to good jams cause who cares what you gotta do the next day, right amresh? oh, he knows... and i know too apparently. i realized something last week: you can bullshit your way through life and it'll be much easier than working your ass off for the same results... you will also be able to drink much more than if you cared about working for real in the morning. for example, i had an important presentation thursday morning and decided i'd rather go out the night before than prepare for it. i woke up late, got there late and spoke with a headache and was kinda dizzy and people even asked me questions that i answered pretty well... no one ever noticed that i had no clue what so ever about what i was talking about... same for the paper i had submitted a week before, which i had also sprinkled with bullshit, i got a better grade than the first paper i had submitted for which i had worked hard and which prompted my professor to tell me that i was at stage zero-minus-one... i haven't spoken to him since, the jerk! well in any case, it's pointless to compete with romaniac on this longest comment business (again with this stupid word!) cause i can't.... actually, what he wrote made no sense, whereas everything i've just written makes perfect sense so i kinda win in a way.... the only way i could make this longer is if i copied/pasted it.... maybe i'll just do that... here: man... there's no way i can compete with that... oh and thanks for the party on friday night romaniacpizza... did anyone leave with the hot biology doctorante finally? and sorry for not going to the manor on saturday but i had a crazy party going on in hochelag... we may do a weekly thing there after all cause it was fun in the end... i'll let you know exactly what happens with this once we know for sure, but we may do something every wednesday night there... it's your typical caca-cool hochelag tavern where people go to enjoy their laurentide grosse salope and try to hook up with the crazy drunk cuckoo tramp or score some rock machine coke off the guy in sweatpants at the end of the bar... fun fun times and they like good rock and good beats... annoying thing though, they also like house and drum and bass which is unacceptable cause it is. everytime i went to the bathroom there i could hear someone sniffing in the stall which is a really good sign that a) the place will be bombed first if the biker's war starts again or b) the cops will bust the place eventually, probably on a wednesday night and i'll spend the night in jail in a sandwich between gorilla ben and crazy steve who will both be fighting to know who gets the sloppy seconds. these people love their sloppy seconds! "slides right in 'n i like the noise" said ron the butcher the last time i saw him shooting up at park morgan. the barmaids are way cool to, real ladies who don't believe in putting a piece of lime in your gin & tonics... "fruits and vegetables make you weaker, that's what my father told me over a poutine and a cole slaw many years ago" said mushy nancy. so anyway, i'll let you know exactly what happens with all this but you should all come every week and get trashed and listen to good jams cause who cares what you gotta do the next day, right amresh? oh, he knows... and i know too apparently. i realized something last week: you can bullshit your way through life and it'll be much easier than working your ass off for the same results... you will also be able to drink much more than if you cared about working for real in the morning. for example, i had an important presentation thursday morning and decided i'd rather go out the night before than prepare for it. i woke up late, got there late and spoke with a headache and was kinda dizzy and people even asked me questions that i answered pretty well... no one ever noticed that i had no clue what so ever about what i was talking about... same for the paper i had submitted a week before, which i had also sprinkled with bullshit, i got a better grade than the first paper i had submitted for which i had worked hard and which prompted my professor to tell me that i was at stage zero-minus-one... i haven't spoken to him since, the jerk! well in any case, it's pointless to compete with romaniac on this longest comment business (again with this stupid word!) cause i can't.... actually, what he wrote made no sense, whereas everything i've just written makes perfect sense so i kinda win in a way.... the only way i could make this longer is if i copied/pasted it.... maybe i'll just do that... here: man... there's no way i can compete with that... oh and thanks for the party on friday night romaniacpizza... did anyone leave with the hot biology doctorante finally? and sorry for not going to the manor on saturday but i had a crazy party going on in hochelag... we may do a weekly thing there after all cause it was fun in the end... i'll let you know exactly what happens with this once we know for sure, but we may do something every wednesday night there... it's your typical caca-cool hochelag tavern where people go to enjoy their laurentide grosse salope and try to hook up with the crazy drunk cuckoo tramp or score some rock machine coke off the guy in sweatpants at the end of the bar... fun fun times and they like good rock and good beats... annoying thing though, they also like house and drum and bass which is unacceptable cause it is. everytime i went to the bathroom there i could hear someone sniffing in the stall which is a really good sign that a) the place will be bombed first if the biker's war starts again or b) the cops will bust the place eventually, probably on a wednesday night and i'll spend the night in jail in a sandwich between gorilla ben and crazy steve who will both be fighting to know who gets the sloppy seconds. these people love their sloppy seconds! "slides right in 'n i like the noise" said ron the butcher the last time i saw him shooting up at park morgan. the barmaids are way cool to, real ladies who don't believe in putting a piece of lime in your gin & tonics... "fruits and vegetables make you weaker, that's what my father told me over a poutine and a cole slaw many years ago" said mushy nancy. so anyway, i'll let you know exactly what happens with all this but you should all come every week and get trashed and listen to good jams cause who cares what you gotta do the next day, right amresh? oh, he knows... and i know too apparently. i realized something last week: you can bullshit your way through life and it'll be much easier than working your ass off for the same results... you will also be able to drink much more than if you cared about working for real in the morning. for example, i had an important presentation thursday morning and decided i'd rather go out the night before than prepare for it. i woke up late, got there late and spoke with a headache and was kinda dizzy and people even asked me questions that i answered pretty well... no one ever noticed that i had no clue what so ever about what i was talking about... same for the paper i had submitted a week before, which i had also sprinkled with bullshit, i got a better grade than the first paper i had submitted for which i had worked hard and which prompted my professor to tell me that i was at stage zero-minus-one... i haven't spoken to him since, the jerk! well in any case, it's pointless to compete with romaniac on this longest comment business (again with this stupid word!) cause i can't.... actually, what he wrote made no sense, whereas everything i've just written makes perfect sense so i kinda win in a way.... the only way i could make this longer is if i copied/pasted it.... maybe i'll just do that... here: man... there's no way i can compete with that... oh and thanks for the party on friday night romaniacpizza... did anyone leave with the hot biology doctorante finally? and sorry for not going to the manor on saturday but i had a crazy party going on in hochelag... we may do a weekly thing there after all cause it was fun in the end... i'll let you know exactly what happens with this once we know for sure, but we may do something every wednesday night there... it's your typical caca-cool hochelag tavern where people go to enjoy their laurentide grosse salope and try to hook up with the crazy drunk cuckoo tramp or score some rock machine coke off the guy in sweatpants at the end of the bar... fun fun times and they like good rock and good beats... annoying thing though, they also like house and drum and bass which is unacceptable cause it is. everytime i went to the bathroom there i could hear someone sniffing in the stall which is a really good sign that a) the place will be bombed first if the biker's war starts again or b) the cops will bust the place eventually, probably on a wednesday night and i'll spend the night in jail in a sandwich between gorilla ben and crazy steve who will both be fighting to know who gets the sloppy seconds. these people love their sloppy seconds! "slides right in 'n i like the noise" said ron the butcher the last time i saw him shooting up at park morgan. the barmaids are way cool to, real ladies who don't believe in putting a piece of lime in your gin & tonics... "fruits and vegetables make you weaker, that's what my father told me over a poutine and a cole slaw many years ago" said mushy nancy. so anyway, i'll let you know exactly what happens with all this but you should all come every week and get trashed and listen to good jams cause who cares what you gotta do the next day, right amresh? oh, he knows... and i know too apparently. i realized something last week: you can bullshit your way through life and it'll be much easier than working your ass off for the same results... you will also be able to drink much more than if you cared about working for real in the morning. for example, i had an important presentation thursday morning and decided i'd rather go out the night before than prepare for it. i woke up late, got there late and spoke with a headache and was kinda dizzy and people even asked me questions that i answered pretty well... no one ever noticed that i had no clue what so ever about what i was talking about... same for the paper i had submitted a week before, which i had also sprinkled with bullshit, i got a better grade than the first paper i had submitted for which i had worked hard and which prompted my professor to tell me that i was at stage zero-minus-one... i haven't spoken to him since, the jerk! well in any case, it's pointless to compete with romaniac on this longest comment business (again with this stupid word!) cause i can't.... actually, what he wrote made no sense, whereas everything i've just written makes perfect sense so i kinda win in a way.... the only way i could make this longer is if i copied/pasted it.... maybe i'll just do that... here: actually i'm done cause it'll never end...
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nice composition. kind of abstract but real, nice spoons too. how long will it be open to the public?
http://www.anothersidewalk.tv/52.jpg
love and beeing loved. menatlly we win if we are loved so it's like a battle
here is where the question of taste starts, it's a projection and it's stimulated by images
(imitation: family and external ways) and this stupid society values: material and spiritual
i love it: click here to see who you are!
i looked in the mirror. well this is egocentic. but people live toghether: i need people and i play the game. and i freeze and make it good or sometimes just let it go.
it's nice the question of taste. children and they smile they point and smile, we are normaly happy maybe.
i started to do photography 2 years ago. no more but before it was only random pictures that i lost. it's our life. and after i meet mika and he showed me that images are all around the cities
and it's fashion. and there are teams that work on. and i liked it.
in the same time architecture is serious. this is for a life
not for a movie. life it's like in books: le code des architectes. and there are mesures and things that are general for all of our houses
taste. we live togheter human body has the same function for all of us. only difference
some are more happy then others
who knows why. it's all in our heads.
and when i satewred to do @fashion@, as i thought i was doing my friends, looked like in
some undergtound magazines. and some others looked like in a goth or other ways.
i think taste does not exist. some energies. feelings. it's a concept. after ther eis a form to express
and we like images. so we atit to images. if we did not had any senses since our birth.
image. none, just a physical presence. no feelings.
i'm hungry i'll kill. so what's wrong with lkilling. killiung who and why.
arabs with bombes, killing for who and why. maybe it's a question of taste. because they
lived some stuff. can the other understand it? all on the same planet. values or did they kill because they were hungry?
spirits and feelings. not even feeling . values by our societies or groups. it's another level
but... ok we love our families and we love our grounds.
what's my spirit. why do we have a spirit.
what's the game?
are our feelings imposed. i looked at my friend today. she saw a small cat. she almoste cried.
SOOOOO CUTE! it's a cat and the cat is samll . babies are cute aswell. maybe we like whatever brings us to the roots
t the time when we were animals. maybe it's pure.
why do we play games? beeing cool
animkals kill by taste? it moves i'll eat it. and they jump. do they leave it it's
sspicy? and if they liked it they wil do it again
ok so thise people posed for me as in magazines. and i did some nice pictures but who really cares?
it's all the same walking round in circles. amd now in fgashion we can see naked human bodies.
chique porn. i could do money with it. selling female sex on the eweb and for intelectos puting nice highcalss clothes.
now dior will be porn. and it's avangardian.
as never saw before.
but porn was there before
and dior also. wuold dior become a porn line if teir revenues would be 10 000 000 000 bigger? values! maybe not
if porn wuold not be seen as normal and complex. so who wuold educate all thise people that sex is ourreal personnality.
well some things are obvious but small thinks change alot of universes.
aND SOMETIMES IT'S ONLY QUESTION OF SEMANTICS.
mixing new images. shoking. for waht. shoking maybe normal tastes.
ok
maybe the taste if as a value. but why babies like their toys. and if you take their toy away the cry.
they don'.t eat it. it's plastic food for our compleity. daily plastic doses!!
that's why i wrote it. life it's a puzzle and we understand stuff. we belive in stuff and slowly we die knowing.
can we be wrong. are arabs wrong?
imagination?
hmmm where are we now?
is this it: designers shock, people are shocked and their taste change for a new trend?
i guess this is it.
it"s so bizare because it you shock a cat it will leave. and why do people fuck with accesories.
imaginations!
a world of imagination mysteris and imagination need up and downs?
i'll make it loger
mirrors. look in it but don't look at nothing. and image yourself
what's a passion. why a mirror?
a frind of mine knew that she will become a dancer.
and just this night she danced for 400 unknown people. and she also feld in love
with a cherming young man that might be an image of what she needs.
what's that? since she was 3 she knew it. all this is so bizare.
maybe because thi is were she will find pure love. than what's up with the dating sites..
is this faith?
it's like a communication between people. mix with an esclavage and a modern level
do we really have pasions. talking made us a society. business is talking
and we talk around a table. each day we make business and we try to make fun
best meetings in bars :) so many symbols. i love it. brains to understand.
one thing is sure. whan i atek pictures i could spend days. the camera is too heavy
or i just
don't feel like doing it.
vision. and sometimes it's like a different texture that comes in front of my eyes. and you fell
all around in a different way. everything
all the material and concepts
why would i change the world. for who. i guess this keeps me as a slave.
or mAYBE WILL BE MY ESCAPE
why do i want to save the planet?
ok i guess all that is inside us can not be described in words. it'a natural and
this is fals
but's its deep. i'm egocentric maybe
maybe it's the fame. luxury. i did this. and we all like it. but all we need is living. staying alive!
now time for kids. family and slave again. as myparents. love
love love love. it's all about love then. and cats love aswell. nice. i love you!
but i don't know you
ah now we are sexual. and this is bad. because we do sex for other reasons
is ther any couple taht made love only once for procreation?
why did we need a religion? and this is were some parts of games begin. ok. done
@nothing left for me to do but dance@ we dance we act. we get sometimes crazy.
everything should be natural: hard. entertainement.
la joie de vivre. imagination. ok people get happy looking at stars beeing rich and famous.
and for a second they imagine everything, they try to feel it.
shows about beeing a star. the image. the same hair and treatement for 1 day.
we are happy to be someone else.
i guess mysteries drives our life.
we are curious. even if it hurts. scarie movies... but what will happen??
where does curiosity comes from?
maye because we lost by a stupid accident our animal beeing and now we are all lost
i wrote this for me alot. i"ll read it again and try to compress it.
my name is nicolae. i realized that people that love me will call me nico
people that repect me call me nicolay and people that hate me call me nicolas.
it's only sounds but its linked to a taste in some ways. a sound image taht touches our preception
and guy who think i'm crazy yells my name
and birds sing and make us cry sometimes. never happened to me. but i heard it
it,s like an universal language. or not even it's like universal states of beeing.
sad for someting happe living. maybe deth makes us sad. no that is not possible.
we are sad because we imagine it. animals are sad because they can not proprely work.
animals feel we imagine. they hurt physicaly we hurt mentaly + because of conjojnctures
on much music they said: breake the rules.. but it will be for new ones and we evolate.
peut-etre c'est notre defi. in the same way of mysteries.
i really belive thaqt we are too many humans. what can we do now?
morally we can not kill becuse we don't use our physical to fight but to impress.
and judgement is bad: dicrimination: kill him he's stupid.
we live with stereotypes but we can not judge. this is weak. because if now the natural selection is only based on our mind
less inteligent people should die.
as in the nature. this is our vice. we prefer to all die insted. because mathematically this planet will die because of
the limit of materials. or maybe this alien invation from venus or the fact that we have no other choice will end us in space.
all of us: smarts and dumbs, olds and preties.
what should we consider and at what scale? our simple life or ... they say prevention is better than when it's there.
what are the facts? let's use our brains and project.
i don't really care if pink is the next trend with metal beds in a dolly environement with a suicide attitude
if we prevent we could explore on solid bases. tera incognita.
wh
Please don't hurt us.
hee hee hee... haven been living with others for the last 4 months.. heaven!!
Great : post a picture of dishes in a sink and trigger a psychoromaniac meltdown.
Somebody just got robbed from the title of the longest comment!
man... there's no way i can compete with that... oh and thanks for the party on friday night romaniacpizza... did anyone leave with the hot biology doctorante finally? and sorry for not going to the manor on saturday but i had a crazy party going on in hochelag... we may do a weekly thing there after all cause it was fun in the end... i'll let you know exactly what happens with this once we know for sure, but we may do something every wednesday night there... it's your typical caca-cool hochelag tavern where people go to enjoy their laurentide grosse salope and try to hook up with the crazy drunk cuckoo tramp or score some rock machine coke off the guy in sweatpants at the end of the bar... fun fun times and they like good rock and good beats... annoying thing though, they also like house and drum and bass which is unacceptable cause it is. everytime i went to the bathroom there i could hear someone sniffing in the stall which is a really good sign that a) the place will be bombed first if the biker's war starts again or b) the cops will bust the place eventually, probably on a wednesday night and i'll spend the night in jail in a sandwich between gorilla ben and crazy steve who will both be fighting to know who gets the sloppy seconds. these people love their sloppy seconds! "slides right in 'n i like the noise" said ron the butcher the last time i saw him shooting up at park morgan. the barmaids are way cool to, real ladies who don't believe in putting a piece of lime in your gin & tonics... "fruits and vegetables make you weaker, that's what my father told me over a poutine and a cole slaw many years ago" said mushy nancy.
so anyway, i'll let you know exactly what happens with all this but you should all come every week and get trashed and listen to good jams cause who cares what you gotta do the next day, right amresh? oh, he knows... and i know too apparently. i realized something last week: you can bullshit your way through life and it'll be much easier than working your ass off for the same results... you will also be able to drink much more than if you cared about working for real in the morning. for example, i had an important presentation thursday morning and decided i'd rather go out the night before than prepare for it. i woke up late, got there late and spoke with a headache and was kinda dizzy and people even asked me questions that i answered pretty well... no one ever noticed that i had no clue what so ever about what i was talking about... same for the paper i had submitted a week before, which i had also sprinkled with bullshit, i got a better grade than the first paper i had submitted for which i had worked hard and which prompted my professor to tell me that i was at stage zero-minus-one... i haven't spoken to him since, the jerk!
well in any case, it's pointless to compete with romaniac on this longest comment business (again with this stupid word!) cause i can't.... actually, what he wrote made no sense, whereas everything i've just written makes perfect sense so i kinda win in a way.... the only way i could make this longer is if i copied/pasted it.... maybe i'll just do that... here:
man... there's no way i can compete with that... oh and thanks for the party on friday night romaniacpizza... did anyone leave with the hot biology doctorante finally? and sorry for not going to the manor on saturday but i had a crazy party going on in hochelag... we may do a weekly thing there after all cause it was fun in the end... i'll let you know exactly what happens with this once we know for sure, but we may do something every wednesday night there... it's your typical caca-cool hochelag tavern where people go to enjoy their laurentide grosse salope and try to hook up with the crazy drunk cuckoo tramp or score some rock machine coke off the guy in sweatpants at the end of the bar... fun fun times and they like good rock and good beats... annoying thing though, they also like house and drum and bass which is unacceptable cause it is. everytime i went to the bathroom there i could hear someone sniffing in the stall which is a really good sign that a) the place will be bombed first if the biker's war starts again or b) the cops will bust the place eventually, probably on a wednesday night and i'll spend the night in jail in a sandwich between gorilla ben and crazy steve who will both be fighting to know who gets the sloppy seconds. these people love their sloppy seconds! "slides right in 'n i like the noise" said ron the butcher the last time i saw him shooting up at park morgan. the barmaids are way cool to, real ladies who don't believe in putting a piece of lime in your gin & tonics... "fruits and vegetables make you weaker, that's what my father told me over a poutine and a cole slaw many years ago" said mushy nancy.
so anyway, i'll let you know exactly what happens with all this but you should all come every week and get trashed and listen to good jams cause who cares what you gotta do the next day, right amresh? oh, he knows... and i know too apparently. i realized something last week: you can bullshit your way through life and it'll be much easier than working your ass off for the same results... you will also be able to drink much more than if you cared about working for real in the morning. for example, i had an important presentation thursday morning and decided i'd rather go out the night before than prepare for it. i woke up late, got there late and spoke with a headache and was kinda dizzy and people even asked me questions that i answered pretty well... no one ever noticed that i had no clue what so ever about what i was talking about... same for the paper i had submitted a week before, which i had also sprinkled with bullshit, i got a better grade than the first paper i had submitted for which i had worked hard and which prompted my professor to tell me that i was at stage zero-minus-one... i haven't spoken to him since, the jerk!
well in any case, it's pointless to compete with romaniac on this longest comment business (again with this stupid word!) cause i can't.... actually, what he wrote made no sense, whereas everything i've just written makes perfect sense so i kinda win in a way.... the only way i could make this longer is if i copied/pasted it.... maybe i'll just do that... here:
man... there's no way i can compete with that... oh and thanks for the party on friday night romaniacpizza... did anyone leave with the hot biology doctorante finally? and sorry for not going to the manor on saturday but i had a crazy party going on in hochelag... we may do a weekly thing there after all cause it was fun in the end... i'll let you know exactly what happens with this once we know for sure, but we may do something every wednesday night there... it's your typical caca-cool hochelag tavern where people go to enjoy their laurentide grosse salope and try to hook up with the crazy drunk cuckoo tramp or score some rock machine coke off the guy in sweatpants at the end of the bar... fun fun times and they like good rock and good beats... annoying thing though, they also like house and drum and bass which is unacceptable cause it is. everytime i went to the bathroom there i could hear someone sniffing in the stall which is a really good sign that a) the place will be bombed first if the biker's war starts again or b) the cops will bust the place eventually, probably on a wednesday night and i'll spend the night in jail in a sandwich between gorilla ben and crazy steve who will both be fighting to know who gets the sloppy seconds. these people love their sloppy seconds! "slides right in 'n i like the noise" said ron the butcher the last time i saw him shooting up at park morgan. the barmaids are way cool to, real ladies who don't believe in putting a piece of lime in your gin & tonics... "fruits and vegetables make you weaker, that's what my father told me over a poutine and a cole slaw many years ago" said mushy nancy.
so anyway, i'll let you know exactly what happens with all this but you should all come every week and get trashed and listen to good jams cause who cares what you gotta do the next day, right amresh? oh, he knows... and i know too apparently. i realized something last week: you can bullshit your way through life and it'll be much easier than working your ass off for the same results... you will also be able to drink much more than if you cared about working for real in the morning. for example, i had an important presentation thursday morning and decided i'd rather go out the night before than prepare for it. i woke up late, got there late and spoke with a headache and was kinda dizzy and people even asked me questions that i answered pretty well... no one ever noticed that i had no clue what so ever about what i was talking about... same for the paper i had submitted a week before, which i had also sprinkled with bullshit, i got a better grade than the first paper i had submitted for which i had worked hard and which prompted my professor to tell me that i was at stage zero-minus-one... i haven't spoken to him since, the jerk!
well in any case, it's pointless to compete with romaniac on this longest comment business (again with this stupid word!) cause i can't.... actually, what he wrote made no sense, whereas everything i've just written makes perfect sense so i kinda win in a way.... the only way i could make this longer is if i copied/pasted it.... maybe i'll just do that... here:
man... there's no way i can compete with that... oh and thanks for the party on friday night romaniacpizza... did anyone leave with the hot biology doctorante finally? and sorry for not going to the manor on saturday but i had a crazy party going on in hochelag... we may do a weekly thing there after all cause it was fun in the end... i'll let you know exactly what happens with this once we know for sure, but we may do something every wednesday night there... it's your typical caca-cool hochelag tavern where people go to enjoy their laurentide grosse salope and try to hook up with the crazy drunk cuckoo tramp or score some rock machine coke off the guy in sweatpants at the end of the bar... fun fun times and they like good rock and good beats... annoying thing though, they also like house and drum and bass which is unacceptable cause it is. everytime i went to the bathroom there i could hear someone sniffing in the stall which is a really good sign that a) the place will be bombed first if the biker's war starts again or b) the cops will bust the place eventually, probably on a wednesday night and i'll spend the night in jail in a sandwich between gorilla ben and crazy steve who will both be fighting to know who gets the sloppy seconds. these people love their sloppy seconds! "slides right in 'n i like the noise" said ron the butcher the last time i saw him shooting up at park morgan. the barmaids are way cool to, real ladies who don't believe in putting a piece of lime in your gin & tonics... "fruits and vegetables make you weaker, that's what my father told me over a poutine and a cole slaw many years ago" said mushy nancy.
so anyway, i'll let you know exactly what happens with all this but you should all come every week and get trashed and listen to good jams cause who cares what you gotta do the next day, right amresh? oh, he knows... and i know too apparently. i realized something last week: you can bullshit your way through life and it'll be much easier than working your ass off for the same results... you will also be able to drink much more than if you cared about working for real in the morning. for example, i had an important presentation thursday morning and decided i'd rather go out the night before than prepare for it. i woke up late, got there late and spoke with a headache and was kinda dizzy and people even asked me questions that i answered pretty well... no one ever noticed that i had no clue what so ever about what i was talking about... same for the paper i had submitted a week before, which i had also sprinkled with bullshit, i got a better grade than the first paper i had submitted for which i had worked hard and which prompted my professor to tell me that i was at stage zero-minus-one... i haven't spoken to him since, the jerk!
well in any case, it's pointless to compete with romaniac on this longest comment business (again with this stupid word!) cause i can't.... actually, what he wrote made no sense, whereas everything i've just written makes perfect sense so i kinda win in a way.... the only way i could make this longer is if i copied/pasted it.... maybe i'll just do that... here:
actually i'm done cause it'll never end...
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