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Les Elles
La Chatte De Monsieur Clock



Sur les genoux de Monsieur Clock
Je léchais de ma langue râpeuse
Ses doigts souillés par le dîner
Je m'étirais nonchalamment
Sur le fauteuil rouge de Monsieur
En jouant vagu'ment avec une mouche
Agonisant

J'agaçais beaucoup Madame
J'suis la chatte de Monsieur Clock
J'agaçais beaucoup Madame
J'suis la chatte de Monsieur Clock

La nuit Monsieur Clock m'appelait
Il ne s'endormait plus sans moi
J'arrivais délicatement
Me posant au creux de ses reins
en ronronnant de tout mon corps
Chaude et douce rien que pour lui
Rien que pour lui

Je boîte car je n'ai que trois pattes
A cause du neveu de madame
Qui m'a lancée par la fenêtre
Comme ça, pour rire, quel petit con,
Mes griffes sont gravées dans son œil
Mes griffes sont gravées dans son œil
C'est pour la vie

Un dimanche 25 décembre
Madame monte l'escalier
Avec le petit déjeuner
C'était un jour pas comme les autres
J'étais assoupie sur une marche
Aucune envie de me pousser
De me pousser.

Beaucoup de bruit, plus rien
Madame en bas de l'escalier
Oh!
Beaucoup de bruit, plus rien
Madame en bas de l'escalier.

Je lèche un peu le liquide rouge
Qui sort de la bouche de Madame
C'est dégueulasse mais un peu chaud
Je ne verrai plus Monsieur Clock
Désormais ça ne m'amuse plus
Il pleure, ses sanglots m'indisposent
Ça m'indispose.

J'reviendrai plus jamais
J'ai envie d'un bol de lait.
J'reviendrai plus jamais
J'ai envie d'un bol de lait.

Zooey Deschanel pecked by birds

(a música não é nada de especial - mas ela é gira, dele gosto muito e os videoclips são engraçados.)

She said:

"Era uma vez uma mulher sem sombra que encontrou uma sombra de homem sem homem. Isto encheu-a de tristeza. Começou a chorar por não ter sombra própria nem homem propriamente dito, homem de carne e osso. Então as lágrimas da mulher deixaram pegadas no chão e o homem pôde encontrar a sua sombra com a da mulher porque seguiu o rasto deixado pelas lágrimas da mulher. A mulher deixou de se preocupar com a sua sombra. Está contente. Nada lhe falta. Nem a sombra que não lhe pertence"





e ainda...


"O maior elogio que o Ferdinand Schamtz me fez foi dizer-me «You are really real»"


(Indeed she is...)

Podia ser assim:

tell no one

http://tellnoone.co.uk/


"Give away everything you know and more will come back to you
London based filmmakers Luke White and Remi Weekes have decided to open up the creative process with the blog ‘Tell No One’.
Intended to be a peek into our experimental process, we hope to post our on-going ideas, inspirations and processes. Think of this as like an informal brainstorm."

Seaweed from Tell No One on Vimeo.

Spinning Fan from Tell No One on Vimeo.

Tennis Ball from Tell No One on Vimeo.

Pygmy

Um terrorista de 13 anos infiltra os subúrbios americanos, disfarçado de estudante de intercâmbio. Objectivo final: destruição épica do inimigo americano e dos seus símbolos consumistas, culpados por todo o mal do mundo. O livro acaba por ser uma sátira imparcial; aos americanos embrutecidos e ao regime socialista desconhecido de onde vêm a personagem principal e os seus camaradas. 

O livro é difícil de ler, ao princípio. A história é contada na primeira pessoa, em inglês pensado em estrangeiro. Mas como me aconteceu com o trainspotting, acabei por me adaptar à linguagem e ao ritmo. 

Diz o Palahniuk:

A. After the first chapter it was completely natural, because early on I had decided on the rules of Pygmy.  He would speak with certain redundancies, and he wouldn't know the article "the." He wouldn't know the conjunction "and."  He wouldn't know the word "again," so he would say "repeat."  He wouldn't know "always," so he would say "forever."  I just made a big bible, a big list of the grammatical rules of Pygmy, and once I had applied them in a couple of scenes, it was natural.  Also, to a certain evil extent they were based on the way my first generation Ukrainian relatives talked.  So they were a combination of my bad German, my Ukrainian relatives, and the rules I had come up with.

Por mim tudo bem; o único problema é que dava por mim a imaginar a voz do Apu dos Simpsons enquanto lia o livro. 

"Face sideways flat clobber into title wall, bully blue eye flutter, eye cover skins flicker, blink, flincker, come open. Bully mouth biting sideways into tiltle say, "What the fuck?
One hand operative me open down own trouser zipper. One hand operative me fingers fold into pointed snake head, dart strike, zip-bam, Mighty Python Smother, to cram into bully mouth."


"-Pleased to meet you Pygmy. Say, - I'm reverend Tony.
Mouths of operative me say, - Happy to engage you, crafty stooge of superstition.
Mouths of operative me say, - How is your health, puppet of Satan?
Worship leader fashion forehead to lift single hair brow arching above eye. Devil Tony preserve smile. Say - This little young 'un needs to practice his English.
(...) Could be, with pointed knee, sock-block, explode worship leader rib cage. Coulde be,  crash head into reverend head, butt-bang, contusion brain . Instead, this agent merely say, - Meet repeat soon, please, licking viper of evil."




Desnecessário: o final muito    SPOILER     "love conquers all". 

como esmagar o cérebro com uma rodela de limão enrolada num tijolo de ouro

"The Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster is an alcoholic beverage invented by ex-President of the Universe Zaphod Beeblebrox, largely considered to be the best in the Universe. Its effects are similar to having your brains smashed in by a slice of lemon wrapped round a large gold brick."

• Take the juice from one bottle of Ol' Janx Spirit.
• Pour into it one measure of water from the seas of Santraginus V — Oh, that Santraginean seawater! Oh, those Santraginean fish!
• Allow three cubes of Arcturan Mega-gin to melt into the mixture (it must be properly iced or the benzine is lost).
• Allow four litres of Fallian marsh gas to bubble through it, in memory of all those happy hikers who have died of pleasure in the Marshes of Fallia.
• Over the back of a silver spoon float a measure of Qualactin Hypermint extract, redolent of all the beady odours of the dark Qualactin Zones, subtle, sweet and mystic.
• Drop in the tooth of an Algolian Suntiger. Watch it dissolve, spreading the fires of the Algolian Suns deep into the heart of the drink.
• Sprinkle Zamphuor.
• Add an olive.
• Drink... but... very carefully...

Doppelgänger

the stuff nightmares are made off.