Archive for April, 2006

• 04.28.06 drunken posts, is it a begining? or an indulgence posted in Blog, The Writtings of a Drunk Boy

  From: emile@denichaud.com
  Subject: thoughts that come amidts alcohol and love
  Date: 2006年4月28日 1:39:41:GMT+02:00
  To: emile@denichaud.com

  his hand brushes against her back,, still covered bz he cotton fabic of her tshirt..
  a scratch to test whether or not she is still itchy… it was once upon a time that the right spot was vocal enough for you to hear the need. for some physical attention.
  but more imnport
  she stands there, remembering the moments in which they first started to include the other in their plans for the future.. In hindsight the unquantifialbe moment of mutual attraction and accepted dependance was the corner stone, was the starting point, in which their world experienced genesis.
  these events when viewed by the rss equiped metropolitan buguaryi.. the city elite.. a parody of a well directored and photographed wong kaw wai film. that if mentioned in the visinity of soho nzy, would surley encourage belittlment or a swift judgement of `you are not worthy?!`

  could it be my male side / the emotions that are influenced by the common and unknowiced testostoroen hormon that guides my untethered thoughts towards a place of self judgement and inquisition?

  i would rather use my awareness and perception / memory to build characters that reflect my view of the world. embelished with the observations that catch the attention of those who are sensative to cerain aethetic vales. principles and styles.

  within patricks writting is it really good writtn of which i am jeloues or is it the environment from which he references his props? to remember w.gibson, as a writter he chose the genre of scifi because it suited his writtng style… the adjicives in which he used to describe his plot and prot devices where simply coines / borrowed form popular magazines and sports periodicals.

  i hope the this random writting from a club sheds light on a more than 3 year writting block.#
  emile you can write
  you are good at writting
  people are interested in what and HOW you view the world.
  dont doubt your ability
  love
  e

• 04.28.06 love hate relationship: k and m posted in Blog, The Writtings of a Drunk Boy

  in the moment that one admits to being in a love hate relationship, the individual that is expressing such a notion/ feeling is really worried about the concequences of love…. that is because in our society =hate= is a very accepted emotion , we accept and understand what kind of behaviour is comes from this emotion. Just now i was informed that as a result of the emotional pendiulum swinging the direction of love they must leave the venue. They can not maintiain their comfort level when faced with the consequences of their actions.. yes influenced and possibly encouraged by alcohol and bad music, spring emotions and past experiences, never the less these realizations are ….. real

  love: hate relationships are more common than any of us would like to admit.. simply because of the fact the feelings and actions that would transpose as a consequence of love pose too much of a contrast from our regular/ lifestyle and what part of ourselves we choose to express to people.

  i realitze while i am writting this prose, i am being influenced by what is commonly labeled as negaive emotions, jeliously, envy and lest we not forget the most imporant drunkeness.

  but as i end this writting session that is full of technical errors, from my heart, my mind and my fingers desperatly trying to adapt to a german qwerz keboard i finally undrstand that, everything will be fine as long as i write, this is the begining ,,, hopefully of a habit.

• 04.28.06 Bierhimmel: e and e posted in Blog, The Writtings of a Drunk Boy

  how does drinking contribute to a reflection of a moment, well, while i write this flawed post, with the knowledge that i hate public journal entries. I am also accept that anything that is written at a bar can’t be that bad. As i overlook the room, smoke filtered through cotton, red gauloises insted of feminine blonde, i can’t help but feel a reaffirmation of my desire to posses some kind of digital camera,
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  in busts a new conjurer of words
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  this girl i talked to her just a bit her coffee breath was so nice. i liked it close to my face, it was a gesture of intimacy, she smiled and was really listening to me. Ulli, i will remember her name, mixing up her syntax in that german way and maybe here it’s alright to stare at strange girls in a bar and feel like it’s okay to be gay. she looks like juliee andrews and when she kisses her girlfriend her lips end in a perfect petal ohh. her checkered sweater is an emblem of the girls i’ve dreamed about slouching around subway stairwells and smoking with their beautiful muscled penstrokes. yes i’m staring at her whole crowd but it’s because she unites them like a steeple. this is the kind of girl, these are her shoes, maybe i won’t remember her, i hope i don’t.
  i miss a place where i wished i belonged. that’s why i come here, to arrive in the knot of sweet, strange faces. yes i can walk to the back where the tobacco machine is, but when do i know that i’ve made an impression? when i’ve sunken my fingerprints in the human german clay for a minute. i want that feeling when you can breathe with the even rhythm of a train, when you can feel like one of everybody, and when somebody reads what you feel, and reads what you feel