finalement, mon nouveau banquier est un charmant monsieur qui ?tait ravi de faire ma connaissance et d’avoir julia roberts parmi ses clients. comme disait feue l’amie de feue ma grand-m?re qui avait ?t? ambulanci?re ? la bataille du Mont Cassin : un banquier qui plaisante n’a pas forcemment de mauvaise intentions. (elle n’a s?rement jamais dit ?a, mais c’?tait une femme tr?s bien quand m?me)

et j’ai de nouveau des super pouvoirs avec ma carte bleue. d’ici dix ans, je vais p’tet m?me pouvoir ? nouveau faire des achats en ligne avec.
youplaboum.
joie et f?licit?.
je m’aime.

soundtrack :nine naked men just walking down the road…

alors apr?s le concert de ce soir, demain c’est tai-chi et m?ditation transcendantale.

(gros fou rire quand m?me en voyant l’air mi-effar?, mi-sonn? des parents qui de toute ?vidence attendaient leur prog?niture en haut des marches, voire au fond de la salle, avec pour les plus compr?hensifs (poire ?) d’entre eux, quelques t-shirts des groupes fraichement achet?s sur l’?paule. ils s’attendaient ? quoi, s?rieux, ? un th? dansant ou ? un cours de bridge ?
ceci dit, la vue de la foule ado mouvante et suante m’a moi-m?me donn? l’impression d’?tre sur une plan?te alien avec pour seuls mots de vocabulaire : relax, i come in peace.)

on a parl? de fesses, de nichons, de cul et de seins.

bref, ce fut une bonne soir?e de nanas.

soundtrack : pattern recognition – sonic youth

hu huh, another message from the spammer that calls herself a medium or whatever and who forsees incredible amounts of love, luck and money for me for about two years.
here’s what she predicts today : « I have seen that the very next few days are going to be for you the most beautiful days of your life… »

shit, not already dude ! i’ve just begun to live…

soundtrack : electronica for lovers – das pop

i’m exhausted. not physically, but « creatively » this time.
this might be the next thing to learn, being creative on command, having ideas to explore even when three days of stress and hard work have worn me out and drained my imagination and mental images.
precise commands are rather easy to achieve, even when technically challenging, but total freedom is a prison when i’m not completely open to inspiration.
clearly, this is just another phase of changes and acknowledgement of my limits. i tend to distrust afterwards the infallible trust that i’ve put on my instinct when i was making the pictures, even if i don’t remember it being utterly wrong in the past. the rationalization of creation and inspiration doesn’t lead anywhere, but somehow, i wish that it was, even when it would mean that i’d rather trust my brain instead of my guts. but i’m probably not even conscious of it when my brain races as fast as possible to find the good frame and see the good light, but i don’t even have the feeling that i’m making efforts of rational thinking, does it mean that i’m not thinking at all or does it mean that it’s purely instinct by now ?

am i even clear or should i be a hermit for a whole week with the hope to be coherent once again ?