Accumulation

Will Oldham singing “I see a darnkness” Friday night at La Cigale.

Oi.
Since coming back From Switzerlad I haven’t been writing much, but having still tons of work and broken bones there’s not much to say really.

I wake up, drink coffee, shoot myself in the leg, start the 1:30 houer trip to go to work (via hopping on crutches and the subway), work, ask my coworkers if please they could get me some food, eat some food, work, start the 1:30 houer trip to go home (via hopping on crutches and the subway), dink a wine,  work some more, spend too little time  with Zachary, sleep.

The  only interesting thing in all of this is that my little sister Anna came to Paris to escape a heartbreak and she was convinced to walk with me while going to work and back. We also spend some other times togeather, but this specific (very hard) trip that we take every morning and every eaving has proven to be very intresting.

While I struggle with physical impediment fatigue and pain, Anna has to deal with her broken heart and her sudden lack of confidence, and while she helps me up and down never ending Metro stairs I listen to her stories and try to give her my 2 “old&wise” cents.

It goes from  tears to 100 percent pure comedy.

Like the one time that a cripple started hunting me down asking if he could carry me, and I couldn’t walk faster than him so he kept on sticking to my tail for a good 15minutes being all drool and full of good intentions.

On other news:
Here is a little interview that was done the last time i was vjing. I’m trying to explain things and making little sense. NB. It was 4am and the guy made me go up 4 flights of stairs with crutches + got crooked tooth.

You’re probbably gonna need these  jc! castelbajac lego glasses to look at the world in 2009 without running away, digging a whole in the ground and hide yourself in it.

Look at Rory! She’s smiling, wondering the streets of the emerald city right there.

Happy Holidays guys! Here it’s been a disaster all over so far but we’retrying to look on the bright sides!This is a little film I made for my mom,it’s based ton the motions of big flocks of stearlings.
We’re leaving to Annecy ans Switzerland soon, wish us luck!

Spotted! Looks like Z. got he’s vision cleared, and a whole new set of charms.
A 4 eyed Christmas miracle?

Found Via 2left2right, yours truely had had no clue…

How bad yo think?! I wish I had a Hamser or a Patapouf.
A good chunk of me is quickly going insane.

Surprisingly the foot is still broken, and still hurting very much.

I’m laying in the bed sideways feeling the blood pressure like a thousend of tiny little needles.
The foot is still here still broken.

Last night I didn’t want to fall asleep utiill I remembered this scottish lullaby my mom used to sing me. We are not scottish, but my mom has the great ability to pick and choose what she likes from different cultures and incorporate each element in her own blend of living.

Here are the lyrics:

Speed, bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing,
Onward! the sailors cry;
Carry the lad that’s born to be King
Over the sea to Skye.

Loud the winds howl, loud the waves roar,
Thunderclaps rend the air;
Baffled, our foes stand by the shore,
Follow they will not dare.
Speed, bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing,
Onward! the sailors cry;
Carry the lad that’s born to be King
Over the sea to Skye.

Though the waves leap, soft shall ye sleep,
Ocean’s a royal bed.
Rocked in the deep, Flora will keep
Watch by your weary head.
Speed, bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing,
Onward! the sailors cry;
Carry the lad that’s born to be King
Over the sea to Skye.

Many’s the lad fought on that day,
Well the Claymore could wield,
When the night came, silently lay
Dead in Culloden’s field.
Speed, bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing,
Onward! the sailors cry;
Carry the lad that’s born to be King
Over the sea to Skye.

Burned are their homes, exile and death
Scatter the loyal men;
Yet ere the sword cool in the sheath
Charlie will come again.
Speed, bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing,
Onward! the sailors cry;
Carry the lad that’s born to be King
Over the sea to Skye.

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