Errances

30 avril 2008

mère-grand…

Filed under: passages — errant @ 20:18

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maman enfin presque

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prendre_un_jet

Filed under: passages — errant @ 00:28

pour moi ce sera un jet vodka chocolat fruit de mer

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29 avril 2008

Paranoid park

Filed under: passages — errant @ 03:24

“I stared out the window. I imagined riding to the police station, my hands cuffed behind my back. That would be fine with me. It really would. I was done. There was no point now. My life sucked so much, I might as well get caught.”

G.W

Filed under: passages — errant @ 03:09

Rebecca: This is so bad it’s almost good.
Enid: This is so bad it’s gone past good and back to bad again.

Graduation Speaker: High school is like the training wheels for the bicycle of real life. It is a time for young people to explore different fields of interest and to hopefully learn from their experiences. In coming to terms with my own personal setback, I’ve learned that I don’t need to rely on drugs and alcohol, and that I’m very lucky that more people besides myself and Carrie weren’t injured in the accident. And I’ve learned that to overcome life’s obstacles you need faith, hope and, above all, a sense of humor.

kids

Filed under: passages — errant @ 03:00

Telly: When you’re young, not much matters. When you find something that you care about, then that’s all you got. When you go to sleep at night you dream of pussy. When you wake up it’s the same thing. It’s there in your face. You can’t escape it. Sometimes when you’re young the only place to go is inside. That’s just it – fucking is what I love. Take that away from me and I really got nothing.

ken park

Filed under: passages — errant @ 02:56

Peaches: Do you remember your dreams?
Claude: Sometimes.

Eeney… Meeney… Meiny… Moe… Catch a… Tiger… By its… Toe …

Filed under: passages — errant @ 02:52

eeney meeney miney moe
catch a tiger by its toe
if he hollers let him go
eeney meeney miney moe

it was spectacular

Filed under: passages — errant @ 02:43

Lester Burnham: So, Janie, how was school?
Jane Burnham: It was okay.
Lester Burnham: Just okay?
Jane Burnham: No, Dad, it was spectacular.

Beauty again.

Filed under: passages — errant @ 02:41

Ricky Fitts: It was one of those days when it’s a minute away from snowing and there’s this electricity in the air, you can almost hear it. And this bag was, like, dancing with me. Like a little kid begging me to play with it. For fifteen minutes. And that’s the day I knew there was this entire life behind things, and… this incredibly benevolent force, that wanted me to know there was no reason to be afraid, ever. Video’s a poor excuse, I know. But it helps me remember… and I need to remember… Sometimes there’s so much beauty in the world I feel like I can’t take it, like my heart’s going to cave in.

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