tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78654403296626610452011-04-27T15:58:14.714-07:00Logorrhée d'une vieille ratte de ruelle...-noreply@blogger.comBlogger101100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865440329662661045.post-16627955881987048042010-08-16T21:32:00.000-07:002011-03-23T03:57:18.233-07:00un vent glacial souffle sur mon âme<br />comme un verglas qui s'acharne aux branches en février<br />j'ai la noirceur de l'hiver en moi...<br /><br />Par chance dehors y'a le soleil d'août.<div><img width="1" height="1" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4688487522158318118-3320269308899096222?l=labatailleuseconfluente.blogspot.com" alt=""></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865440329662661045-1662795588198704804?l=labatailleuseconfluente.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>-noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865440329662661045.post-90978915906257237092010-08-09T15:14:00.000-07:002011-03-23T03:57:18.221-07:00<embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/05k90ts2biw&amp;hl=fr_FR&amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I need someone a person to talk to<br />someone who'd care to love<br />could it be you could it be you<br />situation gets rough then I start to panic<br />it's not enough it's just a habit<br />hey kid you're sick well darling this is it<br />you can all just kiss off into the air<br />behind my back I can see them stare<br />they'll hurt me bad but I won't mind<br />they'll hurt me bad they do it all the time<br />yeah yeah they do it all the time<br />yeah yeah they do it all the time<br />yeah yeah they do it all the time<br />yeah yeah they do it all the time<br />I hope you know this will go down<br />on your permanent record<br />oh yeah well don't get so distressed<br />did I happen to mention that I'm impressed<br />I take one one one cause you left me and<br />two two two for my family and<br />3 3 3 for my heartache and<br />4 4 4 for my headaches and<br />5 5 5 for my loneliness and<br />6 6 6 for my sorrow and<br />7 7 for no tomorrow and<br />8 8 I forget what 8 was for and<br />9 9 9 for a lost god and<br />10 10 10 10 for everything everything everything everything<br />you can all just kiss off into the air<br />behind my back I can see them stare<br />they'll hurt me bad but I won't mind<br />they'll hurt me bad they do it all the time<br />yeah yeah,yeah they do it all the time<br />yeah yeah,yeah they do it all the time<br />do it all the time<br />do it all the time<br />do it all the time time time<br />yeah yeah they do it all the time<div><img width="1" height="1" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4688487522158318118-3452653013131496529?l=labatailleuseconfluente.blogspot.com" alt=""></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865440329662661045-9097891590625723709?l=labatailleuseconfluente.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>-noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865440329662661045.post-86941829739999306622010-08-06T22:12:00.000-07:002011-03-23T03:57:18.208-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C5BtwjhGKuU/TFzBPIEzzUI/AAAAAAAAAKM/P9iOw640jsU/s1600/hirondelle.rustique.dico.1g.jpg"><img style="display:block;margin:0px auto 10px;text-align:center;width:320px;height:213px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C5BtwjhGKuU/TFzBPIEzzUI/AAAAAAAAAKM/P9iOw640jsU/s320/hirondelle.rustique.dico.1g.jpg" border="0" alt=""></a><div><img width="1" height="1" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4688487522158318118-1763985445953908815?l=labatailleuseconfluente.blogspot.com" alt=""></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865440329662661045-8694182973999930662?l=labatailleuseconfluente.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>-noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865440329662661045.post-23201982597193143042010-08-06T22:06:00.000-07:002011-03-23T03:57:18.189-07:00!0h30 AM...<br /><br />J'aurais du me laver avant d'aller jouer avec vous autre...<br />Pourquoi? On s'est pas lavé nous autre!<br />C'est parce que vous voulez pas vous lavez... pis ça vous dérange pas de sentir le crotté!<br />Tu vois Mom y'a personne au parc cé pas grave si tu pues...<br />Pis tsé... on joue avec Jules pis Laurent pis y sentent la shnoutte, on s'habitue à l'odeur!<br /><br />Lou siffle baveusement et dis play bawwwlwe<br />C'est parti!<br /><br />...<br /><br />Journal de bord-semaine 6<div><img width="1" height="1" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4688487522158318118-6823620286999018453?l=labatailleuseconfluente.blogspot.com" alt=""></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865440329662661045-2320198259719314304?l=labatailleuseconfluente.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>-noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865440329662661045.post-90293967614567907992010-08-05T16:12:00.000-07:002011-03-23T03:57:18.159-07:00<embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XyG4wEwVoZ8&amp;hl=fr_FR&amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed><div><img width="1" height="1" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4688487522158318118-2987316625710553877?l=labatailleuseconfluente.blogspot.com" alt=""></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865440329662661045-9029396761456790799?l=labatailleuseconfluente.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>-noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865440329662661045.post-59974783981855207882010-07-30T20:43:00.000-07:002011-03-23T03:57:18.147-07:00Tsé quand on va être mort Mamou, on va toute avoir des tites zailes!<br />Tu veux dire qu'on devient des anges quand on meurt?<br />Oui, zen plus on peut jumper sur les nuages comme dans Mario Bros<br />est-ce que Yoshi est là avec toute la gang?<br />Bin non y'a pas de Mario chez les zanches!<br />J'te donnais un esample...<br />Ahh...<br />Un jour j'vais dev'nir un vieux singe pis j'vais mourrir pis je vais avoir des tites zailes!<br />C'est vrai, on meurt tous un jour...<br />mmm... comme dans Mario!<br /><br />Journal de bord- semaine 5<div><img width="1" height="1" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4688487522158318118-1055779923341520816?l=labatailleuseconfluente.blogspot.com" alt=""></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865440329662661045-5997478398185520788?l=labatailleuseconfluente.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>-noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865440329662661045.post-68670538299850667822010-07-29T22:11:00.000-07:002011-03-23T03:57:18.133-07:00<embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OFGgbT_VasI&amp;hl=fr_FR&amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed><div><img width="1" height="1" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4688487522158318118-2300656725489261085?l=labatailleuseconfluente.blogspot.com" alt=""></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865440329662661045-6867053829985066782?l=labatailleuseconfluente.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>-noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865440329662661045.post-32830104252515316392010-07-29T21:36:00.000-07:002011-03-23T03:57:18.120-07:00monter dans un char avec un mec que t'as jamais vu...<br />le coeur battant, les genoux branlants<br />T'as mal en d'dans<br />T'as mal aux dents<br />Tu pues<br />Il pue<br />Il paie<br />Tu trembles<br />Il te lèche<br />tu ferme les yeux en ouvrant les jambes...<br />tu attends qu'il finisse<br />Il est lent à la tâche<br />tu t'actives tout en pensant à demander au mec, une fois venu, s'il voudra bien aller te reconduire chez Vincent...<br />Il vient<br />Tu replaces tes vêtements<br />Il veut bien te conduire chez Vincent<br />T'es contente parce que tu vas pouvoir avoir un quart de plus, car tu ne paies pas de taxi...<br /><br />- Fin de la citation.<div><img width="1" height="1" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4688487522158318118-7944776118670513170?l=labatailleuseconfluente.blogspot.com" alt=""></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865440329662661045-3283010425251531639?l=labatailleuseconfluente.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>-noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865440329662661045.post-85548903917770091322010-07-27T20:56:00.000-07:002011-03-23T03:57:18.109-07:00du sucre sur mes lèvres<br />la cigale chante dans la cours...<br /><br /><br />me roule un pétard.<br /><br />ce soir, je fume à la Lenteur.<div><img width="1" height="1" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4688487522158318118-3434090139028802704?l=labatailleuseconfluente.blogspot.com" alt=""></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865440329662661045-8554890391777009132?l=labatailleuseconfluente.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>-noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865440329662661045.post-11842351494665605422010-07-24T21:24:00.000-07:002011-03-23T03:57:18.097-07:00J'ai deux trolls dans mon salon.<br />Ils grognent,rotent et pètent sur le sofa. Ils gigotent et poussent parfois des hurlements perçants.<br />Ils font aussi des bruits du genre gne, weurk...<br /><br />Je continue mon observation.<br /><br />Journal de bord- semaine 4<div><img width="1" height="1" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4688487522158318118-8909568350882067692?l=labatailleuseconfluente.blogspot.com" alt=""></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865440329662661045-1184235149466560542?l=labatailleuseconfluente.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>-noreply@blogger.com0