| 2009 Part II ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Vesterbro ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Vesterbro Land of methfacecrackheads hookerspimpsdrugdealers. Ballet of hell, silently spied from her hotel room window.   ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Le Difference ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________   ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ The Horse Whisperer ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Apparently, animals do different noises in accordance to the country they are raised, and living. Which I found weird, because it's not true. I'm sorry BUT an english horse doesn't "nêêêêêêêêêêêh", he does "huuuuuuuuuh" like a french one. This is all a lie.    ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ La Dolce Vita ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Bambino Bambino. (That's all I know about this song)    ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Come To Brighton ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ According to this postcard, In Brighton and Hoves, you can have a nice meal, I guess you can have a nice fish&chips in the best case, Then you can have a dance, maybe on the Brighton Pier, lovely innit? Then you have a walk, romantic, on the beach at sunset. Then you can be sick in a bin because you're wasted, and also your girlfriend can do an OD, in front of you. How nice is that.     ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Hassocks ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Next stop: Hassocks.  ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Hotel De Passe ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ This is where you can find Pauline, in the bar of an old hotel, well maybe more a whorehouse though, in the center of this little town in the south of France. She will be on the terrace, sipping a Martini Rosso, smoking a cigarette, while she looks at this beautiful sunset... While she's waiting for the next "customer" NAH IM KIDDING ! Ah ! Got ya !    ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ She's Like The Wind ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Nobody puts Patrick in a coffin. Love you Patrick, I will miss the way you were moving your hips. I think you were my first sexual and sensual emotion, I dreamt about you making dance, forever, and well... ever.    ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Affectueusement, Pauline ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ It's was a bubble of Champagne in our cruel summer...     ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Fresh Air ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Freshair.Rosycheek.Helloenglishcountryside  ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Pooing Dough ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Dear diary. It's been a long time I didn't talk to you and I'm very sorry about that. I've been unfaithful to you and I hope you're not too mad at me. Life has been nice lately, the sun was shinning, my heart was glowing, Brighton was sparkling. I had a fish'n'chip on the beach and went to the Brighton Pier, I didn't play at the fun fair because, you know, I'm broke but my boyfriend bought me some doughnuts and it was nice, a bit greasy though but I was fascinated by the way they were making 'em. It's like a machine pooing circle of dough, I found it funny of course, pooing dough mwahahahaha. Sorry. Love you lots, Géraldine    ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Together ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Hope you are all feeling good wherever you are, I'd like to think you're around sometimes, but only when I'm nice, Not when I'm nasty, This is obvious.   ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Une Fille Dans La Nuit ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ "I got a date with the night burnin down my finger Gonna catch the kids dry gonna walk on water Buying out the fight we're sweatin in the winter Both Thighs squeeze tight Choke Choke Choke Choke Choke Choke Choke Choke Choke Choke" YYYS   ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ The Day She Left ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ That was the day she left for the American dream, I remember it as if it was yesterday. Right now she must be dancing on country music, after her shift, in Oklahoma city with ol'farmers, She's a waitress in a diner and her life looks like an old movie, But considering to her last postcard, she's happy. I miss her, I could dance the country with her, I don't care. Really, if it's just about country music...  ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Le Bal ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Le bal du 13 juillet, Paris.  ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Autoportrait ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________   ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Pastel Day ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________             Love from Coney Island, Brooklyn, USA. April 2009. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ |
2009 PART 2
