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In the bedroom, alone, teo’s out filming, bored, sun sets at 5:14, 2:58, memories of the gay club, typical day of the week,
Facebook wouldnt let me post this as my status:
J’m'ennuie des belles artistes-chanteuses interpretes autrices-compositrices raccontrices folk rock indie blues herbe-bleue klezmere jazzée celto-franco-anglo-saxonne-germano-latinne-egypto-japo-gitano-marrocco-mexico, 000OOOoooH! Canada! (regardless of whether or not they were anglo-quebecois that were irish seperatists, montrealers who didnt speak a word of french the kids of the military, the fille from the lac-st-jean, who spent a year in calgâry or the baby boy born franco in tofino the franco-manitoban métis, the franco-ontarian from that small catholic village, the acadian, the seperatist newfie from labrador you couldnt ignore it was happening there) qui hontait les sous-sols du vieux quebec, les nuits etanchées de bière rousse, nos blondes et clair de lune, les nuits blanches, et les lendemains de veilles, le 15h32h abord la crisse de RTC, jusqu’à sein-thug-de-nowhere, les matins, juste avant le coucher du soleil martien, dans les marchés aux puces de Pop, les bazaars de federations ukrainieinnes bizarres, sur st-zotique ou sur st-viateur, à plâce d’youville, st-roch, limouâloue.
Greetings from sunny Bucureşti!