Alright... shabby, little room but nice people.
As soon as my notebook is online they shall see some images...this town, she is beautiful.
memo: remind yourself of telling them all it's all right...cya

Phrase Of The Day:
''Sir, can I see your passport please? Yes, I'm talking to YOU, Sir!''

re-launch, this is version 2.0


good night and good luck!

they also took my copy of THIS GODLESS ENDEAVOR
grind them bastards, grind...

cars, people, burglars...20 minutes out of sight and here we go.
glad the french policemen understood my broken diction.anyway, 3 windows broken, car radio stolen, money stolen, my digital recorder stolen, clothes - talking of all my fucking t-shirts, pants and sweaters - stolen, camera bag stolen, books stolen, keys stolen, adress book stolen, university stuff stolen, ferry gone, obviously.
2 a.m., nerves down to nothing, caffeine approaching toxication level, adrenaline beyond any healthy scale...

SEEK AND DESTROY! FIND THESE BASTARD SONS OF HELLWHORES, GET THEM BY THEIR IMPURE TESTICLES AND GRIND THEM TO HELL AND BACK TO THEIR PIT!
MAY THEY EAT SHIT, CHOKE ON THE MONEY, FUCKING DIE SLOWLY AND REEK AND THEN RETURN AS ZOMBIE SLAVES SERVING FOR MOLESTATION BY THE OLD FUCKING MAN DOWN THERE HIMSELF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





my darkest hour, you say?
bring it on motherfucker...

slightly nervous.
will do.
farewell!