Apocalypse with Cathy

Cathy was playing video games for an hour or two which made any conversation with her impossible. Lying on the couch next to her i finally fell asleep, a piece of her shirt held tight in my left hand. December 20th, 2012… oh yes, we’re all gonna die tomorrow… I jump in the cold water with all my clothes, i won’t catch a cold anyway… the feeling of water slowly getting into my air-filled clothes is awkward. I feel great though…no time, no sound…nothing. Like in a “little death” i let my body drawn until my head goes under the water. After a while i wake up swiftly as i can’t breathe anymore. I look back at Cathy, intensely focused on her video game. We’re all gonna die very soon, yet i want to live until then… and i don’t want to be alone when this happens.

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Poisoned chalice


I went near the lady and she gave me one, saying that if i didn’t take any i would turn into a frog. To that i answered i was already called Froggy. “Because you’re French?” she said. “No, because i’m green” i replied. After this deep conversation she went away while i ate the awful stuff she had given to me. I was feeling ok until i tried to fly off. Turns out that bitch fooled me. I started melting to the ground, spreading myself like a soft piece of shit. My vision got awkward when my eyes split and ran down on my puddle. One eye caught sight of the woman grinning from far away. It was too late to do anything though… Anyway trust me, as soon as i look like a human being again, i’ll get my own back on her!

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ToothbruSh adVentures

Today I removed my toothbrush bristles. That’s the best idea I got to stop my whole family to use it. Once I found my toothbrush in a glass conversing with my grand mother’s dentures. Another day I caught my brother forcing it to clean off dirt from his new snickers. My mother regularly swaps hers with mine when hers dies and my father takes advantage of its kindness each time he accidentally drops his wedding ring in the washbowl siphon. Now my toothbrush is safe and all mine.

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Random Rabbit and Pink Panther

Today i’m angry and sad. The white rabbit that was secretly eating bite by bite my Pink Panther poster (I guess it was jealous: a random albinos bunny compared to the famous elegant Pink Panther…), so that ugly and bothering rabbit of mine left without noticing. It’s been 5 months since we haven’t seen each other and it sometimes visits in my psychedelic dreams. In the last one, Bamby (its name’s Bamby) is having dinner with two friends i’ve been sleeping with, Bob and boB (or is it boB AND Bob? Did i say i slept with them? By the way i’m not sure who these guys are really) Confusing…Anyway, they left already…who left again? God! BACK TO THE STORY! So i was in that huge supermarket, trying some nail polish, which happens regularly (or drying my hair with a hairdryer). Anyway, i was looking for some cheap flight to Moscow Beach when Bamby appeared on a sudden. It then said something like « Eat me, eat me so i’ll be free from this ecCentriC dream of yours, let me freeeeeeeeeee! » Since i wasn’t there anymore i couldn’t help, all the more that i didn’t hear the beginning of its laments. Panthers are really weird sometimes… more when pink.

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Cheetah’s life philosophy

Fighting for…your life:

I was watching this documentary on female cheetah’s life (cheetah, this sound like monkey name for us French… wasn’t it that monkey’s name in Tarzan? If so why calling a monkey a cheetah…I have to watch that movie again and try to understand the underlying meaning of all this) Anyway cheetahs have a tough life, i guess they don’t know about philosophy otherwise the meaning of life would appear quite obscure to them. I guess they know how it hurts to be eaten or to die of hunger, that is why they keep on living (and because it’s sometimes not easy to suicide when you don’t have prehensile hands)

By the way i have no idea why i was talking about cheetah’s life philosophy (and cheetahs are very grateful that we humans have a great brain to write bullshit like this)

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