Aveux

"Il me devait bien son assurance-vie", NCIS

Donald

Canard WC.

Zone de fragilité

(dedicated to Mathilde)
Where I stand, the place I leave with every plane, the place where I go back to, that's one more plane, the place looks the same but it's isn't, in the end, it doesn't matter : it's where there are no blueprints, no how-tos - it's where I lay every night and fall asleep, with a struggle.

OK

"Mais que reste-t-il si quelqu'un coupe le courant
Allumons le A"

Hélène Bessette, Suite suisse

http://universalis-maximus.blogspot.com/2008/11/all-you-can-have.html
(une réponse anticipée... ----!)

Requiem

(for 7 days that I didn't spend at the beach).
In such a week, monday and tuesday have to be tasteless. Then comes along ways to be freed from whatever was the substance of those first days.

Week-end: the word speeks of its own concept. No need to elaborate.

Fakie

Is no switchstance.

Le Gymnase

"fermera ses portes une heure plus tard l'hiver."

On and off

I listened to everything. I changed all your bolts and bearings. But you keep squealing like a haunted castle. I know you have a soul Dude, that's great but I can't tune it.
Yes, that makes me sad too. No, it's not your fault neither. C'est comme ça.