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Name: Trent
Birthday: 8/11/1988
Gender: Male
Interests: Surviving and enjoying it.
Expertise: Esoterica, French, snowglobes, skipping stones (but not really), spinning nickels, writing the letter "L" and "F" in cursive, making that clicking noise that the aliens from "signs" make, rolling my scottish r's, quickstepping (not really), taking off my socks, did I mention sleeping?
Occupation: Student
Message: message me
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AIM:  dictateurdumonde
Member Since:
2/2/2004
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Let me begin by saying that the following is subject to revision. The winter plays tricks on the mind and the soul. All that you can dream of is escaping your all-too familiar apartment but to what? Outside it remains a constant twelve degrees below centigrade but feels like thirty below. The earth is dead - not sleeping - dead, only the withered remains of leafless trees remind the passerby that once life thrived on green patches. With so many morbid souvenirs littering the landscape it is hard to escape the feeling that winter does not cease its killing spree at the heated anti-chamber. No, this season has crept its way into our hearts and seems to slow the flowing of blood strangling the warmth from every inch of the body.
But I digress... I shall borrow the words of Paule Verlaine...
Dans l’interminable
Ennui de la plaine
La neige incertaine
Luit comme du sable.
Le ciel est de cuivre
Sans lueur aucune
On croirait voir vivre
Et mourir la lune.
Comme des nuées
Flottent gris les chênes
Des forêts prochaines
Parmi les buées.
Le ciel est de cuivre
Sans lueur aucune
On croirait voir vivre
Et mourir la lune.
Corneille poussive
Et vous, les loups maigres,
Par ces bises aigres
Quoi donc vous arrive ?
Dans l’interminable
Ennui de la plaine
La neige incertaine
Luit comme du sable.
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| though I should like to think that being poor has made me a better person, I can claim no such thing.
I am not finding myself nor am I finding the simpler things in life. I can no longer write, even to myself, my french has died and gone the way of les habitants and as for my arabic, let's just say ليس ممتاز
j'ai presque arrêté de fumer... I can no longer say that I smoke at least one a day because I can go days without one.
living has become far too expensive. certainly I am saving quite a few hundred thousand pennies by going to school in Montréal, but how is it that I am so broke?
time for a permis de travailler..... Câlisse!!!!!!
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ça? ça c'est le Canada.
c't'une photo du centre-ville montréalais.
et c'est vrai.
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