Journal d'un poisson 11 (in english)

Wo ! At five in the morning, I could see the show falling push by some wind. They announce some accuimulation, two at four centimenters with some caca and pee also (?).
My brain in the morning is full of ideas. Percolating.
I need to create even if it is bullshit.
Create and find the Self.
And do some washing !
Our machines don't contain a lot.
But who invented the concept of the marvelous Corn Flakes : Platon ? Socrate ? Einstein ?
- No ! It was the Kellogs's brother !
One was an original, an hygienist.
Bueno, how about my friend Sting ?
What does he do now?
And about the pope ?
Still wearing dresses?
I would hate that !
The pope should alloud priest to get married and let women becoming priest.
It would be good for the business !
How about people?
Everyone has its flaws and its qualities.
To live with someone though is an other question.
There is not a lot of people who can live with each others all the time.
To live alone has its advantages... But one is alone !
Anyways.
I bet a lot of people think I am a weirdo. In particulary in social situation where I find not a lot to say.
Perhaps I am. Original.
Who cares ?
Do I think I am a weirdo? Not really. I am feeling more conventionnal in fact.
Very banal.
Going in a mall in Longueuil, I noticed the painting in a wall, I like the style, an illustrational facture. But I was the only one to notice it.
Or I have the taste to go out and photograph the trees, the birds.
Not everyone is attentive to that.
I guess it makes me more of an artist personality.
Bueno, the Corn Flakes box is a great concept !
And All the colors of the yogurt at the supermarket.
"She dances alone" (Sting).




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