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Monday, October 16, 2006

The art and the city


Mr Butthead was a totally articulated artist. Accomplished to the core, he was the kind who would stop in the middle of the performance if a telephone ringed. His approach was scientific like, he had methodology, arguments and discourse. The kind that would show his butt stark naked on scene and make the audiences gasp and clap. The kind that doesn't look the audience in the eye and doesn't show when called once the show is over. I mean, how could you once you make them stare at your butt hole?

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

is all this stuf about le roy? is it overall negative though only misleadingly so? so is it in fact just about yourself?

Anonymous said...

btw, you promised a couple of photos of Bucharest. or should I pick them directly from your picture blog?

monsoux said...

Pichi, you know me the worst, of course I liked Xavier Le Roy. About the pictures, I will do it tonight, promise. Sorry for the delay.

Anonymous said...

Ha! When I said 'overall negative, though only misleadingly so', I meant the exact opposite of the treasure-trove of implications in your claiming on my behalf the title of worst analist of the middledog. If you know what I mean. I mean I was, am and always be right.

Anonymous said...

Ha! When I said 'overall negative, though only misleadingly so', I meant the exact opposite of the treasure-trove of implications in your claiming on my behalf the title of worst analist of the middledog. If you know what I mean. I mean I was, am and always be right.

monsoux said...

Pichi, if anything, you were, are and always will be left. Even it means being right. You know what I mean?

Anonymous said...

It's not only that you think you know what you mean, but even when I don't know what you mean, I surely know what you think you mean. And I mean I think we know this is not taking anyone anywhere. Except maybe me nowhere. So let's not work ourselves into any compromising spar. Let's have either a safe or a nice trip. Hm. Sounds like I just invented another of those old Chinese proverbs I can never apply.