“Ich schieße nicht aus Spaß, sondern um zu töten.” (Kurze kontrollierte Feuerstöße)
Alles hat seine Zeit. Ich schiesse persoenlich meist fuer die Freude.
Don’t forget…“know your target and what lies beyond it”
I agree 100 % with you. To justify my choice not to include that part of the rule, it’s not canonical and, for me, it’s part of the commentary about the rule.
Song of a gun (1) – Des armes, une chanson de Léo Ferré interprétée par Noir Désir.
Guns, nice and glossy,
that you need to carress as for pleasure
that you need to clean often for pleasure
the other one, of which the little girls are dreaming
Guns, blue like Earth
Guns that you have to keep warm in the depth of the soul
In the eyes, in the heart, into a woman’s arms
Guns that you keep inside you, as if you keep a riddle
Guns in the days of hiding
Under the grass, in the sky, also on the paper,
Guns that make you daydream very late while reading
and put some poetry in the speeches
Guns, guns, guns,
and on-duty poets with fingers on the trigger
to put fire at the last cigarette
at the end of a french sentence
bright as a tear
The band is Noir Désir, whose singer is know for having killed his girlfriend in a drunken fistfight and the poem is by Léo Ferré, Monte-Carlo official’s anarchist. It’s mostly about bizarre sexual perversions, resistance to oppression and litterature.
wynfrith hat auf deinen Eintrag geantwortet“It’s probably because I’m French, but “Moms demand action” sounds like…”
For being French-Swiss your commentary on America is strangely accurate.
For the better or the worse I’m exposed to a lot of American culture. By the way, we have the same kind of weasels here.
Netflix has a documentary film of it, if it is the case I am thinking of…
I was thinking something less of a documentary, but more of a very weird movie, beginning like a traditionnal courtroom drama but quickly evolving to David Lynch territories when an animated dinosaur skeleton will answer the questions of the public attorney.
Christine & The Queens – The Loving Cup
I don’t even know what I find this funny.
Guess who still has two thumbs and was tasked to
play with put away in their boxes all the exploding toys of AC/DC (I have really have to thank D. and J. for the excellent experience !) ?
It was really a great concert, and people badmouthing Axl Rose as the new AC/DC singer should just stop – he proved himself worthy of the role.
Anyway, the ladies with the brooms at the end were not part of the show as I thought at first, they were just part of the cleaning team getting ready to work.
After the Pentecost Mass, which we crashed with @descampsdavid for various reasons. I quite liked it, perhaps because I was still slighty drunk after a glass of Orval (for genetical reasons, I’m drunk really fast with the slightest amount of alcohol, but at soon I have reached that buzzed plateau, I can go on for liters and liters of various alcoholic beverages without much trouble), but mostly because the music was gorgeous, with a mad organist doing his best to improvise some incredible erotico-horrific giallo soundtrack but mastering Bach too, and a good choir compensating for the plastic garden chairs and the almost reformed nudity of the walls of the cathedral. If I were able to take communion, I would also have beneficiated from a plenary indulgence.
All the 42000 tickets of AC/DC’s Bern show were sold in less than thirty minutes. What an excellent day !