Insane french words...

Rien qu'à te frôler

Juste à y penser

Seulement croire

ou imaginer...

Uniquement en rêver

Amuser ou abuser, une seule lettre sépare ces deux égarements

Un pervers ou un travers

Choix d'envie ou de manque

Voudrais-tu savoir, oserais-tu le savoir ?

Ask me.

J'en deviens fou

Ces regards, esquisses souriantes sans fin

Assez pour enivrer une âme

J'ai repris l'écriture du roman,

nouvelle inspiration, envie d'une suite parfaite

Il t'es dédié, tu t'y retrouveras de bout en bout.

You're like clouds in my coffee..

Ceci n'est peut-être qu'un départ

Sans destination

C'est le voyage qui a le plus d'importance


I am STIEG.


Archive - Love Song : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0VgScmN66sM

Machine and Humans are equals.

No feeling
No fate
No taste
No judgement
No love
No reflections
No respect
No QI
No spontaneity
No smile

I love you, I love you too much, so kill me now....

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VGHw2682kSE - Machines Live Like Ordinary People by BirdPen

I am STIEG.

Millions scars draw your face on my skin.

Why can't you understand ?

I know you're afraid, I know all loves around you are unstable, I know it's difficult to choose.

I just please you to dare, dare us.

I also know that you'll read this. Public-secret message.

One day without more than a smile is a new scare on my skin.

We are so alike, we have so many things in common to share together.

Dare to try.

I've the best love feelings for you,

I am STIEG.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qgVyM9Omgqs - You're So Vain
>This song has been written for you.

If "..." could be "us".

She was describing herself.
She talked about her thoughts.

You love what I love, how I love it, how I consider it.

Like a mirror with a pretty (the prettiest?) reflection. Your reflection.
Like an audience which make one.

I see her shade in my mind.
I feel something in my soul.

Stieg will be happy in the next pages ...

Maybe the happiest. Maybe maybe maybe I hope not. I don't want to be happy. I want to "us" be happy. I prefer think "us".
Don't lie to us, there is something waiting for us.

(Now playing "You're So Vain")

I listen, close my eyes, see her. Lyrics were written for us.

Good night world.

Why did I share this ? No Reason (or maybe one....)

I am "us" STIEG.

Extrait - Ennui, Ghettoïsation et transes.

"Le vacarme cosmopolitain et collectif de la cité m'éveilla, sans surprise, tôt ce matin. L'utilité de cette répétition régulière n'a qu'un unique but, me rappeler à quel point je m'en passerai volontiers. Tonnerre, attentat sonore et répugnance misandre personnelle.

C'est avec une certaine allégresse que j'usa de cette longue matinée, machinalement offerte, pour me replonger dans l'analyse romantique de Rubber (film, ndlr).

Dans quels méandres de la folie me suis-je égaré pour tenter de comprendre l'amour à travers la vie d'un pneumatique ? Comment Célia a-t-elle su provoquer en moi ce sentiment d'onirisme qui fini par ronger mes jours et mes nuits ?

Absinthe, opium, thé , je suis prêt à sombrer, à récidiver."

To be continued..... In my first roman to be released soon.

 I am STIEG.

Urchins Have More Soul Than Us

I will hate you 'til I die.
You, your lies, your hate, your fate.

I cannot say anything more, you're the worst, the dirtiest.

I'll behave violently.

I am STIEG.

Read, Follow, Burn.

Gossip Girl is shit.
Definitely.

I've my nurse dress costume for the next party.

Now, Dark Shadows in cinema.
Depp - Burton - Bonham Carter is the best threesome ever.

Short day at all, write, kiss and sleep.
Don't do drugs, I need it more than you.

Burn after reading this.

I am STIEG.

"Cock it" day

Once upon a time,
In my flying bedroom.
There was a dick, I swear mine.
And one young cute pussy.

It started in a warm bath.
It finished in our warm bed.

We were one. We were free (as the song says).

I miss her breath, her wet secret, her horny pleasure language.

I was looking her eyes, I said "Cock cock cock it", as the song says too.
"Pistol Whipped" was playing by the iPhone.

Born Villain has been entirely played.
One song, one different act, romantic or wild.

I can't wait next Friday, one more night out of hell.
When two makes one.

Dick was a gun in a target shaped pussy.

I am "Cock it" STIEG.

Rain Of Joy

I love when clouds are watering us.
That bury me in my depressives thoughts.
I don't need to escape, I just want my body covered by this sane acid.

The radio is playing "Mamma Mia". Poor existence.

I'll now return to this wet universe.
I miss my friends.
I miss her too.

May I love you ? Without it life is empty of way, full of fear.

I am STIEG.

NB : No way.

Garden Day on a rainy planet.

Nice day-off.
Visit of the biggest belgian green park. I have bought something for my green paradise. Some dark flowers or suspects plants.
Old flemish gardeners meeting, one race apart.
I found some fishes lost between two young trees. I don't know if I love them more than me. Maybe yeah, because of their healthy mind. Surely not mine.
One young cute guy ask me something about fishing, I nearly kill him. You ask why?
Ask me to kiss, to fuck, to be hornier than one agonising couple.

I'm now back, listening to Disangaged, to heal myself.

Sun has killed the clouds. War is over.

Please come back to me, let me love the light you share.

I am STIEG.