it's like a breakup forced on us by unsympathetic border guards. all that time we spent kissing and giggling we now have free...

in both your incarnations, particularly the first, the visual cheered me so...

even during the bad times oh god it's turning into a high school yearbook thanks for all those lovely adjectives. i'll hug ...

i mean, you know...

but one is reminded of marx's advice to seize the means of production...

imperfect memories -- nice title, thanks...

ah ben oui qu'est-ce con peut faire? quand les salops se décident... but we can appreciate what we had for as long as we had...

it's always a weird toss-up for the sociopolitical animal...

my congratulations to you both for persevering in the face of institutionalized sadism. oh wait, it's called kafkaesque. it ...

a black eye, a missing tooth, come on, you're an "artist...

who knew...

do you feel up to the task of translating the lyric below...

nous reprendrons la-bas...

& merci pour le < url...

you lured me in to pick a fight? wow. you misread me but don't let that stop you...