I'm just going to say DUDES alot in this dudePOST

ok flaneur, psychogeography, derive. I'm going to think about you guys for a a while. just a bunch of dudes walking down the street. lots of streets in paris. a bunch of dudes who have good lives. they wear nice clothes at eat nice food and drink lots of really nice drinks and say nice words and make nice art with their words and their colors. just a bunch of dudes.

who even reads blogs. I hate reading other people blogs sometimes because I think they're stupid. I hope people think i'm stupid because then that owuldn't be fair. sorry dudes.

So I went walking the other day and I thought about this place that I was walking in. The dudes, Jorn, Debord and Baudelaire and a bunch of other dudes also did alot of walking in france. Most of the time they were probably drunk. And that helped them to think crazy thoughts. Like: what if we could have a community where we could inform the builders of the city to make environments that would inform people to think like we do, better and more intelligently!

"...provide the setting for less mediocre games"

I'm sick of mediocrity too, man.

I wish computers and internet could help us all to think better and make better video games and better pictures and paintings and writings and WHATEVER. food even. Maybe then we would all stop writing such shitty blog posts and making lame drinks and saying such dumb things. no

A few of us dudes here went on a pointless wandering walk. it was to get a few beers for the few of us. but the bar was closed so we couldn't be all Lettrist and Situationist and be drunk dudes flaneuring about the streets in France. Walk the streets, step the sidewalk. say hello t the dog and that cat that likes to lay on the cars that park in the street and sometimes on the sidewalks in the daytime. Today I was WALKING not deriving or flaneuring because I just wasn't.

More importantly I did go out one day with the intention of flaneuring so I'm not sure if that defeats the whole purpose. I'm not some blasé flaneurist. I'm just a girl in Pont-Aven trying to see whats up in the town. Yeah I got lost. but then i came upon a street that I recognized. boom there I was. Familiarity. EASTY. EASY.

bloggin bloggin bloggin. noggin noggin noggin. the new notion of spaghettiist object. Spread soft on cracked spot. the weaves weave through mostly underneath the white labels. walk on monkey arms.

I'm not sure if I really understand what these 'terms' really 'mean'. 'I' know that I dropped 'everything' and came to france and the other day I dropped what i was 'doing' that 'day' and went wandering. I don't think I let go of any 'preconceived' notions of the 'place'. I did see places that reminded me of places that I've seen in my town and in other places i've been, blah blah blah. blah. farms are cool they are open and it feels. the end of the world. terrifies me to walk on into a flat forever land.

machine. get it together blogpost what are you even talking about.