Hotel Life. When all you can see from your hotel is the word hotel, you know you're a serpent eating your own tail. I'm a serpent eating my own tale. Five star hotel life is nice, Hunter S. Thompson style (RIP).
posted by Simona @ 10:39 PM
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Tangier, sometime home to Paul Bowles, Matisse, Samuel Beckett, Brion Gysin, Yves Saint-Laurent, and now, Simona Eva Schneider. Read my tales, however small or tall in serious storybook form. A cinema is in the making here in Tangier with an element of suspense due to an unstable bureaucracy. Will Chaplin and Murnau make their debut this summer in the plazas of Tangier? Will Chantal Ackerman find a Tangerine audience? Only the Tangier Telegram knows.
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- Hotel bar
- Peacocks were pruning at the parties.
- Preparing for the festival...laying down the sand.
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- The festival world--The world of the festival.
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Monday, January 02, 2006
Hotel Life. When all you can see from your hotel is the word hotel, you know you're a serpent eating your own tail. I'm a serpent eating my own tale. Five star hotel life is nice, Hunter S. Thompson style (RIP).
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