Hello World !



As you
already know, I was invited by King Negrito to join the brand new palace of
GritoLand last week, in order to have some good time (special thanks to Ava
for her wonderful birthday !), and take part to an emergency secret
meeting about the worrying and surprising silence of some A12G members last
month. 

Travelling
by plane, I discovered that Brussels airport have the most interminable
corridors I’ve even seen, leading you up and down, left and right, and again,
again and again ; it took me about 20 minutes to reach the exit point, and meet
the royal committee.

King Negrito exchanged precious information
about some temporary hidden Gritos from A12G, and gave me a special mission in
Brussels : I had to activate some hidden international networks based in this European
capital, in order to increase the Gritos level of protection around the world.

The first
place I had to infiltrate was the palace of justice, a very impressive
monument ; it looks a little bit like if a Roman or Greek architect built an
antic power theatre with Stalinian eyes. This is a big, huge, deep rock
building, especially when you’re a little Grito.

I was
introduced to the higher level of secret services, and met a human council of
international investigations. Even if I’m not allowed to publish any pictures
of these secret hidden and secured boards, some of you, people, will recognize in
the following picture one of the secret area entrance, based on some Aztec lost
but powerful technologies.

My next
mission was to infiltrate the Asian network, located in the antique dealer’s
district, downtown. Here, I had to answer to some Chinese enigmas that three
divinities purposed me. As King Negrito already solved these questions in the
past, it did not took so much time to grab the precious and needed following
information : I had to meet some secret Yakuza agents, hidden in the crowd of
tourist.

Again, for some
security reason, I’m not able to show you any of these men and women. But I can
tell you that some of them live in every big cities around the world. This is
one of the most powerful networks I’ve ever seen.

At last, I
had to convince the local Vatican ambassador to work with Russian secret
services. This last mission would not have been possible in the 80’s, but since
CCCP (or USSR) disintegrate, since many churches are quite empty, it’s almost possible.
I had to organize a Russian modern art exhibition in order to cover our secret
encounter, and again, this was perfectly successful.

Reporting
these good news to King Negrito, I could have fun during the rest of my
journey, so  I’ll be glad to present you
some of the strange places I met in a second post about Brussels !

See you
soon !

HelloWorld !

It’s time
now for the second part of this Brussels journey’s coverage. Freed from my
secret mission, I had a few days to enjoy the city, and I must tell you that I’ve
never seen such a patchwork of urbanism, with crazy pieces of things inside...

At the
first look, Brussels is just like a big architectural puzzle. Put all the
pieces of the 3D puzzle of a Nordic city in a box, shake it, open the box, take
a hammer, and force incoherent pieces to match with each-others : you got it.
As you can see on the first picture, it’s not rare to meet middle-age monuments
surrounded by sticky modern buildings. It’s a little bit strange at first, but
you’ll get used to it…

What you
should know, and really should keep in your mind is that many great things here
are behind the walls. You won’t notice the same interesting things by day or during
the night. More than this, there are things that you will never be able to find
if you’re not informed that some typical buildings are not just homes, but nearly
hidden clubs or restaurants. It did not took me too much time to discover a
rare instant of pleasure for any Grito : a real chocolate fountain, in a local dedicated
shop !

I also
wanted to visit two monuments of musicology. At first, the foundation Jasques
Brel, one of the best french-speaking singer I ever know. Then next, one of the most
reputed techno-music place in Europe : the Fuse club, well-known by most
clubbers as a place-to-be if you want to listen and dance to the best DJ sets
in Belgium. For sure, Brussels is a city able to feed any angry music lover.

Take a look
at this beautiful poster ! It nearly impossible to translate, but it says “What
a beautiful day to eat some mussels.”. Hemm…I never woke up thinking things
like that, so maybe I’m to too Psycho for a Grito…

… but as I’m
still Psychogrito, I could find a strange local kind of transport method. Of
course, as these porters were naked and under-Grito-sized, I was not allowed to
use their services in Brussels streets, but it was a cool way to discover some
antique dealer’s shop !

There are
also strange night bars in Brussels. One of them was names “Le cercueil” (the
coffin)… was it a king of gothic place ? It was only opened at night, so I
could not visit the place, but I noticed that they were selling strange
cocktails with very strange and ugly names…

I also
discovered a cool fully-graphed metro station. This was not illegal stuff, but
an official and authorised artistic performance. I was also told that this
metro station hides some rock and electronica music material. My conclusion is
that they really seem to have cool alternative parties in the subway in this
city !

Suddenly, I
felt something strange again. Ouside, something was playing “L’internationale”
(an old communist hymn) in a popcorn machine way. That music was produced by a
van, covered himself with artificial grass ! Why not…

I also
found at night one of the most ancient Grito in the world. Ladies and
gentlemens, I’m really proud to be the first to produce an authentic mummy
picture !

At last, I
helped two lovers to have an happy end. As I was about to leave Brussels, I
found an incredible message on a wall (left picture). It says : “25 years to
tender times can’t be erased in only 15 days… I miss you !”. And guess what ? By
a simple phone call to the secret services, I found that missing lover (she
felt a little bit surprised), in order to transmit her that message. I did not
really understood what was exactly happening between them, but if it helped them in
a way or another…

Dear all,

as a lover of good books and nice intellectuals I want to raise a protestation , a vociferation, a yelling, a fist, whatever you want and that means resisting protesting arguing, anything that means you are not happy.

We know that french people are always well educated - eheh - that they all know the good litterature - ehehe- that they enjoy only the finest art and culture - eheheheh- and that this is why this country hosted Sartre, Foucault, Voltaire, Annie Cordy and even the great Derrida.

BUT, there is a but and this is it :

Negrito: Anytime a book ?

Yes, you do not dream, in Paris, with 2 euros and if you are in the Quartier latin you can get at any time a book, withgout having to go to a library. They want to bring the culture to masses, and what a culture, this is a scandal, they even have some poetry. I mean, I could understand pornographic books, but POETRY ? Who could be mad enough to wake up in the middle of the night, get out in the cold to get a poetry book ? Only a poet could do that, or a real intellectual...so maybe there is hope, there are still some intellectuals left in Paris, and this is a trap, like a mice trap ? ahah, I was sure there was something beyong the surface of things, that all i had to do was to go out of the cavern, to leave the shadows and see the truth !!!!

So I will watch, and I will let you know, because they did not got me, when i looked at it, I just said, "come one that is useless they do not even have french fries in it" loud enough to be heard by all, and I left ehehe...But I'll watch. Parisian intellectuals, you are under the protection of King Negrito !!!!

Kisses to all

KN

NEGRITA LIVE

ALCATRAZ MILANO

24/11/2006

Ohhhh.... Who is she ????

Hello world !

This is
Psychogrito, live from Bordeaux, France. Right now, it's Saturday morning. This
afternoon, the streets will be flooded by masses addicted to consumerism,
enjoying the little economic power amassed at work in five days. Yep... once a week, humans
do not watch TV all day long.

But the
ultimate social event will be the evening, when each city in the world turns into
a big obligated kind of  Meetic/AdultFinder parade, invaded by singles humans coming from far away
neighbourhoods, with one special mission : meeting each other in order to conclude an
expected regular weekly nuptial parade. And you know what ? I’ve just solved an
essential question : where are these kind of humans built.

At first, let’s
consider  the female side... Here is the answer :

Yep, you
got it, it’s a real, not unique but typical blond Factory. In English, this
means “Haircolor workshop – Blond”. Blond is the real name of this factory, and
each girl entering this factory becomes a blond – really ready to enjoy a typical Saturday night.

But what
about the male side ? In order to get the answer, you just need to go to the
local supermarket !

They wanted
to write something like “Best promotion of the week ! Mega tasting of fatty food"... but
in French, it also means - in the text -  “Good ride of the week ! Mega tasting
of crappy boy”.... Yep, you got it ladies and gentlemen, they invented the first nerd male factory, and it’s really a
bigger place than the blond one. This might explains why there are often more basic male singles than female ones !

Psychogrito, live from Bordeaux, a typical small village from France.