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If E = M6, A + B does not equal Q, especially Fr.2

So like that, we want all explain?
The time n is more surprise, one would be bored, all income, love even, it seems, since France 2 broadcast a weekday evening at dinner time, a docudrama about whose "love" justly, love and its derivatives.
We propose to provide a scientific explanation, biological, neurological, logic, here and so on ... love at first sight, to orgasm, you know where the butterflies and sadness experienced, god knows why, when we find a third person in the bed of our half.
Being in love does no longer suffice, we should now know why.

" Honey, I love you because my neurotransmitters working properly and instinctively, I want to play, then as you have the physical qualities that women look at the man for his little brat since the dawn of time, my Blood is refocusing to dusk to my genitals to keep them warm, that's why I have cold extremities, and that's also when I like, I enjoy, you know? "

What I understand is that I would love you to shut your mouth, that, yes.

I arrive, I put my bag away my shoes and people in my living room, simply gagas, invite me too dry to keep the story in the post. Obviously, I balk because if there's something I do not want to explain, this is what I believe the element of mystery is crucial. Can not explain the mystery. One "no touch" to the mystery. The mystery, if not mysterious and incredibly personal and full of questions and infinite, then everything fout l'camp my good lady. There's more season. So
:
can not dissect it, is not defined, it does not translate, nothing should be elucidated. There was no right to put everyone into the same mold with the same costume on this and, moreover, in prime time. It becomes vulgar.


Except perhaps in times of crisis, unemployment, xenophobia, pandemics and climate disruption is real.

Then a nod, I politely declined the invitation and the couple laughed arguments I offer, since I tint of cynicism and stubbornness. They must find me rigid. Either. It is always better than an F. And then I laugh at other G-spot, honestly.

Yet, here, I freeze; halfway between the kitchen and balcony, in the midst of my not straight and decided, I get caught, if I may say so-by the voice of explanation, and illustration of an erection in infra red.
While this beautiful dance step organic is reduced to a simple blood flow guided by the need to breed, I recall the many ballets in my life, realizing suddenly that I never knew what particular thing So, in addition to this need for birth-had to get up their flags and risking their big differences on my country to be conquered. And why, sometimes I had left my land on moon.
Sweet words, of "you're so this" or "but it kills me when you're it", looks, smiles broken by emotion, shivering at the touch of a distance, the distances to the simple idea of a shudder ... that yes, full, and too often enough, but the explanations do not. It's not.
Never a man looked at me, starting to get my strap and lift her sex, and said "I blood flow to your mucous membranes because you emerges from fertility".
And (although I do not believe in him, I invoke yet) Thank God because I would have disbanded for two.
And two, that's a lot when you learn, then at 20:50 there's only one that counts, if indeed it really matters because that is ultimately what Medicine wanted it to be. But

.

Heu.

Pardon.

Tell me.
medicine and my sex life, sentimental, and playful flirting, what do they know them in their offices?

The docu / drama quickly turns into fiction ass. Pseudo ass, I mean. We forget
generated images on the saliva, it seems, flows when we kiss, leave room for the writer and the plot, if we can, both, call them. I note that despite the time, no warning "recommended for children under 16 years" appears. And this is normal since the programming director of France 2 itself said it was also made for 10 year olds. (Yes I just followed the unfolding of history, I do not hide any longer).

The brats can therefore understand where to spend the orgasm, it is great, the people who were previously preoccupied by their own satisfaction, we the stun of the others.
No warning "not suitable for under 16 years," said I, certainly because everything is a matter of pleasure and love is here as a vulgar husked frog biology classes. Those are the testicles, and then blood, then: hope of life here: the rapid heartbeat ... leaving no room for doubt, excitement, true, sensuality, may be missed, and something a little dirty, throat rattle, and essential, something indefinable and principle, refuses qualifiers ... So they can before the dinner program because very soon, the protagonists of the documentary said fit into the mold that I refuse because I bullseye. As the dress of a friend too wise. Or too perfect, too. I feel cramped and then it smells musty.

is allowed young people to 10 by what happens ..

On France 2, at lunchtime, when families gather in front of the screen around the table to not talk in the eye, it happens that:

The woman ends up crying in a doorway cochere, prohibited, mute, paralyzed by these feelings, ouhlala are too strong for such a small thing. Obviously, she wipes her mascara because in his great sadness, she does not forget that it must be presentable.


It happens that: Mr.

hand with his guitar under his arm. (Yes, Sir is a musician ...) Tired of the whining and decided to do things far more important as the melody that will change the course or to provide world groupies packet.

And it happens that they get married.

The woman has forgotten his immense sadness and the man has not changed the direction of rotation of the planet. Groupies have gone home, the price of world too.

Oh good, then that's it, man? That's the woman? AC is "man + woman"?
And tell me, you who keep talking about progress, and future advances in all directions ... what year is it? I'm lost.
I mean
we are in what century, there?

Do I send my husband to hunt mammoth, him concoct a favorite dish from his childhood, or simply act as if I was not interested in "the thing" while offering him my body star-de-mer on which he satisfy his desire to re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-produce?
And him? Him? it is in a quagmire far more insurmountable than we do. Should he hold me
while surreptitiously directing me toward the oven where the grub waiting for? Remove only the bottom of my pajamas when he influx of blood? Or love me only when I walk away to another mammoth hunter best lest the hunter is better than him and he provided me valiantly protects most of all the dangers of this ruthless world?




There, no computer graphics, no 3D, no interviews of m. the scientist to explain this turn of events simply nonsense. ------ We are not going anyway not explain why you are taking for fools, so they sold for 2 hours as scholars who would you explain the mystery. We bump us while you wait as time passes, you, behind your outdated CRT, band of Catholics who are unaware, not even cap 'to afford the plasma .------ -

The couple in my living room does not mufti. I decide to adhere. Who says nothing consents.

course the 10 year olds can "see" them and all the others, those still in the womb, like it is for them too. Come just small ones, as they say pigeons in Luxembourg. It is a program that is incredibly humanistic there to do good. To assist the happiness which, as everyone knows, needs it, and help of crutches. On alibis perhaps. Those in the womb and those not yet certain, defined, definite, and those waiting in the labs to take off in vitro fertilization for women, because they can not, do not want that. And those in vico, both those in silico than done, let's insane. Welcome. France 2 has prepared a very cozy room, then hide under the sheets.

Those in vivo and those in vino, however, is less certain. AC is on.

Do not just watch, pigeons darlings, but listen, drink, soak up that.
You are only there, things that have not yet true puberty or buying potential but soon you will come, so do not forget: Make

children. Copula for a result. Not without reason. Especially not for pleasure. We just explain it to you. Take a little shit what. Your desire is the desire to give birth to mini you who want to buy bigger houses and have more expensive cars and make children more febrile excused by the biggest diseases. Fun, not. It is irresponsible for the pleasure. So here, take a loan to pay you a 3 bedroom. And if you ever forget you are thankless parent-to pass the good word, do not worry, we're here, we'll look after you, they let you down. And if madly, you wonder "but because, uh ... why?" , then remember:
Because you are like that. All. Produced, manufactured, created like this, all alike, all for the same life, everyone: family, children, home, credit. And count on us again soon after Species Odyssey and the Odyssey of the Iliad will love the ostrich, be patient.



I am perhaps a bit unnerved. Possible.
I just wonder: during or after this program, how rushed to their neighbor to check the crazy beat of their hearts during the erection wanted to leave his warriors speak of sperm? And how eventually chained to the 2nd slot TV, comfortably seated at the back of the sofa, with the program which would explain with a true story of land:

"why the deadly raging" and



"How many rapes go unpunished"
?

You must be afraid. Afraid to feel alone. Now, it's late, tomorrow you work, then turn off the TV, but do children do in the open, without much pleasure, because it's dirty, fun. Make full, full, full of children. To never be alone. Among others. Never have time to think, either.


Is that "how and why do we fall in love" was a yet another educational program, as a topic on the war, famine and melting of sea ice, as families watch and forget, wondering again who wants the gratin of pasta. It goes in one eye and it shows by the other ear? Why

and, due to slipping-tone on a banana peel? Is this the fault of the steward if you find yourself on the plane next to an ex? Evenings where we do not want to go and where they will eventually have to be permanently filled with types that have been made Trafalguar? Should we always ask "?" Instead of those who impose their "."
All that bothers me.

I am certainly very excited. It is quite possible.
Regarding "other," I stopped trying to convince the "audience" they are, I am also, as it is in one way or another what we are reduced - to feel concerned, it did not seem to interest them, all that, children who were dying of thirst out there as they left the water running here, their fashionable sneakers on the feet while the others were making to knees. Either. Either. Either.
And I say three times "or" parcqu'une time is not sufficient to translate the cessation of my ... renunciation. Front of their selfishness.

SELFISHNESS precisely.


And Blowin ti not like being used on the most personal, internal, confidential and unique out there and they all agree to adhere to that, an opinion out of a production company that has felt the seam of a mass of an era as they say. And all to yell to the genius with a lot of "it teeeeeellement CAAA!" I accentuate vowels to communicate the excitement.

Then the selfish they are simply stupid?

beasts to eat hay?
Beasts worse than their feet?
Beasts receiving slaps?
Pleasure and Sex and love are not they just as subjects of Docus? I'm upset

.

Is what has been said that during what they called a "sex" he arrived at the best of us to practice the positions that were not in the sense of procreation?
All the people who make love do not want children. I put my fertility to be cut, with my hands.
If I like someone's sex in my mouth and mine in his, I'm not hearing that you counted, France 2?
you, besides, you do not have sex in your mouth? At least prevent you from saying stupid things larger than the audience you'll obviously have, band TV channel?
How is it possible today to accept that talks about sex without talking about that light?

Well, I'm not nervous, I'm worse.

When I got "taken" by the voice, I felt no welfare. Neither before nor behind. We explained to me why saliva rushing and why the hair stood on end but I was not told why the pleasure was irregular, surprising, and a whole person. Unpredictable. No scientist has been able to say why the first chords of Radiohead made me want to love everyone, why all Bowie reinforces my desire to love someone. Why Leonard Cohen took pleasure in all contradict and, why, why, I even tried to forget everything in the arms of someone who is not the father of my children since I do not want. How is it that someone comes, then it was not planned and that its smile pin badly with the malice of our eyes.



Who decided that when this young man kissed me here, here and not elsewhere, it was like Bowie and Radiohead and even Brenda Lee with some Fante and Faust as an one is there, all together, all disagree, but disagree in the same place. ?
And that, I did not know if I had no desire at all, or too much, everything.
Who decided that I was not exceptional, me and everyone who said I was. I'm exceptional. I am for myself, and that every day, and it is the least of it.

I know the number of hearing of the said issue, I regret that. I rarely regret anything, it is the case today. I
. There. There, I deplore. It and many other things.

Secretly, secretly, because it is always better-I hope that those who exploded the score of this hearing DocuL have chuckled and also dragged on Arte, a month before, after the " connnais not Hitler ... "as they thought they could find me, again, again, something interesting TV. There are some things even a little living and true, sensory, in this screen, and, for once, nothing to say, this program there was not that sensory precisely. It was so in the spine connected to the rest of the toes to the end, passing not only the clitoris pornography could get dressed. For once. She so loves to walk naked.

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A sits on a couch, 5 minutes with you.

so I do not share the view that we would that what our children and our education have made us, and I find it simplistic, crude and approximate this opinon. It makes me curse.
I say stuff like "pffff" or "rholala" or "...( sigh )...( grimace )..." when someone, even someone I like, is expanding into the psychology of a dilettante.

I disagree.

I wish above all to be much more. And it so happens that I have enough confidence in me to believe that if my body is made of 60% water, my soul is framed to 75% of what I put.
Many of its 75% are influenced obviously by my childhood, as we should say, and the many injuries that during recess or acne account, but later - and more time passes, these three quarter do not look like me finally to me. The rest, I'm with.
I can not only be the result of the coupling of two people, two genetic containers, which would have made me two tutors modeled as a paste what being modeled. Because then they would themselves, the two culprits, as the result of the other four, above, in the tree. And so on.
So we would never end and no one would ever know. Yet every day, just proves the contrary.

My childhood marked me on the forehead among others, a nice scar and everywhere else, but great memories of blackout too. Before my 7 years is as if I had not been there, there's nothing in my diary, neither I nor anyone else, dazzling white or torn pages, even; memory half-mast as the flag of a country bereaved or sex of a man who drank too much.
Okay, after replaying the famous madeleines Proust and all we saw hanging in the libraries of country houses sold since we did not play, there are sometimes blurred images that land and leave us a little dazed, in shock, still as hungry for brushing.

These brackets here does not define me. They are like breaths between breaths held, to subdue a hiccup, they do not draw my outlines, only after a mini mini mini core part of the mini me. And everyone knows that the pits, it serves no purpose except to be spat at for a place or person, we hope, for that matter, achieve. This sort of thing amuses ordinary mortals, if so, I swear.

Maybe it would have been easier, however, to remember everything and not be a cocktail of memories but that's not the case, and there really is not much here low, categorically simple.

I even set with, but also against all this, what was supposed to be me. There are a lot of things I did not want, sulking at the idea of integrating them into my identity card as having a sweet date. Besides, I never liked sweets. And it's no family, that. Include their cavities, you'll see.

I know exactly where I am coming from. Just as I do not know either so I come. And in the meantime, I walk.
One day I saw a shrink. I always loved it, the shrinks. There is something unusually foolish more crazy among them than among us is like reality shows, it reassures us. "Phew, I'm not there, there's worse, much worse , much worse me." And we blow, just relieved to be just a little lighter in the middle of most people badly attacked.
They work to heal the soul, as modern confessors, that's how they earn their living while they may themselves be in distress and no one will reach them, or just a glass. We share nothing with them, we unpacked, we run our stuff, it pours, it is, we are alone with them, but who cares, yet they are human, they live with their-lungs-their-hearts-their-anatomy-and-their-parts-genital and this is the whole point. Otherwise, keep all his money and talking to a wall.
Who does know when he leaves with his psychiatrist, if what he said did not upset.


thousand times I dreamed that my therapist decided to change his life after saying goodbye. By cutting the bridges and taking a ticket to the end of the world. In trying to find a knowledge of youth with whom he had never taken the first or any other not. By opening the gas. I dreamed a thousand times that. I was surprised many times to see them open up, an hour behind the door, while secretly hoping upheaval. Their deaths maybe, so what?

"Miss, Mr X is not of this world, the funeral will be held on such a day"
"Miss, Mr X has ended his career as a psychoanalyst to finally pursue his love of hard rock."
"Miss, Mr X was a bad pass, it had to be interned.
I think certainly that what I am saying is upsetting for m'atendre to what they are upset. Yes. Actually, yes.
And besides, if I do not regard as such, the stuff I tell this fool that is passed to side of his life, so I would not go see it.

One day I saw a shrink. As I skipped most classes, as my associates are
heading inevitably towards less frequent, as my transcript was exhausted, as the woman who had put the world had always been first in her class with 3 years in advance, he took her to worry for me and, in turn, relegates. It's like that, one day, teachers, guidance counselors and parents make their aprons. It's what they say, because the truth is they only lend the apron. At a very
autorisé.
En l'occurrence, mon premier psy. Il était donc dorénavant en charge d'un bout de tissu à rendre sans tâches de sauce ou d'éclaboussures de tomates. Il devait se douter de tout ça et avait accepté sa mission en connaissance de cause perdue.
C'est parce qu'il connaissait ma mère, et que sa fille était au lycée avec moi (et que, entre parenthèses, il lui aurait fallu beaucoup plus de psys que la terre ne peut supporter) qu'il s'est proposé de me recevoir.

Je me rappelle le premier rendez vous, je m'étais pomponnée. J'allais pas à la boulangerie quand même, faut pas déconner, j'allais raconter ma vie à un type qui avait studied to see if it was as it should, my life. So I put my hair in a bun very well bred and traded my shirt rock singer died of overdose or soon murdered by his wife against a white shirt that my father had forgotten.
With my sleeves too long and the hair finally rebels who struggled to get back on my forehead in honor of the icon t-shirt neglected above, I checked my hand on the floor written in ballpoint pen.
Good.
It has backfired.

Soon enough, he saw that I had a bunch of stuff to say, so soon enough he told my mother saw the packet of stuff I had to say, it would be better, much better and more professional than I look (yes he said "consulted" when I was 15, when I tell you they are absentmindedly) a colleague who would be paid. He had just one to advise me.

My mother made dumbstruck. I put the words in the plural because I want to emphasize that his astonishment was enormous. But I also note in passing that no one has seen a fried whiting is the eyes.

She even said

-Someone who would be paid ... you mean ... (she blushed, I was not there but I put my hand fire even if you've never seen either a person who was wrongly put, for real, his hand in the fire) you mean ... better than you?
-... Better than me? Ie?
-Well, better, finally, that 150 + FF the session? (it was clear I was young, let alone my wrinkles ).
-150 francs But what are you talking about?
-Hmmmm, well those that each of your meeting is worth. (she said "is" instead of "costs" because she is a diplomat and in addition she studied sociology, pharmacy and law and with 3 years in advance , Like I said earlier ).
Manon-free finally comes! 150 francs of which you speak?

Here, oddly, my mother realized soon enough.
And pretty soon, too, she recorded the number of times I went to see "free" this gentleman and asked her, "handsomely," enough to pay the thing.

Hmmmm, 150 francs multiplied by 8, it hurts the pocket money of a liar who bought through him, cigarettes and cigarettes but also worse. I had to repay. So, I resold the worst cigarettes to all those who do not yet know precisely the price.
But all this has meant that there Upstairs in the family tree, there has been a nonchalant and contemporary "Why not make him see a psychiatrist" to the anguished "You're not a shrink? a super shrink? a shrink really kind uh .. . my daughter's going away, I found a good psychiatrist really super. "

So we found a good psy-super-real. The parents of directories that are full of such contacts.

My mother told me he wanted to scam, and he, he was keen not to hear too much from her mouth to her. He said "You want to be seen in the week? Perhaps I can find you one hour on Wednesday, between 15h and 16h" and my mother, through its studies, three years ahead and the fact that she is the person most incredible land, said "Thanks, no."
In this sense, not the other.

One day I saw the psychiatrist, but I was a little anxious. It was a Thursday. It annoyed me because Thursday was a day that I liked. It revolved around breaks, hours of holes, as implacably say hypocritically, and during which I had long ago decided not to go. By late afternoon, I had to go organic dried coffee to focus on my next appointment. Bio. No but honestly. A course on the anatomy of frogs or reproduction Humans do not really would have helped, let's be honest.
I liked also on Friday, I was more dunce but then at the forefront. We ended the week and we started later by the French courses, conducted by hand mapitre my adoptive mother. Follow the English course. Follow the course of physical expression. I started all this by a "worst cigarette", and at 17h, when the bell saying "it's good, go home strip idlers" I, for once, I could give a tour with pleasure.

I knew if it was an appointment or a score. Was it necessary that I show that I was "good" or that I let the evil villain speak on the couch.
Well, I rang, and then it opened. Until then, I was pretty disappointed, I thought it was very normal stuff. Even the stairs to reach the 3rd floor, were a terrifying normality. And then he opened.
Good.

I produced so much stuff in my head about her thoughts and sentences overlapped up there. And, in fact, it was stuff / thoughts not great.
Bulk:

it's ugly, dowdy, it would be incredibly old bonus? type 35, what is it that this table and this framework outrageously golden?, I do not like me as he shakes hands, like no one shook my hand anyway, but it could not not put the waiting room farthest from the entrance while he is there, like this nice thing is that men in the remote room atttention, why there 's an unlikely assemble magazines such as Gala and Psychologies, nothing has meaning, it's already my turn?, yes, but not I want to go heavy now that I launched in things Zarb, which is pretty trucmasculin want, I want to see my mother, I change this table and this framework, not a little boy.

Mademoiselle, you prefer I call you by your first name or I call you Miss Troppo, I vous you or I tu?
-Ok, uh, I thought it was me who asked the questions really.
-What questions?
-Bah I dunno, it's your job. Stuff like "how you feel is what you are still in love with your father / your childhood memories they occupy much space in your day," What all this all this.
-Your childhood memories they occupy much space in your day?
"You made me upside down there, right?
"I do not know how you feel?

One day I went to a psychiatrist and another day I read a book. Was incredibly strong and extremely lifelike. In the similarities and sensations so.
I wish I had read this book before seeing the psychiatrist.

Why is what I would do it in reverse?
-No but I lists what you might say and you take one of my sentences ... pfouh, forget it.
-Okay, you want to sit on this chair Manon?
"I prefer you call me by my name.
-Okay you want ...
-Not very comfortable this chair. In the movies it looks cool.
"It is always cool in movies.
"You have not seen Deliverance.
-Indeed, no.
And you claim you shrink? You have not seen Deliverance and pretend you shrink?
"I will look.
-No no no, hey ho. We will not leave the patient who advises his shrink films, please.
-As you wish.
-Brief.

Its chair, true, was not so bad. A club, brown, who had lived and whose arms were beginning to Peloche, as I say Lepied not know why I wanted to criticize when I criticized the first thing that came to hand. Not that I sit on my hand, but you see. Anyway, the French expressions are tall. (He who has already slept standing up his left hand in the fire because he had his tongue when the cat is away the mice will play and file teeth under the pillow on which you sleep, of course, our two ears but then with a lot of flexibility).

-In truth, I told you that your chair was not comfortable but there's worse.
-You feel so good?
"Well, uh. I'll go that far.
-You would go up where?

I make a weird grimace there, and I answer in my head anyway "to the end".
Wait, you will not give me the shot bounce off each of my sentences, though? No because I expect a little more from you. You expect
-.... ...
-AND DO NOT ASK ME WHAT I EXPECT FROM YOU.
Why not?
-Because then it is I who am doing all the work. And in this case is that you pay me to finish. He made a grimace
weird there. He must also think about things.

"Listen, I'm here, I am not even sure why. Because my mother is concerned I enjoy + + we can talk for hours. But if I go in saying you're a big whack + I am not amused = you never see me again.
-That is what you want from me?
-...
-If indeed you were expecting something from me ...
Yes exactly ... bah
Exactly?
"I'd like, as I told you, you do not have your reply as my sentences, it depresses me when you do that.
"I do not do it again.

I know if I believe he has not even promised on his mother's head. He tinkered with stuff. I hate when people with whom we live, the air of nothing, some complicity tripatouilllent stuff you can not see.

"I would also like that you do not mess with stuff that I can not see in your drawers.
-Pardon but I'm in my office and I ... "Tinkering" as you say, what I want, Mademoiselle.
-Ok. That's true. You score one point. At the same time, I stopped counting so you're grounded.
-Oh because it's a match? Ah
because you believe that it is not life a game?
And how much would it then?
"I had not called back to start my sentences on your tip for supposedly define me. But since you ask me: it is 1 / 12.
-Ca does not exist.
-Finally you take a stand!
-What do you fear?
-Ouhla!, You take too position.
- You do not want to tell me or you do not know?
-... You know, whatever things I fear, including the ones I do not know, there is one that frightens me over-all. And you'll ask me why.
-If you want to give me, yes.

"Assign" is a word that sounds nice and then I decided since my biology classes to start with that, so yes, I trust.

"I do not really know if what we're doing has meaning, and wait, I see you react, do not interrupt me, I do not care if it is meaningful or not, but I wonder if this a result. And if it has a result, I know that I do not want.
-...
"I do not want is to say: I refuse to know me completely. You never know, as I see you, you not pay mine, but you may be a magician, so I do not want to trick out one day and by knowing exactly why I like being alone when I am expected and why the sound of a scooter the streets at night plobe me more than you can imagine, I do not know if I did not like how they changed my diapers and why the little ugly in the corner of the court made me want to move mountains in the idea of protecting the wicked rascals. I already know why global warming is the greatest sadness that I have never worn and I do not want to hear one of your adjectives on this feeling, I know I can do better, give me the opportunity and forget what is sad and disgusting but I begin to understand why I'm never going in that direction, too ... also, it is not you going to do any of that a patient record. And I'm counting on you, I ask you not to make me a drawing with lines connected across this because explaining it.
-...
"I am finished.
-I.
"You are caught off guard there? A little-
yes.
-Tell me why, soon.
I want him to remain in his emotion, it goes faster in these people.
-Usually, people come because they want something they do not. But you just say anything you would not.
-...
-So, okay. I take note. And now I know what you want.
-We'll have to reconsider.
-Ca is not yet 45 minutes.
-I prefer to see the time remaining until the next time. It takes time every two to digest it all.

--laughs-I do not like your laugh of contempt, am I right?
You are right. See you next Thursday at the same time. And longer.
East would it be possible to see on Friday instead?

He said yes. The great people always say "yes" when they know the impact that could have their "no". The great people always say yes, in general, not because a share has always an impact.



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Clean it up!

Here we respect the rules! So if your four-legged friend has let himself go (especially if you let go do not collect), a small sign is placed near the object indelicate to point out that the owner must take responsibility!

Most grassy lawns of the colleges are prohibited from placing a foot of mere mortals but if you are a fellow, senior fellow see you have the right to trample the lawn of your college .... So the gentleman here is probably a fellow, but a plastic bag as a satchel, what depravity!!

Ps: thank you to my personal guide who took the pictures.

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Happy for no reason, happiness without warning.
Joy, perhaps more modestly.
Happiness is a big, big word, do not be vulgar for no reason, it shocks the children, the elderly and the virginal ears, which is far from my intention precisely because it is with the virgins the elderly and children that I feel connected as by the influence the cosmos. Cosmos that would suddenly decided it would be my turn for a moment of intrigue, to find that piece of sky beautiful, marveling at the sweetness of life in early May, will distribute my incredibly gaiety, since my bundle, the needy.
Just for you my good lady.


Ouhla and then you, with that ugly head, he should not worry too badly. Take it. But if, for goodness sake, take it, I swear, you can not decently miss such an opportunity.

galore Distribute freely, careless of what remains for me because I do not care: anyway, I produce, I secretes is a bottomless pit of smiles and brotherly hugs my body and my heart abound.

But I'm not really me. Because I'm really not like that.

One has to ask a filter on my retinas or install blinkers on the corner of my temples. I do not tell me not to say that it will not last and that I will profit a maximum before the spell does not rise or falls, instead, on another lucky. This is the secret of my joy: time slips on me as if he was never going to damage the dimples of my lips curled into the future. A

nothing can make me switch to the other side, dark, and getting back into the stark reality. In the gray sky that has invaded and which agrees with the zinc roofs of the city, and my eyes, perhaps. An early walk
evil, a door that I closed in my face, a look at my bank account. Opportunities and banana peels are not lacking, but I miss the account, finely miss them without making noise or giving them any kind of value, ignore them, really. Ignore copiously until tomorrow which is just another day, it seems.
And tomorrow, I promise I will make drunk with you in the subway, I get angry the phone against the incompetence of counsel EDF, I plague in the supermarket queue and I will cut index with the vegetable peeler where it bleeds we knew damn well we had not much hyperactive vessels here. Even if it requires to do so much good will.
I will do it, ok, but only tomorrow.
Juror, I will be, as my usual, execrable wake up until noon and not convenient. After that, it is better not to get too close because hunger will begin to rack my mood. Phase of digestion, I have not much to say and then I sleepiness, suddenly your meaningless words to me weary ears. At 18h, strangely, I felt the beginnings of the first meeting of the day to see all these rednecks stick together in cars to return to their soaker furnished so you do not miss the rediff 'a series of police force. At 20h, finally, my first smile happen with my first glass of wine. Afterwards, I was a 2nd boierai and I go back about my miserable life on a blog, or until I boierai Burgundy or dry and I wake up so if I wake up with a head that would combine the main features magically seal and those of Mickey Rourke, to about.


Which is not to improve my mood, which, as I have said, however, did not need that.
So let me play the happy until tomorrow.

meantime, please do not bottle the route from my little cloud.

I'm there for anybody.

-maispastrop-