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Hands up hands up-the-heart.

I read more, write more,
films have more colors and conversations are tasteless.
The cold only makes me graze. When you push me, my body receives the blow and bends, indolent, under the impact of the shock without really realizing it. Not regain my rhythm, and continue. I further insult these people.
I wanted to kill them before. I turned back and grabbed their arm serving them, the air as possible shrewish " You push me because you think it makes me happy or because you have no common sense? You want me to show you how it feels? I shake them up- and apologize if I go without, you want to know how it feels? "and I left without excuse, then. Because
good. It was about two minutes. Sure they never shoved anyone, at least.
It took me a lot of time these regulations into account.

I explained to the server that there was a good chance he sees his tip to shrinking if I used my coffee after 15 interminable minutes flipping me half on his knees on a table that was deemed unworthy to be cleaned. When a seller
surprised by my refusal to buy a sweater that he had finally made a hole by removing the lock, I asked him if he, he would have bought. I was involved in life, something strong.
If I answered that he was laughing and had to go elsewhere, I took a few minutes, yet, to ask him if he was happy to work like that, not if he thought that 'being kinder, more often he can be loved.
I was in life, while in the middle, drowned, clinging desperately to the idea that in fact, basically, people are inherently good. Necessarily. And he had to try.

For whom I took?

No, it's not the point: it was not over confident in me, in great sage philosopher, scientist in preachy, as I approached the crowd. It was little idiot, convinced that it was false false arch, all this talk of old who was not only regrettable their time but also we predict our own chaotic. Sometimes even they dared them to want us to be laid.
Ca, I was exhausted. And above all, I wanted to prove.
That was their fault. And with a little determination ... everything. That the disrespect they received was up to the bitterness that emerged and saved me from myself, because I let a chance to people.

" Ha! I told you, people are nice, life is beautiful, the war is finished and the water does not wet the old reaction! "
" Nananèreuh , perhaps even a bonus.

I took myself for nothing then. I just took
hope. Hostage, locked in the cellar, and I did not want him to go away, ever, and it becomes real simple. Soon.
I petted every day a little more, not wanting to understand that he did not like the prison that I had made. He had not got all day, wait. Had to disappoint in full, full, full of others. Approximately 6 billion at the time.

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And metaphors began bored.

The French teachers did not understand that we prefer to dry their way to write tramps with whom we laughed we took the opportunity to steal coins in the pockets, I was hurting the boys I liked, and y ' always had a documentary where they killed animals just for coats that are like we are rich.

Hope has narrowed its field of action at once.

I came to believe more in the whole world.
I fell asleep thinking that somewhere, they killed a woman. That perhaps we drove up to the vice bury proportion to the seriousness of his crime, thus giving him the opportunity to not prevent the stoning, instead of does not prevent the stoning.
I heard the neighbor who was crying after drinking all his beer. I think sometimes the supermarket, I took my head in my hands when I saw him drop on the treadmill dozens of cans, perhaps hoping that no drinking, and recrossing the next day by buying the same amount . I could not save him.
He was never love anyone.
I was useless. I was
never save anyone. I was wondering
if he bought all the beer because it was useless, too.
And he could not even save himself.

Hope has lent his way to anger, to see. Hey, c'mon, installs you, I've warmed the chair.

anger me exhausted.

Even those who knew me from still does not understand, they said all the time " which is what you mean?? "with lots of question marks in his voice and eyes bulging.
As if I knew myself. The tremolo
their misunderstanding so I crumpled that I ended up not loving them, them, who did not share my rebellion. And that either they have not understood.

I kept my rebellion warm while I cringed, I was furious for a paper thrown on the ground, I took the trouble to explain, I reduced my vocabulary to "back!" For short, I had more enough saliva to explain, and if I had launched into one of these tirades that my adolescence had exclusivity, it would have taken me to tell them how much I hated them for making me someone who began to understand what "the old reaction" told the world about them, myself. It was their fault.
And I've never done because I began to understand that I would not have been able to hear what they would have said: that was the least of their worries.
I understand also that it was all my fault than theirs.
Well, that stuff not very pleasing on the whole.

http://www.worldometers.info/ again, and it has worsened.

Some of my cronies were still cut their forearms to be sure of being alive when I avoided at all costs to dwell on the fact that I felt much less fear of realizing that I was almost dead.

One morning, a teacher of letters had virtually closed the door in his face. In the positive sense, ie, to keep me in the room, not to exclude me.
I had this failure to reach always the last to leave and not further ahead, the few times where I came from. Easy as child's play when, for adults it was blocking half the woman within me in his den. I remember the room no longer had the same smell when one would be left alone.
At least she had one.

- I'm not the kind of moralizing.
- I noticed. But your introduction is still scary. - I never gave advice. Or even orders.
- I would say the opposite ...
-? I have given thee?
- No, I mean, I would say the other way. You never gave orders. Or even advice.
- It is true indeed. But why would I built this phrase in this sense?
- To emphasize how cool you are.
- Do you think I'm cool?
- Got never asked, but how you trap me with your sentences, and the intro that you make a draw ear while pretending that you do not do it ' is better if you make a sentence in the other direction, in my opinion. As it is the opinion of a person cool. Kind. And that neither of morality nor orders. All that stuff.
- I'm not sure that the verb "trap" exists, but I see where you want to come and ...
- ... Oh no! I'm getting nowhere huh. Now or never. It is you who traquenardée in the room to lecture me and give me orders, I have asked for anything.
- Manon ... - ...
- I feel that you are wasting time making them.

Too bad, it's the last thing I wanted to hear. Even if I had done my malignant, so "it made me not, I would not have," I expected it, it makes me and she me. And now she fell into the big sign "Attention drop shots."

- I lose not taken, you see nothing, I let go . You do not get the nuance. As such, you do not deserve to listen to your moral one more second. If it's to tell me not to do it anyway, it's too late. And if it's to tell me it's wrong, then you become a not-cool. And if it's to cheer me ... If it's to support me, your cynicism disgusts me. You're screwed. Traquenardée you alone. Yet I wanted to let you a chance. Seriously.

And as she slammed the door, I see no reason why I, who obviously did show more gumption, I would not have the right to do so, the result, I did, here. In the negative sense. Ie, by excluding it.

Yet she did say something, the reopening, not bitter about my echoing in the corridors.

- You're not one to give up.

I understand it, I did not feel like giving up anything. Maybe my imperceptible shrug of the shoulder has brought to insist.

- You are not disillusioned. You never will.

It made me a peak into the body when she said that. I know exactly where. Surely everywhere, nowhere at once.

-Ha, disillusioned! Super ... It is further necessary that I was deluded, j'vous reported.

I had not yet found she had vouvoyée for the first time.

- You are neither disillusioned nor deluded, you love people, I really think you want to love, and essentially is to try and explain it well, they will agree, again, everyone always wants to be loved.

I slowed down. Not that his words spoke to me, but I know she gave me lots of it, I thought. I had to listen.

- you could tell me to meddle with what concerns me. And yet you want to let me speak because you love me. You should not give up. You must remain a child. You are a wonderful child.

I suddenly realized she was saying "you .

- You have vouvoyée to tell me to stay a kid. You are a great teacher, but seriously, do not you convert to shrink. Because you'd be zero. She had

vouvoyée. I was fucking, adult, responsible, crimson.
I like it now, maybe even try to prevent others to grow.



Giving up ... What an idea. Still I keep records for dancing, partying, order another drink, hailing a taxi or hang me to lots of necks.

I know neither hope nor anger. Envy, sometimes. When they were the right to stay in the bar that closes when I do not. And then right after, I do not care. It's what I know best. Fuck me.
What account? Huh? I wonder when sometimes even between two vodkas. Eh, tell me, you there, what account? Apart from your glass to recommend, to seduce your lady, the other to cheat and jokes of the day, to build good laugh to the meeting.
syntax, it is also true for humor. Some teachers of literature we have at least used to make fun of their mouths in good French, it's always that. I
not cold because I drank and then after I'm too hot because the alcohol goes away but not you and I do not really want you in my bed, or not as long. I talk about anything. I laugh at everything. I begin to live diagonally.

I hurt everywhere.



One day, you meet a friend we had not seen since at least as long as hope. She stayed in a cellar, too, somehow. I walked like that, I know exactly why, moreover, I went not far from where he was, about an hour and I was not even required cold. I had no desire to write or read, the movies, I went over and conversations felt bad breath alcohol or chewing gum polite. People were shivering, I think, I'm not even sure because I could hardly see them as people, so I was struggling to assign human feelings. Stuff that would come from the body, I thought nobody did that.
I was shaken and, anyway, just for a second I told myself that at one time long ago, almost to myself earlier, I was a girl who refused that the shaking.
I told myself at the same time, we deny that upsets do not result assured us that we are not shaking anymore, but still ... refuse may be pushing us to explain that we should not do that, because not to treat people and not even realize that they were necessarily the type who does not appreciate that the shaking, was to be an old skin. And then I told myself that I'm rambling, it also made me lose a lot of time, I had not left my travel card when I was already almost down the stairs of the subway. It's as if I had not thought at all, and that no one had pushed, or when there 's a very long time.

- Manon ?!

Ca rebouscule me, but more gently.

"I went back inside but you like a fury! have you seen her? I did drop my phone and I knew where I was to catch him and I did not hang anything I've pushed and then I thought I recognized you and then it's weird because as you're not returned I thought that it could not be you because for me, you, you would have returned to insult me you see, but it's stupid, I know not why I think that and then I've been watching you anyway and I saw you look up and arrest you and you were like. ... Dunno, slow compared to other people you had thought of something strong, I know, but then I told myself, when I told you not to always face you, but I said 'good it is on it! "

The girl finally breathe. I could most of his tirade, I suffered for it.

- OK OK, but we know?
- Ha ha, I recognize you there.

I think "great, she recognizes me right there while I have not been recognized elsewhere, so it recognizes me twice and I never put it back" but I'm just saying:

- I was in idle, you say?
- It's funny, you know, I always thought we get along some day.
- And that day will come in another life is not it?
- I am a very good mood today. You make me vexeras not, you know.
- Well yes, no, I do not feel elsewhere. But, uh ... I do not understand too much ...
- You were hyper ...

Ok, I understand, she'll tell me about how I was before, tell me about someone else, as I am no longer, and kill me a little more. Ok, we want to finish me. I abdicate. Well, I abdicate. Let this Greluche rant and go to the drugstore to buy lots of Medoc after.

-T 'were super ... Such hyper actually. You have not changed. It's crazy. I

. I just gasped. Because if I changed, so if so, I'm bitter, I love no one, besides yourself you piss me off, I have not got all day.

- You're still the same ...

I think, "as capable of killing you?" And again I say nothing. I understood the lesson.

-Always thoroughly as anything. You're on edge. It is often said.

I know who the "they" decided my mouth, but obviously something else:

you find me on edge?
-Are you kidding? Look at you. All get excited, just like you. It must be super tiring, seriously.

I take in my arms. In, really, as if I wanted a tattoo hug myself. I do not know why I do this, I love him so much, its scent is heady and vulgar, and then, though, she pushed me. I'm tired. I rest a bit on it for a moment.

I look back from time to time. She wanted that one sees me I wanted everything but it was not my cam, and it goes eh, well, maybe I had it out of my hibernation, but it did not know and then she would not understand. Just because I had taken her in my arms that was related to the life and death. Given the number of people I liked to die and I never took her in my arms, this theory does not work.

I not give up, I will not get up again I had about my hips like that, as someone who would reflect in silent film, although exaggerated gestures for people to understand without the lyrics. And without words, my hands on my hips my, I thought "then like that, there's people that love you to die? "

Because I say" you "when I speak.

Y'avait people I loved in burst.

Some pieces do not last long enough and sometimes I throw books, suddenly, quickly, to not finish them. I hide, so I know I still have some happiness somewhere. People, some people would like these books and pieces of songs that remain in the head. And I'd like a child would recover to metaphors, to see if their place is warm enough, yet, so I am not making fun of them more.

Anger and hope had reduced their scope, as expected. Much. Many-many.
It was past them, and me, and some 6 billion to about twenty people. Then, we had realized that there were still dirty laundry in the selection, so we still had reduced and had arrived at a small core of 5.6 elected. Termination of true beauty.
I was excluded from the world because I decided to keep me away, maybe. I would not hate it but it was better to protect myself, it seemed.
And here, like this, I realized in my meter 60 that I still had the same anger and always the same hope, and I put one potentially and necessarily the other poor sods in the 5.6 .

If those fail me here if I expected my bad shot, I'll probably buy so many cans of beer a live tiger stoning would give me neither hot nor cold, like when the seasons were no temperature or control over the body that lived longer.

I had done the girl.

And raised his arms too high.

If anything, I was intact.

But those I loved, it could not be otherwise: they were the world, the great, they would save themselves and help me do it. They had always 5.6 Victims which they hung their naivete cynic like me. And so on. It would work.

And even if they were not numerous, they were big, very big, almost too big for my little arms finally too short.

-maispastrop-

What Type Of Cm Is Normal Before Menstrual

RESOLUTIONS? It will not head! Graphic Novel

Not Resolutions ... Neither good nor bad!

Long ago I stopped doing that stuff, suddenly I am always happy with what I do, even if it's agenda almost nil! My ego is well, thank you!

So for 2010 pounds no less, no sport in sight, no more articles about blogs, not least of spelling mistakes, no better education for the monsters, no better organization .. ..

Wow! Will be difficult to keep all these good resolutions!

To take until next Christmas, here are two texts on which to meditate ....

Three Wise Ones

The three wise men
Travelled for days before reaching Bethlehem
And arrived after the birth
They stood and viewed the scene in awe
And knelt reverently in the lords presence
Then gave their gifts of Gold, Frankincense and Myrrh

The three wise women
Would have stopped to ask directions
And arrived before the birth
They would have delivered the baby
Then they would have cleaned the stable and cooked a meal
Before giving the baby really useful gifts

The Santa Clause

When I was a child
I Believed in Santa Claus
When I got older
I did not believe in Santa Claus
When I Became a parent I Was Santa Claus

Now I Have I look like grandchildren
Santa Claus

Copyright © Paul Curtis. All Rights Reserved

(I translated it! There's no reason that I am the only work- I am already a superhuman effort for the accents -! You can also use the google translation tool to get a vague idea of the subject ...)




HAPPY NEW YEAR 2010 TO EVERYONE

(And if next year we did a Christmas in October, it can be avoided smashing bone, disability tunnels under the sea, snow, ice on roads and easy jet high prices!)

Brazilian Wax Recovery Time

The first shall be last.

I was not alone in discovering all these crazy things, but
the first time I've made, it was at least as well as your first time you . And most importantly, it was mine.

the same way that I did not dare lose my virginity in public I preferred my room, so for my first cigarette and my first joint and my first awareness of the world. And
.

Y'avait a sliding wooden door, leaving a thick wood not spend much. Neither odor nor the words nor the decibels, or tears, and the sighs that we inspire our 15 years. Because, shit, it's still hard.
And then I could also lockable. I say that because "sliding door" may imply "zero privacy", which was far from the case. With me, I had another home , and we entered there not without knocking. Besides, there is never really came. I was at the end of the apartment, they saw me and not go by where I was out. We went head to move to "table" or order "that music down" but no more. It was my home to me at my mother home.
The trick of the door, it happened quite late, about my 12 years, when I pasted an early chest, I demanded a lock since I had one on my diary, I'm seemed implacable logic, I became secret and secretive, collector lock in all kind, and that was enough.
Before my 12 years, my lock was much more user friendly like a family film that can come out a bit theatrically in August, I was a kid fresh, requiring just one password that was engaging in a subtle dig inadvertent clues hidden in the litter of cats or written in marker in the surrounding alluvial chicken lunch. Or drawn, precisely in the keyhole that had not yet key at the time.
So it amused me more to create the index and hearing my mother play the game that they are 15 years and just close my door with a double turn and look at magazines that describe adolescents. Gender, teens who need privacy. And respect. Nirvana and very strong. And perhaps even insulting the one who wears the uterus that has allowed us to know Kurt darling love. Brief. I have done my job " one that is there but not wanted and that was not asked his opinion, so should not piss off, ok ?

The wooden door, I have not slammed shut, as background, but I slid hard to mark the rebellious I became. Much. Which countless times theatrically exaggerated and unnecessary.
It also made its small effect, when it slips from a quick one, and, for me, it was noisy as I liked.
The problem is that, unlike real doors when they slam shut, then retracted it after the swing, and despite my desire to stay away and disconnected from the world too disgusting and all, by leaving thereby centimeter enough to hear the little chuckle from my mother. She thought it was ridiculous to believe. While There was nothing more serious.
was the first door I chattered is not nothing.

My first joint was a taste of a nuclear attack, in the words of my throat. Well I can do that in my home the home with a trusted friend. It was not pretty to watch but anyway, who cares royally. I think we had overloaded the firecracker, we were amateurs. We checked the veracity of the rumor of boys in 3rd who said it made her laugh and it gave hunger.
I remember having developed a theory, night, to convince my mother to put a fridge in my room. And then the next day, I realized she was heading, just to accept me understand that empty, it was no use. I had not requested it for Christmas after all. Anyway, Christmas was celebrated not.

The first cigarette before had arrived yet.
Ridiculously small, one to keep me on a 3 as the seat of the car, I slept on a weekend 2 rear of a BMW convertible that rolled khaki very early and very fast on the highway. And from 6am to 8am, spirals seductive regularly came to my nostrils twitch. We opened the window of course, but the air will not change a thing, on the contrary, it crystallized the smell. I found the perfume insanely great. I would not necessarily have, I knew it was not my age, but for me, and everyone's tastes, it smelled damn good.

So when we had an age that is almost our age to buy a pack of Marlboro Light by 10, it was neither one nor two, so I went and I wanted to live this moment in my home my house, not with other small strikes in the square next to the college. For me it was a moment, for real.
I had not slammed the sliding door but on the contrary, I expected the house to sleep and I had closed softly, I stepped on the floorboards that creaked and the least open my windows, everything ensuring that no neighbor would see me. I thought surely the neighbors, it was like the first class and it was going to CAFTA. In the dark, invisible, excited like a chicken, I had turned the trick a bit like that, without knowing, but with the mad desire to find the smell from the backseat and can leave me a smoke elegant and malleable. I had seen too many movies with Humphrey and Lauren. And I always found the word "scroll" attractive.





I got my first lighter, a Bic, I remember. Black and everything. Because I do not want tons and tell me with a print hippie or hip hop or hop, black was perfect: it was my way of showing off to me, I guess. And I was inspired by remembering what Ludovic said:

You aspire, you smoke in your mouth and then imagine that your mother sees you and you make "Haaaan! Mom, Let's actually touch your uvula at the back, maybe you'll cough, and then you spit. "
I expected that not more than the smell that I wanted to find, there is a taste. The taste is neither liked nor disliked me. Good. I have not found the smell. Either. The cigarette was not even finished I went home already in the cassette for my walkman Aerosmith thinking about something else. I was even more concentrated on the event. It was a bland disappointment, just as I started I was already accustomed, almost dependent. The guys do their job with everything they put in, they create a seductive deception and additive-not really, there's no denying it's a trick pro.

After Marloboro and joints, I went to boys. All in good time.
I had forgotten until a week ago my first time with a boy. Not that I do not give any importance, but I chose to keep the second memory, the first being perhaps just, say, in short, but by emptying the room that was my room, my home , my memory has seen fit to put the record straight and, as they say, "everything is back."
My first time with a boy was also home, like a girl, I wanted my bed, my decor, my decor, the risk of being surprised by my mother and my morning. Perhaps, finally, that I did not have that much, maybe it's just in my home me that the mini chick that I was heading to the Thing and things are naturally linked together, if I may say so. The boy had been allowed to sleep with me, but it was a question that remains in the guest room, guest. We stopped being friends when I invited him to join me in me and, much like the nuclear attack and seal the evidence of the cigarette, my first time with a boy does was not as close to the desert before the harbinger of excess post.

There's been plenty of other firsts in the home of my home.
There's been the first time a wife asked me to come live with her. With her and her husband. Which were 3 other women, I mean outside of it. There's been the neighbor's suicide, which landed in our yard, his head in the vines. There's been burning a whole street, I saw, from my room petrified. There's got my first period, proof that I was heading to human and human like me that would be full of firsts. There's been the first time I woke up with a boy whom I could not think of anything except that it was imperative that it remains trapped, like that in my body, into his chair. There's been the first letters, written, received, and the revelation of delight that accompanied the case. There's was the first deception and discover the purpose of myth is to say that it hurts the boys to be embraced immediately after their best friend. Or just before. There's been the first birth, which I understood nothing. Where you're back and everything. The first death, which I did not understand either. Where you're out and company. Y 'was the first book that I closed on my chest, wondering if day in the life I live as deep as it can be written. There's been past the first page of a book. There's been the first time I realized it was the books that were to depart from a lot of unnecessary umpteenth time and there was also the day I realized I was getting done turn "firsts".

course, one day I will have my first wrinkle. And my first acid rain. I know it will come with the package, I do not know too much more distinguished history in the background and in terms of first child, in quotes, I get to the end and at the end of the beginning.

So he was there 's the first time I felt not adult or large, nay, the first time I felt myself going abroad with a guy without baggage instead. And to leave my home the home. Without much thought, just caught by the suction of inspiring future blindly like that, poof.



And then, in the same vein, the first time I took my CD my home with me more too to put them in another place, and the first time when my former home became an office full of stuff too seriously and the first time the home my home I was in a new apartment, the "home" from another, and all records including, but not at all where I got my first reporting nuclear. It went without warning, I still had the keys there and there were still some cases that no one had found it useful to separate and had the advantage of maintaining a brothel that no longer existed and really mark a territory that was more personally. I never thought about the first time in my mother who sees her daughter and, perhaps, past an empty room where there 's music could even declining.

Cats less easily recognized me, and sometimes a kitchen utensil changed places without my first telegram was prevented, sometimes, the kitchen itself was changing room, and neighbors were children, I want about children who grew up more, and who would call me madam in the lobby of a building where I had not even been not even a lady.

The apartment, my first apartment, I shall draw the eyes closed, hands tied. Yet, when I want to describe, to tell another, everything is mixed and I realize that I never really paid attention to him because he was there, always there, like a family member j ' imagine. The people we see every day, we are not able to notice if they have thinned and there is always the last to understand that they are going.
It is this apartment complex, is made U-shaped around a courtyard. We wanted to make the court a true conservatory and break the walls to make an O idyllic. We have had a small pond with small fish, big cats for fun. We had thought of a parrot, and 2 to it (s) do not get bored (es) not. And then we said a parrot or two in a conservatory in Paris, was a bit like putting our cats on a branch in the desert. Besides this long-lived, a parrot. So we knew that two of us would die before them is a survey that we had just had dinner envy. And anyway, the condominium had refused the idea of the veranda. Because they have not supported jealousy that they have inspired each day to our Eden. Good.
The bathrooms have changed rooms, the hallway became a dressing room required a mezzanine and the piano has refused to be far in drafts. During construction, it was scraping around a spout benzene in a half apartment and they continued to draw blueprints not too bad for other projects not always feasible.
Anything could be possible, I remember like it was yesterday. But the bathroom with turquoise tiles on which they wrote that I learn to read, since The hip bath is not as if it were my life. We have to tell me if I remember. Forget not the color of your eyes, it is like a security blanket for me, but I'm looking into it every day, so I really know the nuances and how did worry.

There's been another first time that I was not prepared.
Often, these days, important dates marking a period no less memorable are born in telephone handsets.

-Hello? Yes, then you must tell me if you want plants and dishes because there it is, the sale is underway, I have a buyer, and I want to keep everything, huh, so you just do the sorting. -Er, ... hello?

It may not be for me to talk. There's no
36,000 possibilities.
Either a family member dies of a sudden one and that too by storm and we're talking right away dishes, or a family member died after a long illness and I would expected at that time in which case I would not have been struck down at this point.
Neither one nor the other.
I feel cheated.
I feel hate the world. Another thing that pin in my back. Damn capitalists. I want to slide my door like never before. Kurt steupl ', sing for me.


was once announced that in others, a reaction bitch, a snowball effect, in winter, and I who felt like a cliché. After
, there's been the first time he had to put books in boxes and the mirrors in tissues. I felt loose, it's absurd, but I felt cowardly to leave before the end either. I saw no point in deciding whether to keep the pictures of colonies where I do not remember having been, if was urgent to throw books and you're the hero in a new life where I was clearly a secondary character. Things were done without me, and again, I can not get used to the idea, however, "in love" as they say, "in friendship" as they believe I am the first to leave before the ruins, but there really ... Everything had to be dropped, the place is demolished or perhaps just hated to agree to make a clean sweep. I

rests a cardboard K7 audio.
-Excuse me ... I just, I say something there, why you would leave when it's not the end instead?
-Pardon? You mean when I die? It's nice ...
"But no, rhoooo the end, the end by what.
-But ... It the end, Manon. The papers are signed. We will not wait for a hurricane anyway.
I know, there I frowned my head back a little, which makes me a sort of double chin quite attractive, I know, I turned 12 in a second.
not-too. It is still there the apartment. It is not over. Regarde.Tu go but hey, I mean, you know what, it trop pas la fin, attends.
-Qu’est ce que tu parles mal. C’est quoi ces phrases? Et elle rit.
-On s’en fout de comment je parle, ce qui compte c’est ce que je dis.
-Et tu dis n’importe quoi. La fin c’est maintenant. Vis le tout de suite.
-Nan. Nan, je suis pas d’accord.




-Bon, écoute, on en parle dans le camion, ok? Tu peux descendre ces cartons?

Les trucs un peu tristes se passent toujours très vite ou c’est juste pour moi?
Just realized I had already made the break that the keys. I was adult in a snap. I had not even had time to remove the key ring-shaped tongue Rolling Stones. It would mean that
home now is where I live? Where nothing is stored, where it would not refuse a sliding door so I have installed the continuity of my anger from my 15 years it would die I'm an adult and you, who go away, you're old and that they, who come here, they have whole life ahead them? Not
but hey. And everyone did that? And people are doing? And it's a bourgeois concern? And worry have other scoops in the genre?

I have to board, to deal with so-called trifles.

I do not know if discovering the home of his home empty and alone, where the sighs that escape us sound like in hell reverberating on the walls despite being stripped, where the soil has kept track of a bed that has stayed there 18 years, the location where a poster Mickey had been replaced by a poster Nina Hagen which was replaced by inscriptions on the wall and see for the first time the area without the content, as a body, in fact, as a body already cold ... I do not know if you can call it "settling trifles."
It solves nothing, we discover new corridors in our heads.
And we would love whatever trifles, these corridors. It would be a trifle, indeed, from top to bottom. And that corridors do not lead to dead ends dusty.

is the first time I tell myself that all those who have not seen this place does not really know me. And perhaps as well, I have time tell. The time has plenty of opportunities.

I will have other firsts, I doubt it. I have my first abortion, my first grief, my first accident, my first debt, my first year, my first dentures, my first memory of all this fun, one day, surely, my first last breath, I doubt not .
But it was a mausoleum, and every time I go under the windows there, that is my windows for me, if I see the light and life, that take away a bit the 2 to me.

-maispastrop-

Should I Shower Before Waxing

... and the caravan passes ...

Provided that the heating is on.


My fingers are still flooded from the end of December. Numbness
remember the times when after a dinner guest have left, I realized that by storing a few glasses of wine (I hear a few drinks too many) had occupied my time and discouraged my desire to write. The winter is often white pages, by dint of having to bend my fingers, then fold them, then blow it, then hop, then put on a record, then dancing and then answer the phone and then hungry, then ... realize that I had lying instead of writing, all because of digital partial paralysis. It's as if my soul lay in my phalanges. And let me anesthetized with a lot of negative temperatures.

The big difference today is that I certainly fit refrigerated but sober as a Mormon and provided with a pair of gloves. Yes, because 2-quart, and 1 double pastis for my liver, is a rookie joke. It's like this is not a cowboy who wants to. And even that sometimes are cowboys who did not want that much. Proof.
short.
And the end of my fingers is not cold, on the contrary, it warms impatience, he wriggles and suffers almost feeling the desire of the keyboard so hard swelling under his fingernail.

still I hope that I would have thought to turn on the heater before leaving, after having prepared story he does not colder at home than outside. Fingers crossed operational.

My door opens on a wave of warmth and caring I thought stealth but really caring for those who wrote or painted or repaired cars in the cold, when it was not really water and gas to all floors.
I leave the Siberian air on the steps and open the Pandora's box MacBook.

Despite the sensual pleasure I feel in drag streaks of my fingerprints on Azertyuiop, I can not express it, all my thoughts are invaded by the excitement I experienced in recent days need to evolve in the middle of running feet of stores in stock fir, laden with curling ribbon and gift wrap frankly dubious taste and heads full of stars without anyone really knowing why. As the mouths blathering monologues haunted by two dates, if one believes the general enthusiasm, must necessarily possess the key to happiness, or maybe the recipe against world hunger, they lead me to understand more on 25 and 31 of this month.

is not a family, to have or not, though, mine, family comes down to a spawning and three cats, it makes little gifts and more cats, or December 25 not. The family is not the issue. I knew the big tables filled to the point that many no longer recognize what is the cousin over there at the end. I knew it and I'm back. For proof: my family consisting of a spawning and 3 cats. If you look closely, it is not so sacred that the blood tie, I swear, it must deny three times in 2 movements.

is not a story of kinship, then, or even home. It is mainly a matter of money outliers, hypocrisy doche beautiful, boasting dishes from Limoges, and best of bloopers, personalities of the year are always the same ignorant and children who can not show off at the beginning because they did not have the right brand. It is a story of dictatorship emotional happiness and competition. All this in a country that claims to secular but who can not help swing ad for perfume ad for jewelry in honor of a guy who was wearing a lot and surely not all that disgust beyond measure if one believes the rumors circulating about him.



Some friends still move me the childlike delight with which they await the event. But we are not children, in December, one's portfolio. And the magic only lasts for the duration of a song.

http://www.deezer.com/en/ # music / result / all / barbara% 20noel


And you, your Christmas?
-Bah, well, yeah.
Ah, "property" is that all?
Yes, finally, that is, eat well, drink well, and that's what.
-Oh ... Sorry.

M'enfin, that's something else. I have not actually had to suffer the garish new Christmas lights on a Christmas tree farm at the foot of noisy children whose tear packages to printed cretinization teeming with useless made by other children who have never had really time to believe in Santa Coca Cola.



The case-in-law.



And your New Year's Day then?
- Hell, it was found to have no subway and kissing in the street when it was -4.
-Oh yeah, hard. And you?
Me: In-cro-ya-ble: we were in a big house with a fireplace and field 'galore.
-Han, chaaaaaaance.

Indeed, I do not consider myself the worst of the peeling another 31 days and, indeed, I sometimes drink champagne in a large house more often than once a year.


The leg-in-law.

And the spirit of family worry what?
-Er, no streamers?
"No but seriously.
-Seriously, are you serious?
-The family spirit of Christmas, anyway!
Ah but because the family spirit that is once a year? Ah, well, I thought it was just the family every day. The people I must see once a year, I'll die before giving them the nickname of "family".
But, and gifts? You like not that the gifts?
"I love not having to find stores that change, really.
But, y 'has always hit that mark, it's Christmas anyway.
Ah, because it also presents is that once a year?
"No but you see what it is symbolic.
-Symbolic of what in fact, reminds me.
-...
-The only symbol I see attached to this date is the birth of a type that represents a religion when you do not tell me-if I'm wrong recovered by a blessed to be able to make its cash cow, tell me if I'm wrong.
"But then you do not like Christmas?
-Nan. And you know what? I'm not alone even. One day they will be millions and we will reverse the order of things and flat screens, small bracelets and gift certificates will be less malignant.

And feasts that end in settlement of accounts between two cousins, everything has always separated ... very little for me.



is all this resentment that comes out of my index finger, my ring and my major, so that basically, here I am. Even if I step with 3 fingers.

Basically I love this time of year for her beauty fixed and the night is synonymous with warmth and festive or duvets and somersaults, which falls earlier. I like the numbness in my cheeks and blood whipping my ears. I like the feeling that my house is impenetrable behind my windows when the weather deign to offer us a few flakes. Like
even approaches being adopted Mallard cautiously when facing the said flakes turned into slippery mud.
I like the idea that a new year arrives, it is always better than nothing and it still lost, it is also an opportunity to admit that there is no time for me happening and I did not realize that the worst ways to spend it. But I'm

noisy left to right and top to bottom. It speaks only of wind. It's everywhere all the time, radio, in newspapers, in mouths that I embrace in the air, in the era, and choking in the middle of winter and summer bottled in Mexico City.


Oh and then, all these customs, these habits, these calendars ... as if we were not already enmeshed in all the time.
I just wish the damn blessed month is devoted to eating foie gras, drinking wine, they teach me to start a fire too, and it keeps fine sentiments for the 363 other days neglected. If it's not asking too much to type for all small bearded rhesus. Even if they are not angels.

Charlotte Gainsbourg "Heaven Can Wait"
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Merry Christ my ass.

-maispastrop-