Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Soldiers Live.pdf Glen Cook

Rosa, rosa, rosam, rosae, rosae, rosas ...

school holidays arrive,
logically I jump in the student atmosphere. Agenda, assignments and Wednesday afternoon will be aired again this summer, my best enemy.
Not that I absolutely want to do my original against the norm and schedules commonly adopted, but I always agree with arch Mishmish '" sweet it is to do nothing when all agitated around us "Ah yes, and, in the same vein, I add: When nobody cares one more, I want to shake me like fleas.
Well, I have duties that lie ahead.



Beyond the immeasurable effort it I will ask at paperwork and family relations-to name the sexiest spots, I will have to use subterfuge, so for me to stick my exercises.
exercises, then, not gymnastics, what an idea ! but writing.
Oh, you can laugh all you like. It also pleases me that you laugh, I like that, that people are the crack. Still, there's not quibble, exercises, that's her man. When I was on the piano, I saw the difference after 2:30 again spent a hellish trill firing on the ligaments of the hand. And I tell you not to dance. Points, points, a cut for supposedly breathe, and points again and again, dot-dot-points. Until you have bleeding feet, until you have the wrist in steak tartare, as we do not know all the conjunctions ... it is not there, we don 'There will never be.





exercises, I said. To venture into the corridors of my head where I'm too lazy to go spontaneously to mislead me, if the plan worked, for, above all, save the limit of muscle atrophy. - Already a muscle that necrosis is not a pretty sight, so imagine that, in the decoration of the brain, which in itself is not likely to titillate the senses: the catalytic .- Finding a second wind finally. And start over again, aching but brave. There's no
the knights who exploits, wait. And I put my hand to cut as many explorers knew better than some of the islands their own temporal lobe.





If I "cut my hand" there is particular because the explorers worthy of that name died today and they therefore can not contradict myself. And I have no desire to live without my hand. My hand will be useful. For dance, for piano, for writing, for masturbation. Me, of others. I would like. A bit like the apple of my eye. Moreover, it served at once to explain how she would come.

I will do one this year, it seems.
While usual, it is called between copinous for editors, you get coffee for presentations and are called to coach at it seems, to monitor our heart rate and motivate us during the abs-butt. Only, it is less easy to be diligent. Bontempi.
And not for lack of training offered at 2.3 knowledge, but apparently no one here below, has wanted to s'émoustiller cortex. It postpones. It prefers entertainment to training. Me first, huh. But that's enough the rush devoted to nothing-how, and then brake the 4 iron, then when it comes to getting out what we know of where you think.

exercises in my life, I have not done much, I even spent the most clear my schooling to avoid them. But y 'was one who had found favor in my eyes, and I had the same inspiration: fall of 3 words in the dictionary and, at best: make a subject, the worse the fit in a text without great report.
Once in my life, I had played with a friend in a bar. In this fiscal year. You make me remember: it was formerly. Sometimes I go under, and one of these days unusual word confit pot in trouble, I confided my desire to play with words to a colleague penultimate row. It motivated him and not a little. It seemed that I had proposed, I dunno, a tour of the Argentine motorcycle and had available and the bike AND the tickets, and contacts there, and very large breasts. It was 18, I said. If the expression "jump up" would take human form, he would have been the pure incarnation. It would have been bumps in the top of the head.




Yes, yes, what a rich idea is brilliant, GE-NiAl. Non-
but not get excited, it's something basic, like creative writing and writers to the short week. But
-GREAT. It is neither one nor the other, y'know?
Ben. Yes, yes I see.
And what is that?
-... dunno. Dunces?

As if it was plugged into a spy, the teacher I know what,-a kind of hybrid material that has never been served, something like "math" I think, unless it is "mathematics"? In short, we call it a worthy representative of the Ministry of Education had not moult enjoyed our conversation with little relation to the exams. She ranted at us and we had qualified otherwise treated as "rascals."

-... Well, well ... Scoundrels then, obviously.

I always felt, since, a pleasure to whisper, even though I remain convinced that the "S", the "CH" and laughter under wraps more noticeable when they want to stifle them.

-Nonsense, we're not rogues, and we'll prove it!
-Who? -A
everyone, of course! Gender-
you say " pardi .

-loud chuckle / killer look of useless prof / warning twitch.

"Hush, not laugh. If I say " pard i "is because we are in delusion" weird word to fit in a text. "

There, it was a lot of "CH" and "S". As he spoke with the breath, his voice was speaking accidentally here and there, his whisper became hilarious, in a manner unreasonably disturbing. And for a teacher like this Jesaisplusqui take the risk of losing the few students she had concentrated due to 2 dunces slash sunk scoundrels who, moreover, the gall to pretend to make an effort not to disturb anyone was too much. Enough is enough, this is the kind of phrases she could say, "Enough is enough."

-machine, thing, you go out. Headmaster's office. You explain your situation and come back with a word of his punishment.
-...
-...

It was less clever.

-Ca is less clever, eh.

At least one point on which we agreed.

"That is exactly what I thought.
Well-perfect: at least one point on which we agree.
-Ca as I mentioned! It makes us two points! Crazy! If anything it will eventually become friends through being always agree !
-Your tagboard. Now. This arrogance will cost you.
-I was insolent?
Continue?
-I continue?
-Out! No but

. I could not believe it. What what. I was about nothing, do not mess about, students who whisper, there's only that, but students who say aloud, before their comrades, they could almost agree with the lousy prof High School ... y 'has a little less. What crap. I did not say "shit what" out loud, but it was like.

"How it judge me too not my true value, whore. "I said, not whispering in my sidekick.

-You say?
-I say: you do not judge me at my true value. That's what I say. Whore too. What crap, too.
-Exit.
You know what I said, there's about that 3, maybe 4 minutes, I do not know is that you watch any adult-only if it is "could even become friends ?
"I know why you will immediately give me your tagboard and leave this room.
You know that saying that, I took a risk.
-The exclusion, in fact.
-You do not say so: declare a buffoon that may have things in common, the risk of not having any friends. I told you, you who are the epitome of the teacher farcical, if it is, we could be friends. At this very moment, small Péteux you see the 4 and 5 ranks because they lack the balls to be first class or the nerve to the bullshit that I am doing now .. . these Péteux there, they said "Han, shame" when they hear me. And I knew you as the bidder. They would tell me Han-La-Shame. What, I'm sorry to hear it, is dramatic, at my age.
-Exit or call the counselor who will take care of itself.
-How you understand much about anything, It feels pity. If you're a bad teacher, I should have the right to be a bad boy too. There's no reason.

Acolyte, which surprised me not always its freshness and spontaneity, had objected: "If

, anyway, we can not say it affects his ball in math.

Ok, so it was in math class.
I felt it appropriate to put my history books geo indent before to tell the rest of the depths of my mind.

-Ok, you understand something in math, great, but if you know anything about the people you need to explain ... This would-i-not what is called a "fucking teacher missed?
"How dare you?
She turned red, mostly on the neck. I'm no expert, but I'm sure it was not a sign of happiness.
And you? How dare you make me a potential allergic to anything right angles, sine, and .... good, everything else here. It's not pro. It's not pro. I say it twice even. I am not paid for the penalty that I have. And you are paid for the one you will not.

She did not need to add anything. I was going to go out, ok, I went there, it's good, yes ok. Acolyte behind his head from that proud while apologizing. It makes a weird facial expression, as you say, distorted. As if his right side was fighting with his left side, as if the two sides were happy to fight, as if what was weird, like I said.
I knew he had the head, I had waited at the door, the time it happens, at least for the slam behind him. I sûre qu’il n’y penserait même pas.
Enfin, bon. Beaucoup d’émotions quoi. On partait dans les couloirs, sans bousculades, pour une fois, sans rien du tout d’ailleurs, on avait même pris le temps de constater la qualité du plancher et aussi l’odeur près de la cantine, et des toilettes, dont on savait déjà qu’elle nous manquerait plus tard. C’est pas sexy, mais c’est comme ça. Elle nous manquerait, un jour, sans qu’on arrive même à la définir. On était ok sur ce genre d’émotions, sans se le dire, c’est vous dire combien on était connectés niveau amitié, Acolyte and me.



Absolutely convinced that injustice reigned over the world like Lafontaine's fables, Acolyte I left with knowing, without having to ask him, he had also avoid the box office the headmaster "to go directly to Step" pmu opposite. "
I was just hoping that the game ahead of us did not make us not fall on the word "school" or "justice" or "adult." Oh yes and uneducated young girl "too.
But much intellectual as I was, I remarked to myself that did not exist "uneducated teenage girl" in the dictionary.
And I began to regret over the fact that, in fact, no one will never understand and we would have to live always understood we, the uneducated teenagers. It was on, I thought, adults and we had many years of war in sight. At least it gave us a horizon. You make me say it all. When
, hair cell, Acolyte gave me an elbow in the ribs. A 99% sure he was not malicious, I winced, perhaps, but without insulting.

NOT BE A TOOL WORKING!

He shouted with all his might.
I remembered a vague firecracker, smoked two hours earlier but I thought if the fag shit. About me, all that was ancient history, perhaps he was still evidence of my antisocial attitude of offender drug addict in my blood, but in my excitement, nay. I would also smoked a new well.

-Dude, you're still fraca? You're refumé? Without me?
IS NOT A DI-CTI-ONNAI-RE!

Shit. There was no dictionary. The PMU

usual, we tried to dig up two or three magazines, enough text, signs, prints, Arial or whatever, to point the index at random and choose 3 words as expected. All that was found was grids paris racing, and yet, not even blank, but thrown on the floor, useless losers.
Gold "placing", "Trifecta" and "check" the inspiration of much reduced. I even believe that one of us had said that "it was not our hobby." What generational joke. Nobody can really be proud. Why I'd rather die than admit it was me. Good. Andrew, our beloved Andrew, did not know how to make our coffees more free than usual, while he was sorry not to be useful. There were 4
cafes, 4 grids PMU, and a lot of nothing. We felt like penguins a poker game.

"It is there that I could tell you that you are my companion in misfortune. You think? It was not

too-too, apparently.
So I did as usual ', as they always did, I started to go around my hand on the mat with a ballpoint pen. Around my left hand, with my right hand. A black pen. I say this because, one: my right hand is the one I already said I could never do without and, whether you like it or not, I have yet to prove it in a way that n accepts no opponent: she was around my left hand, right? Should not messing around. It will not pass this kind of tool today. Two, because I'm a girl, and although it saddens me to meet the criteria of the magazines, it appears that, yes, from time to time, I say openly that there are things that I don not like home. Not to hear me say that I am wrong, no, there I would be really what I call a sub-woman. I was not right, finally. What is even more stupid than what causes women to under-expression. Here, I would say I did not like the outline, the silhouette, the shape of my left hand. I would say that I found poorly rolled. I say this because, what is interesting is that my left hand is precisely the one I use least. Finally, I use it for piano, ok, for writing, and yet, for dance, whatever. Not for masturbation, that's about. Nor for the kitchen, or, I dunno ... makeup. For example, while I make up while I cook, while ... say, I dunno, I wash the windows ... Ok, so: while I am a fucking housewife of the 50s in the U.S., well, all the while there, it's my right hand that hump. Yeah, my right hand is a little man of the house. My left hand, meanwhile, it seems that it is exciting to drag down my body, or leaning here and there. Not that it really does interest the "it" and "there". Nor that it used to anything to "build". M'enfin, women, you know ... It includes never too much.
So good, all that to say that my left hand was the finer of the two as the least used. Phalanges were somewhat cosmetic, the muscle curve: quiet but present. The nail varnishes and chipped too. But even there at 9:45, when we played supposedly our future, we drank too much coffee, we had more firecracker that we had no dictionary, and all that, I told Acolyte I found that I was fat. I found that Yuck.

-Yuck, how big Chuis! Haaan! You're seen?
-What? Look at this hand-
!

I strained the placemat printed with the error that god-mother-genetics had made.

-What relationship with the ass? he said, pushing the set.
What? Ass? What relationship in fact, I'm asking.
-Look.

He released a photograph of his portfolio petitecopine
Despite the fact that I wanted to know more about my size hands and his ass story, I could not help but giggle over the photo in the larfeuille, shit, what, ho.

Thou hast believed in the States?
-What?
-Man! You got the picture from your girl in your wallet! Hello?

There, I looked very, very hard with my eyes wide open great wide open greens.

"No, but it is to show you, which is basically what is not, all that. ... Put me not uncomfortable like that.

And now he put away the photo in his wallet. Again.

"I was saying: YOU'RE RAW WITH STATES? IT
it is believed, yes.

Okay so I took the wallet, the picture went out with my right hand, eh, one that does everything well and what not so ugly and I watched, but this time, my 2 eyes, the wench.

"Sexy Lady" I should have said. I mean if I had been a good friend, with a normal anatomy and two balanced hands. Instead I said "Wow, but ..."
Note that these three suspensions have lasted much longer than it takes to read them. For evidence, read to three dots, it takes something like, I dunno, I'm not going to hire a specialist but.
There're specialists for that? Say one hundredth of a second. My 3 points above the suspension lasted like 3 minutes he had made me dare to show the photo. What I realized too late. I realized that and the fact that life is not cool. Because if I had made before he had taken so long to show me the photo, I would have not even talked with my hands, I mean, and then when it would have shown the photo, I felt all it meant to him and I tried jumping to the ceiling as he knew so well, to show him that, wow, the sight of his maiden filled me with joy, that guy with such a plant on earth, humanity no longer had to worry about, I might even be said, surely lying, but to please him, I understand now why he kept it in his protefeuille as an American.

Acolyte, then took me out of my head:

-Wow, but what?
Ben, wow, but, man, you must be a lot to take care of his case, eh, eh?

Ah, there, right away, by saying, hair cell, I had barely finished my sentence I knew. As they say in math: Eclipse + sarcasm = not good.

-You 're pretty nil when you want to be a friend, you know. She has a big ass ok, but I showed this to explain that your hand was perfect, she went with the rest and even if you was fat, it is insulting to many young people living in developing countries-will be always someone to find it beautiful, and I prove it to you by showing you that I loved a girl with gargantuan forms.

And now he put away the picture again in the portfolio.

-No but wait, what I mean is that ...

Well, there Acolyte had used his left hand to put it on my right hand Maybe because he wanted my right hand to me and do nothing as his own could do this:

-I not believed in the States, Baby. (Acolyte is funny), I also a picture of you in my portfolio. My hand trembled

a bit under his. All because I tend to let myself be overwhelmed by emotion, which is very bad for someone who believes in nothing, I know, I'm working on it. He came
photo.

-What? But where you got this picture! Give it to me.

He held at bay, as in the movies when there 's just a guy who has a photo a girl does not want him ale and the girl wants to recover it and that made things nauture so that the guys are big enough to hold the photos you want to recover under our nose but out of reach. Large = 1m82, for info.

-Stop it right now.
-Ca is less malineuh.
Ca-speak as a teacher matheuuuuu. Ca-
you will not your picture-er. Super-
. Andre?

Andre always happens as if waiting there, just behind, it's called. No sooner was finished pronouncing the "Dre" Andre the guy said, "Yes my

apricot?

Andre gives fruit names to customers he likes.

- (Sigh)
-That is what you want my apricot, a fruit juice?
-Bwarf, no money, there is of zero is zero, Chuis sorry.

Andre had understood what I really wanted him and he grabbed the photo qu'Acolyte still held behind his back, gave it to me and said:

-4 or 6 coffee, fruit juice or 2, you know ... Apricot ... It does not change the face of the world.

Andrew was generous.
By taking the photo, I looked at him, proud of his little hocus-pocus and asked him: "Because
there is something that will change the face of the world, you think one day? Apart
-you, no, no, that's for sure.
And he was left near the coffee machine.
Pfioulala, Andrew was generous, prone "pet names" and Dad grass to boot.
It was a lot for one man, and it made me much effect on me, half a woman.

Acolyte, who felt my enthusiasm down before our eyes, had also decided to spend the rules, to invent our own act: it would decide on the words I write. Either. Why not. Let's go.
meantime, we had smoked the banger that I wanted above and then I was pretty course do everything. Or not, I was pretty Cape to have nothing to fuck anything. Something in that kind, what.

"But you do not blow me words like" by Jove "eh.
Ben, I do every time I want. Non-
but "Jove", "goddamn," "duffer" and "squire", it will give us a tale castle is boring.
Good, Albuquerque.
No, then I stop you right now, excuse me, but since going to play the vocabulary, much tell you right now, it's "abdication" in life and not ... "Albriqueque" or I know too that you just made. Al-bu-
-than-Quer.
-Ah. Ok Ben. Er. It not a word.
-Nonsense, word, proper noun, adjective, whatever. Albuquerque, I tell you!

I noted "Albuquerque", seeing me already circulating a dark and lonely figure at the border of Uruguay and ...

"It is in Uruguay, Albuquerque, eh?
"You know what course will start there?
-She says she sees no connection with the question.
-The course of history Geo.

Pffff he had forgotten to say "dash" between history and Geo, the uneducated.

-Ok, and?
And, since you will not go, you never know where Albuquerque. Non-
but wait ... I know very well where Albuquerque is not in Uruguay, I said it like it is ... y'know, not far from ...
- "naughty".
-If you want me to say that naughty is a country, one of those who have a common border with New Mexico and the Chihuahuan Desert, you forget that the firecracker memory and gives me the urge to tease you, why, while you realize that, yes, Albuquerque is New Mexico side, near the Chihuahuan desert, and you wonder how it came back, well, all this time, I will I just tickle you where I know it's so unbearable for you that you can piss on you. But I see you're still trying to understand my sentence when you should have run away, so a: the firecracker is not the same effect on everyone, two: give me your side. The con

raised his tshirt. As a big con. Cunt. I swear. Boys, sometimes, it makes me pity.

-Do you mind if I treat you as I lingered to tickle you, eh? During

qu'Acolyte crawled and writhed and finally caught his breath I said

-naughty, then? I really not what it means to say.

shut and I wrote down "naughty". Seeing Albuquerque and naughty side by side, I had the impression he chose his words from a phonetic criterion, the idea did not displease me.

- "Ammonia", "Mangrove".

What would make someone in New Mexico for sniffing ammonia and save the mangroves? Falling in love with a naughty? Expect it to be not super-super coherent stuff.

- "Farandole".
-Well, it is not 3 but 5 there. Is stopped.

Indeed, Farandole saved me. All this world is going along well, it was decided overseas.

I did my exercise as soon as I could, telling me that, well, it was enough to affect a student's passion to see him and obey, it was still a no-brainer, name names. I even looked for other words that sounded pretty. I was in, basically. The next day he was on his desk. An office that looked suspiciously like a scooter top box. The week after I had sent to my principal and my teacher of this hybrid material which I have already forgotten the name, for thank you for giving me three days to have fun. My French teacher was in on it, of course, teachers of French have always been in my shots. The exercise, it is what it is worth it, whatever is said, deserves to exist.

It is here, incidentally:
http://beaucoupbeaucoup.blogspot.com/2008/03/en-pmoison.html


The energy it gave me this little game to nuts, the desire to be worthy of the challenge and pleasure to play with consonances and senses that it had procured it as much reason for me to glue again. Ben, Yes, the exercises I mentioned. And today, I'm big bourgeois, I have a dictionary, I can flip through, and then decide that the keywords are:
(worried but excited, I take a dictionary, I peak and I reach )


Supsense and drumbeats, thank you for your response, I need you to make the verdict.
- "Egeria"
- "Guilty" and

- "Connection"
be the hero of my composition.
And make it snappy.


-maispastrop-


(and for those who doubt for my frankness and see me already decide without any dictionary words, I am sorry to announce that you put your finger in the eye so far, and besides: I HAVE PROOF video. hey yeah. I cheated in my life enough to expect what we no longer believe so I am anticipating. and bim.)