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I climbed into this car under the fire of forty looks tired and frustrated. I caught two brown circles detailing lewd to me quietly, as the hungry in the middle of Lent evaluates a nun chubby chocolate in the window of a bakery manager impeccable cholesterol an upscale neighborhood. As if I were a sweet treat that can be slipped in and buy some euros.

Then I curled up against the sharp elbow of a woman who threw me my immiscion denouncing both eyes in his car, as if I had stabbed a taxi under the nose, this idiot who takes public transport COMMON.

Then I saw the two lovers. Tiny man and woman smiling at her ugly, as he pretended not to see. The kind of person who prefers to shoot his mouth rather than dump a girl crazy for him, and he dislikes. The kind who prefers not to be tender and refuse kisses rather than remain single because the kind of woman he condescends to find attractive does not linger a moment on his person abhorrent and scowling.

Then I saw the woman too much makeup. The woman sad clown. The woman all smeared with multi color gold rings on his fingers dancing pudgy, puffy eyes tired, his eyelids closed Electri blue, her lashes painted color of the sky collapsed on her cheeks blushing from being coated with a red tint young girl as inappropriate.

I tell myself that it is perhaps the only thing a little pathetic this car filled with vomit as selfish, mindless savages.

When a great big silly mouth to daubed on stilts instantly pulls me from my reverie by making it a point to spread its weight of large oafish, right on the nail of my right big toe. So

pain makes me react and I hit a lot of my lethargy. This lethargy was fierce due to me for too long. This lethargy that flew like a stream of air slamming a door with a jerk and said, suddenly leaving room for a perfect serenity full of quiet, luxury and voluptuousness.

Then I finally realized that what is really lacking in our society, that only real problem where it hangs, what is absolutely worse, is the sense of touch, human relationships: it is touch! All we really touch, shit, it's true, I think, transcended! We meet up, we meet, but we do not really touch! Not enough.

So I pushed with all my strength to my elbow into my side of the idiot who had not removed his from all the way, I pressed my heel of a huge kick in that of the bitch who did not apologize, I grabs the arm of the pervert who was waiting, offered, clinging to the bar to bacteria, however tempting, is right under my nose, and I bitten until the blood as he continued staring at me, making my personal tribute to Twilight and humble, my favorite movie. Finally, I fixed the ugly woman in love with the tiny man, the egotist with cold air and sickened, and right in my eyes I told him:
- Loose this context. He will love you forever.

Then the doors opened, and the crowd aside from me, to let me pass. And in a very quiet, I made my changes and the rest of my journey, until the guys in uniform put me in a large private car. And there, in the back, I wiped the blood on my skirt in dark gray. Nothing to do, it was already dried. It was just me in the police van. In the calm, serene, and finally I could quietly travel.

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Suite and end (proposed another purpose)

Why bother?
I wanted to be the unseen demiurge a kaleidoscopic abyss, a cathedral-geode, with a thousand shades of light, the taste of real raw, palpable, oozing, vibrating, sour, bitter, sweet. I wanted to transcend the ink, paper, and these mysterious signs coming to hit him, rape him in order to carve, to engrave the movement. I wanted to build abyss lined with many treasures, dizziness wonderful dream stone. Qu'enfantent but my words? I do meaning that the acrid sweat of my fear incapable of mute despair my face at all, given the Ultimate Beautiful face. I do taste more words - Switch off the night, switch off the night - I only see lines, footprints, shadows and silhouettes, disjointed phenomena. My heart shook Babel - switch off the night-darkened all my "I" choked on the edge of the universe. And if that does not work? I do not want their journey is an infinite path in a country desperate for a platitude - it's not Belgium, which have no smell, no color, no emotion to give. And if the letters do not aggregating more, and does not model these worlds, lives bleeding, throbbing, only to be encouraging results of immateriality of ghosts? If they were not fooled by the hoax? Blessed little trick, pretty little wonder. This failure to me stomach clenches. They say, "How boring, even a ladybug who sees himself as the Milky Way" and I will be ashamed, and I would hide in a corner, but there will not, because it's my eyes that I will watch. It is I who shed the tears of disgust - disgust tearful, sweet, love to own this small vanity. I will revert to a small pile of nothing. I'm afraid - and this fear is fleeting, ghostly, it comes and goes - is the tide of doubt, I must be a titan to silence, and my increased efforts, plowing, clearing, turn the world up to sweat in all that I know / am.
I feel a hand on my shoulder. I turn around, but I do not see anyone. There is nobody, but I feel there is a hand on my shoulder, I feel this warm hand, that supports living on my shoulder. I close my eyes. Top

heart.

Black. The die.

("Notice" Reading this text weird: The quotes that sometimes the "I" that talks are not really addressed to the reader, but more a kind of body, presence best - like when you (or I 'm the only one?) shows a "they" invisible things of course no national human action, the rain, bad luck, in short, that depends on the unknown that believers will call God). Here he talks about his dream of puppeteers, the sadist who will play with his nerves ... I wanted here-that is zero to talk like that, but even more if no one does anything - try to put black on white if this kind of discourse-specific dream, deconstructing it, the strange logic that drive etc..).
As for the title, this is a verse of the Aeneid, well known for the fine example of hypallage it offers, for those who feel insulted, this is the hypallage figure of speech which reverses Qualifying (I explain very badly), the translation will make perhaps the clearest thing> "They go, dark, lonely in the night." (That night is dark and they are lonely ...) It's nice eh? It is fute-fute this Virgil!

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sola sub nocte Ibant obscuri

Again this huge dice rolling towards me - this big dice roll, roll, scraping the black, scraping anything - in the thick black, whence comes this light that illuminates? Only him. And in these waves of dense darkness he rolls heavy and crashed heavily on one side - its damned dirty faces. It shows me the face elected, I can see where I am, I'm too small, or the die is too large, I should climb to view.
Four. (Hospitals do not have room for four in Japan, because four in Japanese means death. This is on purpose every time. It's fun to add this kind of little details to my torture. Ca means nothing.)
And here's the pawn, this gigantic piece, which lacks the universe to break each step. He sounded his big not immodest on every square, in falling heavily, with all its dead weight; each step, solid, dull deafening sounds the darkness and strikes in succession the four boxes. One, two, three, four. I hear almost childlike voice that counts. You find it funny?
I see the box, it is engraved, like the others, and fine lines drawn in dark wood make this disturbing pattern - finally I found disturbing those eyes watching me through / behind the bush. They glow in the dark and stare at me mournfully, a smile to their lips invisible. Oh no, even the box it opens under my feet - I knew it would be like that, why are what I am unable to remember it every time, it save me this stupor that paralyzes me three Good hours. It appears under my feet? I am the pawn?
I fall - I hate that the top heart wrenching - I feel sick.

A long road lies before me. At every time it is infinite. Whatever, I do not know. I walk, like the hundreds - no, thousands-of people in front and behind me. Does not exceed this paved road about a meter and a half. Around the road, earth, bare, dusty, which extends to small earth dikes parallel to the road and are just a few meters. I rest a bit - this calm me good. They say nothing, and slowly drag themselves along this road. I go a little faster than them but I troll also, everything is heavy, every move seems to be an infinite effort - I had time to do forty during that time. I must hurry or the troubles will still catch me. I hear shrieks behind me (too late), behind a hill on which the road ramp slowly rising. What's this? What's this? This horrible thing, that their cries tears that would make you vomit as they seem inhuman, disjointed, this horror liquid, solid, floating in the air and densely invaded my ears - this thing that causes such terror, that complaint which comes from the depths of their throats for up to a lot of gurgling their anguish animal, this thing must be awful. Flee, flee, flee. No, I must go, or it will still last for hours - anxiety, stress, fear, not knowing what I am, for which I would prefer to die rather than live it, rather than to face. I make my way in cons sense, I struggle with every step. I finally told myself it would be more convenient to walk beside the road rather than to rush these things fixed lines - they are ugly these statues, they are packed and they are not afraid or what? -. I digress road; strangely I slide along its side, like I was magnetized. But I slip at an uneven pace, fickle, and sometimes I wiggle to revive the movement, which becomes frantic, and I am whistling in the wind ears. I went a little too far, I like to go back to that dark mass that I see a little further - people here are like those I hung around just now. I demagnetized by turning on myself as if to unscrew, I am only a few meters from the scene of the tragedy.
And I see this little roller, which is just the size of the road, traveling as slowly inexorably, and cup the road and crushed the people before him as mere matter, which he extracted by squeezing the most terrible cries, the most primaries. I can not support this view more - no one drives the machine, I can not stop the summon, and these people seem dumb and deaf to anything outside themselves, and I told them to push the road, look behind them to do something, to react! Nothing helps. I m'époumone in vain in the din of the engine hums quietly, and cries of the innocent be surprised to suddenly roll over. If I can do nothing, then he must flee. I sweat all my spirits, and gradually getting away from the source of danger to achieve, brainless, few meters away. Same decor, same people, only the distance that separates me from the machine roller - that's how they say. Why are people behind the machine was not squashed? I did not see blood behind. Even desert scenery, everything grows to infinity. I finally decided to make the road m'aimantant, I walk away from the center of the road and walk right on board. Oh no, it does not work anymore, why? There must be something I do not work properly. I jumped on the board, helpless, tired, helpless - oh no I said before, I'm really tired of this whole charade. It works! I slip, not very rapidly at first, as if holding back something, rubbed. I was squirming to see, it moves faster, I'm squirming even more about myself and my speed is amazing. Cool wind my cheeks polished, I laugh, and lets rush into my mouth - I'll be so fast that I walked among them dull does seem to me more than a gray mass. A ravine! Top
heart.

Black - the dice. I can not take any more simply. I just want to stop playing. But no it is not possible. The dice that damn dice, boom boom boom in the depths of my soul (it amuses you?) My feeble little creature, who trembles at the end of this little thread that beats his four thousand taps per second, each pulse Terror is a no return, a terror-lived. The deafening shots of the pin, that crawls like a big elephant dying while monstrous vanity of its weight, and all its folds silently seep this suffocating heaviness - not to be, not to be, he should think about it, damn! A breath of fresh air unimaginable. At each new turn of this course the things I harassed all his little strength unquantifiable - you do not understand that it is not worth your whole unleash violence to harass me, to torture me - I already sweating from every pore of my being, I'm that a small puppet intangible trembling like a handkerchief glass, a spider's web, your every breath - and you feel the need to send me in the face your throat hurricanes? Voilàlalalalalala and the little dice, small piece, and the box that opens under my feet - I thought about this one, bravo, but I have been so scared, so it is useless - and the small box with cute little drawings, small drawings monstrous, and no, no I do not want to go back, I do not want, please, I do not want. Top
heart. I want to cry, but I can not, and my self a second after he forgot and can not get away.

I'm sitting on a white tile and black. Period of uncertainty which I am aware, aware of my universe a somewhat lethargic, but nothing really think clearly, piercingly. The queen, big and fat, watching me all the folds of his robe filled handsomely. There are people around, I do not know who that is, I do not know, do not see them, but they are there to fill the huge hall which I occupy the center. The queen is in front of me, in his ornate throne. I'm sitting on the floor in front of it around me a great space - they should not want to approach too closely, I am alone, given as food to all those little eyes that devour the smallest detail. They are carnivores, they eat away, she suddenly engulfed, one block without warning. (Ah, a train station, happiness - it leaves the station, but there are also - there is a known and reassuring presence, the warm shadow of a hollow neck, and his lovely fragrance.). Gifts fall gently from the ceiling of the room, there is no trap, I know even if I did not make the effort to look toward the ceiling and offer my throat to look around me carnivores . A gift is placed in front of me and fleet. From the beginning, a sort of uncomfortable silence gives me the impression of change - even if I did not move into a world-cotton - even if you do not see it. Deaf eyes, the cruelty deaf to everything public, deaf and fury of the Queen who summons me to open the gift. I open it slowly, trembling. There is nothing - no bomb saved. She said nothing, how do I know she is furious against me - grin distorting his face was already there earlier. Another grave, I try to control my fingers to open - if it's a bomb and my fingers trembling, I'm lost. It's a bomb! Oh no. Another, the carousel again. Another, I take a little insurance, and it's hell between my fingers. It was a bomb. Immediately opened, it exploded in my hands. My fingers have nothing but a sort of trauma has now installed in me. The queen is all disheveled, and his face anthrax. It would make me laugh so its air of angry harpy not terrified me - it does nothing, but it's even worse - any threat in the background rumbles and roars like a demon of the intestines snoring and roaring. If another gift explodes, it will wake him up, and it awakened the fury of the queen, for sure! Another gift falls. No, but I do not want, I can not ... I have no choice, it would be worse if I did not. My nervous fingers - that are not even my fingers, fear makes them foreign to my body - began to untie the knot that encircles the gift

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Once drunk, make advances to your ex-fiance e. This one you had pressed for a (e) other. The other is in the evening and look at you with a mixture of hatred and pity.

then do you argue with the hostess reversing a remnant of red wine on her white couch. Do not come back until dawn. Arrived at home, and depending on your level Practice and you will, watching a early episode of any series that you will be able to captivate even at 7 am (see 4 -5 - 6 hours or for beginners).
Sleep.

Do not wake up. And close their eyes as the room has not stopped spinning. 19 hours to take a shower and do not do it for sports. The sport is dangerous for insomnia. If you stop smoking, go to Mc Donalds. If you smoke again, bravo! Go to a max! And go to McDonalds anyway.

Then, remember the previous evening and be ashamed. Then decide to go out again tonight to forget.

Saturday evening, put it, stronger, harder, longer. Push your bed for 20 minutes at each exit, you'll find that you will progress very quickly! Do not get discouraged, once engaged progress, you're on the right track.
Spend a day on Sunday which looks exactly like that of Saturday. Then you lie down to 22 hours.

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The computer is a rare species

To cite MYSELF, the computer is a myth, a mystery of humanity, a strangeness, a fascinating curiosity reactions unique and difficult to interpret. The computer

defies all rules, logically, any extension.

The computer is extraordinary.

The computer is like all these dark faceless figures who work to inform you and help you, but a surprisingly persistent, proved utterly incapable of doing so.

The computer is like all those people who wish us harm and work: SFR to the SECU, for the entertainment, libraries, real estate agencies, etc., etc.. This list is not exhaustive.

The computer is sent by God to challenge us! To test our ability to remain dignified and calm in any situation of extreme intellectual torture to which he plunges us.

Did you feel, like me, this hatred that you surprised yourself by listening to this strange voice say after 47 minutes of waiting he had type 2 and you type 1 on your phone and as you type 2, we can not process your request, and we must remember.

Have you noticed that when you call the department, served up to 4 people, you do not fall never the one who took care of you? Let him who has previously worked for you is NEVER there?

We MENT! They laugh at us, wake up! They invent a name like that. And he always toast:

- It Didier who took care of you. Oh, where is he? Oh, he's not there ...

Where Is Didier, I ask you! IT IS NEVER THE DIDIER! It is mop, he danced the waltz with Lady Dy, he sang with MJ, he types a little food with De Gaulle, he foud your mouth yes !

And there, at the end of the wire which hangs on your hands clammy with anxiety, a voice obscene and bad adds a tone of unspeakable cold, with a quiet:

- I'll leave him a message.
NONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN !

Have you noticed that when someone tells you over the phone:

-I note in your file, it
EVER done? And when you remember, because that after a while, you know it must be checked, recalled, so we can confirm that what you had the audacity to ask is done right, all traces Your request has disappeared? And you spent a half-dozen people to whom you explain your story. Well, this, this is good: it leads you. It can be more and more synthetic understanding of the issues and misunderstandings upstream. Yeah, because with these people, it was suddenly like talking another language. To be as clear as Brigitte Fontaine after 16 hours. And it teaches you humility. Whoever you are, for those people, you are nothing. D'Ormesson wrote that men are equal at birth and at the approach of death. Well, they are also facing the SNCF, believe me!

So, I decided to nab training: 40 hours per week in addition to my job, I studied computer science. I am now a computer scientist outstanding. So when my name, I do NOT answer .

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He did it!

He did?!?

He did.

He cut the padlock. He opened the door broken. We climbed the 332 steps to the top of the church closed to the public. Me, with a blindfold. Him guiding me to the roof of the church St. Eustatius. He undid my blindfold. And patiently waited until I shut the jaw to hand me a glass of champagne chilled rosé in a crystal glass.

Then he looked for something in his pocket. Long. Me, I drank my glass of champagne bottoms up. It has served me another, then another. Then he slowly drank his glass of champagne to him. The has been completed and was placed on the soil cool.

He looked me in the eyes. What he was beautiful in the moonlight! He then pulled out a small paper from who knows where, and with tears in his eyes, he read what was written with a voice. So Si. Ooh ...

- This is perhaps the hardest thing and the easiest to say my whole life. I can not wait. Not a minute, not one day, not a second longer, or I think I'll die. It's now or never. My life will change your life, our life will change forever. It took me weeks to write this little paper I hold in my hand. I suffered too much, and you too. Too much. But now it's over. Done. Forgotten. And if you say 'no', I jump! I brought you here just for that. I promise that I jump into the void, I jump from the roof, the top of this church and I'm going to smash the skull down just in front of you if you pronounce these three letters NO. Attention, eh. Because when you think about it, I can not bear you to come back. Never. So, do you accept ... Accepted Pfffffffffffff ... you, no longer NEVER cook? "

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Before, I was always late. My life was an episode of 24 hours clock without breaks pub.

I'm a DVNI, Divinity Valid unidentified. I thought when I was in high heels on rush about in the hallway of an infinite correlation Metro. I told myself that even if I was part late, the deity above all, below us, above me, a poor woman in heels height indecent, over time, would be a miracle just for my apple and that manages to hop in a snap divine, half an hour of time disappears far into space and I arrive on time. I implored ran as if my life depended on it.

I missed my connection and there, my heart raced. I felt a horrible cold sweat running down my spine and expecting the arrival of the subway after as if the future World Economic depended on it. As Jack Bauer I repeated like a maniac, a thousand times my excuse

- I was leaving when a burglary occurred in the building. The police were there and nobody was allowed out for 15 minutes. And not pick my phone.

- Horrible, a friend has just found her boyfriend with her maid of honor ... I could not hang up.

- I met my old high amoour. You know, Arthur. He started to tell me he often thought to myself that I missed him terribly, he had wasted his life in losing me, then impossible to spin you know ... Then

I took the wrong subway exit. The horror. My life in slow motion. The best moments that pass before my eyes with white spots inside because I ran too much. Then my ankle that twists into a horrible crash. I hurt, I box, but I continue anyway.

There, breathless, disheveled, red cheeks, I arrived at last, out of nerves, strength, pain, sickly body as if I had been beaten, and I collapsed at the foot of the person with that I had an appointment on my seat in the examination room before a casting director, face my parents furious already seated at table, and there, a last breath, I distillates the final words of courage, as the hero sentenced to a slow and painful death, but the faces, with pride and honor

- No I Never 'il watch, you hear me? EVER!

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Leon - Part XXIII

few weeks later, after numerous letters from his fans, Leon decided to open a blog. He did not participate in the final emissions, withdrew from the competition. His blog, which he held in partnership with what we might call his kind "fan in chief," was devoted to his career, and various testimonies of his fans, competing in various forms of creativity. Thus, one could find videos of TV performances of Leon, new original videos that were shot specifically for them, and in which He performed songs and dances to theme, often as a reward for his fans support organization. Thus, in addition to reports from various media appearances of Leon, there were works on his blog to his fans: poems, songs, drawings, scrapbooking, paper mache effigies, gifs - these little animated images or flashing glitter-Leon ... lived among them humble and benevolent king, he knew their names, most often accessed with their requests, and lent itself readily to their various activities. They met occasionally, and was always a little surprised, but flattered by their restlessness vis-à-vis him - he had a few squeaks aback when the women had honored a kiss, or they had conceded the end of a picnic.

He was returned to his mother, and he had made touching apology. It does not say much about it, but tried to put a speedy end to this touching moment with a small smile she turned quickly to discreetly wipe small tears before returning to do the dishes. He went
also apologize to Mab, who gave him a pat on the back, chuckling, saying he had done well to send this waltz chick, and he went out a few other remarks enigmatic - Leo was not sure if this was indeed the French-and returned to frighten young people who waited in a corridor near - already the new season?

Leon did not try to learn the fate of Vanina, who published a novel a few weeks later he fell on criticism in the newspaper, he read diagonally. The few words we feel that Vanina writer writes to be "struck him - he then asked if he had done wrong. It felt for her now nor love, nor hatred, but rather a feeling which hovered between pity and misunderstanding. A new small

then took hold in his daily life, and every morning he would announce it to his fans of his thoughts, which then became subjects of debate and conversation between them.

"Today, I asked myself, why it's called an apple shower? Why not an apple and a pear, for example? I do not think it really looks like an apple - but rather a big lens. You like that, you, the lenses? I do. "

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goal of becoming an influential blogger

-Gaby, write more, and you will see your inspection rate will explode!

- But I do not want anything exploding me! I'm a pacifist myself! I write in my corner corner, when I can. I'm trying to finish a novel, (yes, I speak often now, but that's normal, I'm obsessive). I work at set times for which I am paid to do stuff. And stuff, it takes time ... And like that, my blog returns the real picture of me: rare and therefore valuable. QED. If you find that there are not enough post, you made a best of and reread them every day. And that's all.

- Gaby, you're a lazy.

- First it's ugly word. And no, it's not that at all .. But frankly, what I can find to tell EVERY day? The news says it is already enough on twitter and I'm not a journalist.

- It touitteure what?

- Who cares. For example, right now I'm reading Murakami. I love but who wants to read stuff about Murakami is for break?



I do not deal with ignorant, but you see?

- Ben write about your life then: people like this. When you talking about the subway, go with the idiots, the idiots what.

- Right now, I sometimes nothing! Nothing. I have not even cons in my life: I go to birthday surprises and everyone is happy to see. My friends are in love they are not mistaken. They are nice at this time. What I can tell me?

- Sex! That sex sells.

- Ah ... if I describe how I'm dressed there, maybe ....

- Yeah, right!

- Well, I wear a flannel pajama bottoms in flannel black. With a white cotton tank top. Too big. And green socks. And a big wool sweater. And I have a black fleece around my body ... hot?

- ...

- Ben ... what?

- No. Nothing

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Edmond

(Waiting to seal the fate of Leo, let I present to you - very briefly! - Edmund.)

Edmond was not a being like others. Everything in his being sang his praise, and his steps were like guided by a heavenly will, he should receive, as the soft murmur of Destiny, whispering in the depths of his thought. We could recognize his features for its promising destiny - also, like the great minds of the past, Byron, Shelley, Chateaubriand, and other major hapless romantic, beautiful eyes and pure melancholy always seemed to rise to heaven in a charming petition, and statue of his nose, his thin mouth, her delicate ears were the perfect image of the purity of his senses. Quivering in the slightest breeze, sighing with sweet scents of autumn, releasing a small tear of the sweet contemplation of his piano, he was the world more than anyone else. And the world seemed to have been created only to be perceived by him as his acute sensitivity and was attentive to the little things that did; these sanctuaries were to be invisible to others who have walked blindly. But he spoke to them, called them and fed them as a divine nectar.
O sun, to which you weave your sacred lace ? The nymphs are no more, and our hearts are too impure ... This fiery crown caps with you my head is too big reward for the mortal I am. O butterfly messenger ephemeral creature of shadow and light, as the wind blows your wings of my dreams and in a sea of glitter on your door you do not wave my respects to your friend alabaster: Moon in your womb I'll feed my designs, and j'abreuverai my thirst ... May the kingdom of Hades sound of your sweet melody - O temple of the eternal, how exquisite and soft repose that would be!

He spoke little to those he skirted that body, and did not interfere much with the triviality of their lives. Did they speak of the time, the meal they had done, or what they had brought from hunting they spoke of their petty worries, their secular celebration, their coarse emotions, it does could hear a loud crash vain. He also avoided as possible, and went to seek other companions in the wild, dumb and loyal friends, eternal guardians of its kind and piercing secrets. He ate and drank only recently came out especially at night, where he liked to meet in heaven by heavenly smoke rings. He watched the whole life, and his chest complaint exhaling hollow of his love disappointed. This young stranger he had seen today, and whose beauty and grace had so impressed that he had the courage to go talk to him, as she was cruelly remained deaf to his feelings. So why the bloody wound that love installment in our hearts? I am just a toy winged god, what does he want from me? More blood, my life, my soul? I give him everything! I only make this ephemeral gift only show me this imperfect reflection in a Mirror illusions ... As my sweet dreams are quickly went away - their sweetness to me now fatal and icy bite of reality embraced the condemned that beats in my flesh.

Hermit I would - and free from vain desires, the treacherous charms, sycophants wonders, you will not deceive me more! I'll converse with Nature as a whole, including the adorable yet preserved virginity guarantee me this little Eden to me salvation. And, leaving his soul too full beading on his cheeks delicate tears, he immersed himself in his silk sheets, which softens the comforting caress his sentence.
And suddenly he farted.

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Leon - Part XXII

This visit, and that hypocrisy could not prevent him from revealing his real opinion about to dive Vanina participated in anguish as unusual for her to see his plans disrupted. And if the blind old hag spoke to newspapers? It would be discredited. It would have power over me, my career ... I'd thank you to her. I must act first if I want to keep control. So she hastily wrote an article where she tried to explain with as much skill as possible how she disapproved of the what Leon was involved, without coming back on his supposed affection for him. She took offense when handling these emissions were operating on these beings lost, the disgrace to make money solely on the principle of mediocrity, and the viewer's thirst for juicy details - and as low - to put in their mouths. She reread the article, with some minor stylistic changes, and published it on his blog.

few short hours later, the man who advised him to exploit the "seam Leon, and had sent waltz - by fatigue - on the vast anonymous mass of his "exes" there were a few weeks ago, called him.

- Vanina, what did you do? There are already three or four news sites on the Internet that talk about your "revelations" about Leo ... and they are twenty, then a hundred in a few minutes, believe me ... no ... but you
- Yes, I published a article on my blog, she cut sharply. I had no choice, its old skin of my mother trapped.

She explained what had happened. At the end of his story, he replied that she had had choice, and she had done the wrong, and many other things she barely listened as she was taken aback. This unpleasant sensation of unexpected, so unusual for her, her stomach knotted. She lost foot, and thought even more if she had to hide or not. She never went out of its torpor only to hear "... biggest mistake of your life ..." what does it stuttered in response that "Yes, okay, well, goodnight ..." before hanging

She lay on her bed while, but found that the tears to express the nausea that came over, tears streamed down his temples and were jumbled in her blonde hair and behind his ears. She stayed a few minutes in this lethargic, upset that suddenly came the ringing of his phone. "Yes? "

- Vanina is Leon. I want us to go to dinner early Persia, you know, the restaurant in the park with peacocks, where we went early. More

surprise that this call that she was not expecting at all, she accepted a faltering tone, noted the time of their appointment. Five hours later, she waited tables at Leo's Restaurant, perfectly dressed, as if nothing had happened. She wrote to Leon, when he arrived, a bright smile, he really did not return. His gloomy brand, as she examined more carefully than usual this new Leon which she did not know what to expect. Leo was of clothing actually much darker than usual: his jacket was black, his dark brown pants. This silly and smug smile he wore often seemed to have deserted his face, which could be read more than uncertain emotion and a certain depth it does it not know.

She engaged in conversation as she had done almost every one of their interviews, seizing some banal came to his mind. He replied, but with less enthusiasm and abundance than formerly, and never ever looked quite. She made several other attempts, equally unsuccessful. She then saw a peacock a few yards of them, who paraded cheerfully. She saw him as a backup so divine qu'inespéré, on which she threw herself, relieved - he had expressed such an interest for them, to such an extent they had succeeded in diverting momentarily the attention it otherwise essentially reserved his beautiful Vanina.

- Oh, look at Leon, peacocks! Do you remember? It was fun, I remember you told me I looked like them! ... It's true they are beautiful.

And, forgetting the bad feelings that had worried about them at their first appointment, she took the time to enjoy their singing, which seemed now to be a providential oasis. "Vanina, you know, I hear. . She paid no attention to this remark, and continued to dream softly, staring warbling in their colors. "Vanina, I hear them," he repeated louder. This time, she heard, and looked with a grimace that showed she tried to understand what interest he could well find him say such things. "Yes, yes, me too, everyone besides, it did nothing ..." she answered until she notices the seriousness of the face of Leo, who suddenly cut short his remarks somewhat annoyed, and put an end to the gentle lull of anxiety. He then repeated:

- Peacocks, I hear. I hear what they say. I hear what they say.

She was not moving, hanging on his lips, not knowing what to understand - and she began to fear that he could understand him. After a few seconds of silence heavy and stiff, he said:

- They tell me that you never had the courage nor the heart to tell me.

She became livid. He continued:

- It's true that you are like them: you parries, you play the beautiful, and you do hold out your feathers so that all men go crazy about you. But they tell me I am con. You, you say long time, but you hide, better to make fun of me. I gave you opportunities to tell me, but you just do nothing. And what hurts me even more is that when I exaggerated to the point where I said you could only find me ridiculous, and where you finally decide to tell me, you were more hypocritical than ever and made faces to see me as ridiculous. That's the other day that I can really understand who you were. You see, I did not think too much of the image we might have of me and I saw people who looked happy, and people seemed to appreciate me, so I told myself that if I were able to give them a little joy, much to do. So yes, you're smart, and it should be comfortable for you to be admired by an idiot, it takes less work comfortably while playing the game of the intellectual elite as you think you are. And I may be stupid, as you all seem to believe, but for me a very intelligent would be nice, because he understood better than others what is happening and what it does, then why would not he good? I thought I had a broken heart, but I quickly said you did was worth the effort. And you're nothing to criticize my mother.

Thereupon he rose, paid for their drinks and left. Vanina sat, too stunned and silent.

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Leon - Part XXI

" LEON DISAPPEARED!

Léon Soulier, whose real name, mascot of the new season of the show "Star Golden not to be" not been heard from since three days now, the production has raised the alarm about its disappearance. She had previously contacted Ms. Soulier, only surviving member of his family, who told them "not to be concerned by the question," and therefore not knowing the whereabouts of her son. Leon and it would indeed had a dispute a few weeks earlier, which would have led Leo left the family home to settle in an apartment which he has provided the address to anyone. They would not have spoken since.
The production team of the show was waiting for rehearsals of prime time Saturday night, but Leo does not show up, unlike his usual, which began to worry. The last person to have seen is the rising young writer Vanina Vesuvio, we were able to obtain the testimony during an interview Exclusive: "We spent the whole night last Saturday - he insisted that we go to a nightclub to show me his new choreography, you will certainly see the videos on the Internet. It seemed strange to me because, I mean, different from usual, but I did not discover what it was. I have heard nothing since and I think that if he gave signs of life, I'd be the first informed. I confess ... it fills me with concern. "

The mother of Leon closed the newspaper, dissatisfied. She did not know if she should be worried, or angry, and if it was going to do something or not. She began to make a bit of crockery and finally decided to call the production, whose number was made available to potential witnesses, who said she knew nothing. She then asked to speak to Vanina - she had this idea came from who knows where that famous people should never be filled far from the TV trays - which she only succeeded in having the address. It So she went home, and always in that uncomfortable state of mind, it sounded great at imposing gateway leading into the courtyard of the homestead. A servant answered him and finally did enter. Vanina was not home, he said, but she would soon return, she was also required to hold a conversation very agreeable with the mother of one, who could barely conceal his disdain: "So you're the mother of Leon ...? "She asked in a tone of indifference.
- Yes, even if recent events do not make a pride.
- I grant you and am very happy to hear you say this silly little game demeans our society, and accustomed to their poor people poor. You are living proof that a little trial sufficient to come to that conclusion.

Leon's mother, who did not know if she should feel offended - and it occurred to him that yes - kept silent outraged. Vanina arrived after a few minutes eternal heavily silent and surprised by the presence of this unexpected guest, had the same difficulty as his mother to hide her disdain. "I suppose you are the mother of Leo? I saw on television.
- Yes, I will not bore you long, I just know where my son.
- Well as you probably have read in the newspapers, I do not know.
- You must know where his apartment?
- No.
- How can you ignore it, if you're his girlfriend? she asked suddenly.
- But I never claimed to be, madam. Rather we should ask you that question every mother should ...
- I will not allow you to give me lessons miss. There is nothing in your acts or approval.
- It says "approvable." You would judge me, when you let your son - and you at once - to ridicule the whole of France. It is because of people like you that our society becomes rotten, so do not dare to dictate to me what I should do or not say or not. It seems obvious that I know better than you know what I'm saying. Leon's mother, indignant, unwilling to stoop to meet and continue to be subject to contempt, now we did not take even bother to conceal, re-crossed the maze of corridors and lobbies for the show manor with a heavy heart and throat.

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Leon's brother

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PROVOCATION

And besides, they walk on my street:

him, exactly the kind of man I tell myself: it could totally be the man of my life.

She, a perfect line, a elegant approach, a silhouette of a girl.

Unable to guess that she had three kids.

They walk down the street with their three Mouflets: a big girl and two toddlers.

him wearing one on her shoulders, her another, and last, the great walking behind docile and calm, not a well-behaved child.

And they laugh! They laugh, they laugh, they laugh! All. It looks great

suddenly walking down the street! It looks super funny even, I wonder why it makes me laugh, me?

He opens the door for a super nice great building, turns out all her beautiful teeth to smile at his beautiful wife bringing the pretty child because he loves his beautiful wife, and they rush all four in the courtyard holding the door pretty their pretty and slim girl, their youngest daughter, who follows them.

The door closes in a nice noise.

....

I think I hate

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Exactly

is like deciding not to run to catch the subway. And wait one hour after.

It's like finding the idea. The obvious idea. The perfect idea. And do not write it. No, because it is so good, so obvious and so perfect that it is not worth the note. But you're dumb and that you also forgot to note, then obviously you forget the idea.

It's like finally having a new phone. After having carried around a battered old thing that your friends have dubbed "washing machine" because of its substantial size. And leave the same evening. And make stupid videos that will be so funny to watch the next day. Already you remember. You're saying it'll be fun to watch the videos tomorrow. You think about it again elsewhere when you realize you've left your laptop sitting on a beautiful wooden bar, having a glass after glass explained to Boris, Bartender's condition, as champagne is really good spice in a cloud of vodka.

It's like having written 30 pages. 30 pages of romance. In 4 months of work to find the right words. Because you're lazy and only 30 pages for you is a lot. Have written 30 pages of the novel then, and read them all by saying that it will not so bad in the end. It's not that no one at all, not too ashamed to see. See presentable. Yeah, sent to the same friends. Suddenly, at the close window, you meet a strange thing to your computer that asks itself a strange thing. It finally as usual, you really do not read and you press, just as usual, on "Do not Save". And you do not know why, since you have not read the issue, nor pay attention to recent steps taken by your computer, since he is old, runs on its own will, but the result is adamantly there under your eyes that dare not cry, you just erase everything. This is when your engineer friend who agreed to drop his cell phone at 2 am one night Week qualifies your technical malversation "Ah, there ...."

It's like being mounted on heels, makeup, hair clean and shiny, having managed the feat of putting on a pair of pantyhose without the spin, with the certainty to arrive right on time (previously with quarter of an hour late) for a head to head with a male person whom you expect it offers an appointment since Jane Birkin has an English accent. And, all excited, you close the door. With your keys inside. Asked where you have asked. Your sofa. Right next to your left near the double ashtray. Where git yet, on the console, your handbag in which you had surreptitiously slipped the paper with the address bar and phone number of your appointment carefully printed in a tiny chip that any little thing serves as your laptop.

My life is made of a series is like. That's

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Leon - Part XX

A great evening over the life of Leon. It is more than excitement, concentration - while his body, his whole being is stretched.
Tonight, Leon decided to bring canned Vanina - not just any box of course, one of the most fashionable of Paris, "The Hesperides". Champagne and vodka will flow like water, it all had to Vanina he said, nostalgically re-reading one of his favorite old magazines to the bathroom. So he had managed to take him there, always under the watchful eye of cameras.

Vanina, after a period of uncertainty that had lasted several days, during which she asked herself what could well carry this game, and what interest it could well be (it does not the discrediting it altogether after all?), remembered the reason for this whole charade, she had had in mind that because she had not had the idea itself. It was simple: by posing with Leo, she passed for a saint with cons (cons too to see malice), and would be seen if chewed cynical these smart people it tended to be around.

These are the respective states of mind which were theirs when they reached the locker room, they left their coats and went into the room where the dancing shadows and artificial lights.

The tunes were known, to allow more to engage the bumbling clumsy steps they had learned by watching their friends no less awkward reassured that these small codes - thereby freeing a mind that would be completely turned to his most basic instincts. This behavioral profile was indeed not the only one could meet in such places.
First, the most innocent, purest, those for whom music was still an art, on which we should express themselves, without paying the various "codes of expression that could be expected that they follow. Leon clearly belonged to this category. Now in this category were distinguished two profiles: those who dance well, and those who are not so lucky. The first shine, depart and are amazed the crowd around them, sighing while not having their talent and courage. The second, equally quickly noticed, arouse laughter amused and see their shame immortalized by thirty unsheathed phones to film fanatic. For expression uncontrolled most often leads to the ridiculous, laughable and ridiculous especially since the person is dedicated body and soul to what she offers to other scavengers.
We leave this group to find another class much more consistent, that people who accept the dance as a condition for staying in this place, where they often have other motives and interests that pure aesthetic emotion and body. Or at least, emotion and body is any less. The question then blend more or less in the mass - is less than the better-able to have a good time with other dogs, to confront and rid the world teeming conventions of the day too cold, or to hunt the creatures alcoholic . Again, the talent split the mass into two groups: the ill-at-l'aise and regulars.
Finally, the third and not least, the narcissists in heat. Oh, the joy of being wanted by people who will then rub your languidly. We see elsewhere in this category more representatives of the fairer sex, or at least they know more attention. They are those who squirm at the site, lascivious poses, stirring just finally, mind-blowing their hair to look scruffy and more "Pythia of the dance floor" - as if they had a vision of the next step God will order them to dance to perform for the delight of mortals. Here, the talent - or lack thereof-will make her goddesses or syphilitic prostitutes.
All this is of course to qualify.

Leon soon discover which group belonged to his dear and loving, who swooned already a few meters or a few bucks in rut sought to s'évincer each other for a place closer to the body of the charming young lady. After a few minutes he was content to observe from a distance by running a few discrete steps, he tried to fight their way through the room until his testosterone nice to say he had prepared a surprise. The volume of the music forced him to repeat what should be a surprise three or four times before the change of music does leave her hear what he shouted. She then made a "What? "Confused, and a face contorted his face showed that she had not fully understood what he had said. Then she remembered she was there to be with Leo, or at least to show it was. But he was gone before she did realized, as she thought she would go and wait at the bar where she ordered a highly alcoholic cocktail.
music will sound. For once, she thought, he chose something a bit modern. The others, surprised by the change of pace and atmosphere, and intrigued by the smoke coming out of slabs of light, went away to leave a good part of the track cleared. Two men in toga out and then danced energetically advanced Leon, victorious, bathed in the light of a projector that shone a thousand lights his white suit. He mimicked the different elements of music carefully, accompanied each voice, each instrument by movement. Music, soft and rhythmic at the beginning, filled with energy that would allow a second sweep to another. Vanina
looked up to heaven.
the regular movement of his pelvis and jerky was added so passionate pounding his feet on the slabs, came forth from his head. Reels and Rods leg. He began to scream by jumping up and accompanied the dancers behind Roman. He then approached the public - his body was still vibrating feverish as energetically as he could, and he seemed possessed, as his movements were quick and disjointed. It drew waves with each part of his anatomy, then, his whole being became a languid wave. He then threw a look so suggestive Vanina she blushed - it was not the first coarseness which intimidated ... He began to lick his hand, hitting his chest, put back her hair he had slicked back. He whirled on him two or three times before applying to caress the hips so as salacious applied. Vanina
finished his drink in one gulp.
The little game went on until the end of the song. Leon then came to see her a few minutes later, sweaty but smiling: So did you like it?
- Yes, very much, "he said, recalling the end of a half-second it was supposed to paste a friendly smile - see admiration on his face.

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Leon - pending Part XX

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Leon - Leon

- Sometimes, it happens! Quickly, the cameras! cried the presenter to his henchmen, seeing Leon get backstage for the rehearsal of the prime time. It was not enough pictures for tonight. Take all angles, make the talk, all you want, but I want hours of footage.

They swallowed their sandwich late in fourth gear and equipped themselves with their cameras in record time. Leon, the sullen and bored stopped in its tracks, and prepared to try to paste a smile on his face delighted. They began talking to him about Vanina, which facilitated a process which would otherwise have failed.

- Oh, you know, she is wonderful. And I think she loves me very much. She said she had other plans for us, finally, she did not say like that, but I think it fell under my spell.
- We've seen the pictures, and it is true that she did not look indifferent, "said the presenter, to encourage them to spill more. Can you not remonstrate these devilish you the secret that made the heart of the beautiful Vanina so little ... indifferent?
- Oh, yes of course, if you want. I'm training anyway. But, you say you have pictures? Could I see them again? Finally see them on ... Finally see what you've filmed?
- Yes, if you want.

And he looked at the pictures that the cameras had captured these magic moments that are forever etched in his memory with infinite delight, which was not disturbed by the uproar that caused the old Mab by dropping all his brushes.

- You can not pay attention? Leon then said, severely, leaving her for two seconds beatific smile.

Old Mab merely spit in his seal with contempt, and picked up his brushes before returning to clean the floor.

When Leo had finished watching his holy image, and had willingly offered different views of him dancing, flit, twisting, posing as one could ask for selling a sub-brand of vegetables, vulture audiovisual went off to d other prey. Leon remained then only to review its positioning on stage, the different sequences, while Mab finishing to polish a piece of ground a few yards away.

- Here's ways to tell an idiot he is stupid, "he said aloud, very clearly.
- it to me you talking about? Leon asked, irritated, turning to him after a top expertly prepared.

Mab then began laughing, and singing an old Italian air, he set his seal and store some of his brushes. He then returned and began to sweep the floor, singing what sounded like an old rhyme about a perky air. Leon, for whom he did not look, followed him to his own, intrigued.

"No crown for the old lion, lioness
Nothing for the old lion,

Peacocks came and stole
Her beautiful mane, his fame
And the lion is crying, and they adorn themselves

No crown for the old lion, lioness No
for the old lion

Lion you sigh to heaven
The peacocks parent of the rainbow Rainbow
And their beaks out the refrain

Lion you are weak, you're stupid lion
Be the laughing stock of animals! "

Mab then raised his head with a nobility that Leon had never seen before, and he began to take his brush in his back in such a way that made him a sort of crown of peacock. And he walked away imitating the peacock, cackling, swaying and shouting: "Leon! Leon! Tekon! "...

Leon, amazed, said nothing and left locked in his dressing room.

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Part XIX - Part XVIII

"It's funny how society can function absurd, and glorify the most brutalized of its con (that we should have put a flea in his ear) citizens. After deified celebs to absurdity, we fall into the opposite movement. The populace becomes those we want to show. But the difference is that before, these people were revered for their qualities : They were beautiful, intelligent, talented. Now is the reign of the banal. And so people have an interest to eat all this distressing banality, they take most of them degenerate, story so others can laugh at them and say "me at least I'm not that stupid point here, "and reassured, they wallow deeper in their mediocrity. And so, from bad to worse. But anyway, forgetting to swallow - that is their punishment.
Me I grow myself and curse of mediocrity. And it is through excellence that I will become immortal. "She closed her

book with the same excitement as that which had guided his pen, and wondered, annoyed, she was well able to make this first-class moron who was infatuated with her.


- Leon ... Leon ... Leon! Leo, wake up, repeats her mother for the umpteenth time by pulling the sleeve of his pajamas duck.
- Hmm ... Fact me alone, "he replied sullenly.

And she insisted, he muttered a "You've made an appointment with my agent? "
full of irony that his state of half-sleep printed strangely over his face.

- Why you talking like that? Are you kidding me or what?
- Yes, that's it.
- But what are you doing? What is there in the end, I'm just saying it's time to get up.
- There I am no longer a child, and I've had enough that you treat me as such.
- Because I love you I'm with you, "she replied with a calmness that was trying to remember the anger he felt the ingratitude of his son.
- Well I no longer need, "he replied coldly, getting up on his bed.
- You're ungrateful. What dirty little cheeky ungrateful you've become ... I am ashamed to have been able to raise such a son.
- Exactly, you seem to be the only notice of this, so I clean the floor, he said, irritated by wearing his slippers. I found an apartment.
- What? But no, I will forbid it!
- You have nothing to say to me, all you have to say I'm not your son from now, "he retorted fiercely.
- You ... I can not believe ...

His rage was such that she could find the words to express how she was shocked by the attitude of his son. Noise the great slap she had given to his son broke the silence hot few seconds.
Hand on track as red qu'inédite that of his mother, Leon bellowed, tears in his eyes: "And if I go, it's also because we have never seen a star with a big brute of mother Cyclops! . With that, Leon fled, slamming the door behind him. He put the first clothes he could find and tied his shoelaces with a bitter rage and sniffs wet with her mother in the background.

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There's the joy of

Closure 7 pm 30 am.

quick shower.

Breakfast on the run.

Dress randomly by the physical proximity of clothing from my hand.

Down stairs at full speed.

patient's physician crossed second in the lobby of the building. He looks sick. It has a head full of wrinkled prune. I wish him the door with a smile. Hello or thank you.

Brisk in the street.

subway turnstile. The bright eyes of kindness, I want the door to a plump woman, falsely blonde and really unpleasant. No thank you or anything.

course I catch the subway. The doors close under my nose and on one end of the sleeve of my jacket. The next arrives 3 minutes later. Already quite full. I see a place miraculously free. I myself slips with difficulty. I'm going to sit down with happiness and relief, when suddenly I see it. Pregnant women. I move my head seat, mimicking to perfection the girl nice and helpful, loving abandon, without any hope of replacing its headquarters at 9 o'clock in the morning rush hour, and this early in the journey, a woman made pregnant until 'ears. Of course, she accepts. His smile looks more like a nervous quiver of the upper lip as a demonstration of recognition or accomplice shared pleasure.

Change, long corridor, a guy I lean immense and spins a shot in the shoulder doubling me excitedly. Neither apology or smile. At every time, I'll have a bruise.

RER. A good woman bites me stack my seat before I sit down. Without even pretending to throw me any tiny peek just to show she knows that I exist and it has just bitten me.

Check the tram. Seat. Phew. A guy comes up to me in his shirt. I shifted my legs to let him pass through. I stick a blow to the knee. No thank you or sorry. Ouch.

Arrival at the agency. I call the elevator. It is full of those returning from their morning coffee, relaxed and chattering. No place. I await the next. I ride. 4 people inside. None of which responds to my hello.

I enter in my office finally glad to be able to connect to my despair with people sympathetic, kind and who like me. The girls took to drink a coffee. Without me.

... !


Sometimes in life, there is just one word, exact, which expresses much good, with extraordinary accuracy, everything we feel. A single word that gives us the impression that it was invented just for this moment, this moment, this moment in which the infinite palette feelings nuanced and complex fades to form one huge pile of gray nervousness, distress, despair and sadness.


SHIT!

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Meanwhile ...

That this% £ ¨ $ ù `m = $ comp wants to stop doing many of his own, thereby preventing me tell you about the further adventures of this poor Leo, I put a small photo of my vacation (in good company) that will prove that all my thoughts, or almost, turned to the star spangled and avid bird paradise.


PS: I accept any form of donation, or act friendly to replace my faulty machine = D

Installing Navigation To 2008 Ridgeline

There is no smoke without fire.

There is no smoke without fire. Yes, thank you, I saw that I repeated. But because it's important what I said. It is not just a title. It helps me to bounce back with wit and funny and flavored (we do not say it, a spirit flavored? Ah. But I decided to write a little rhyme, assonnaces many and varied "ai" .. . Oh, no. Okay, so I withdraw, I release the flavored. I'm sorry as a bonus. Sorry).

short time.
Ok, quick. What I was saying. Oh yeah ...

There is no smoke without fire.
False.
Yeah, that's wrong. The truism, thank you.
Wrong.
FALSE
Since I threw lighters and smokes out the window breaks, it all started. The forest burns
I said. It is now, there is.
Yes ladies and gentlemen, this is proven, there is smoke without a lighter.

But we also need this ...

I must always be ahead of the trend. And the trend is to be healthy. Yeah, man.

30 minutes of walking per day and 10 different fruits and vegetables. Yes DIFFERENT , and more.
1 orange and 1 clementine that, it does not count. Nope! 1 artichoke, cherries and endive to breakfast. is better. Much better. It is fine. Green and orange, red and yellow, mix me that, or you will die in infamy!

A healthy mind in a healthy body I tell you. Estrip a roll in a lot tin. Yeah man!

The rosy cheeks, white teeth and clothes smelling of fabric softener. And hair that scent the wind. I feel clean. I like to holiness. Ladies and gentlemen, I am the epitome of wholesomeness. I am the new century. Americanism bombastic. I mastered my cholesterol, insurance worship me. I eliminated the Malus of my life forever. I am a sportsman. I sleep 9 hours per night. I am an example. I am immortal. I am a significant saving to society. I close the hole in Social Security, my ladies and gentlemen.

I'm missing the new part that it's missing nothing. My mood tickets will be soft and you will not feel anything anymore.

I banned burger and colorful candies, I brush my teeth 16 times a day and avoiding the sun in summer.

I'm perfect. Nobody recognizes me in the evening. I am an ascetic, silent, I forgot to alcohol and parties.

I as good as gold. Even

flu to avoid me.

I'm sad. A
cry.
Cigarettes I miss.
A scream.

There are people who crack stopping smoking?

It's bad for the nerves to quit the neighborhood?

me feel bad.

is normal doctor?
Hey, Doc '?
Hey!!
Nobody answers. Ben
thank you, okay!

Broken Blood Vessels All Over Body

Iphone Explosion.

I'm bitter as an old wrinkled green apple. I'm bitter as an old vinegar forgotten once started. I'm bitter as an old pickle acid and soft floating in a jar without reason empty, deserted by all ministries onions. I'm bitter as a vegetable mold left corner on a dirty sink. I'm bitter as a salad dressing missed. I'm bitter as a beef curry too spicy. I'm bitter as a stomach after a Mexican dish rifle. I'm bitter like a driver without points. I like my neighbors soured on weeknights when I do the party at my house. I'm bitter as a vegetarian cannibal.

I soured to the point that I listen to the latest album Mark Schultz to calm me.

I listen his latest title, "I dream of your ass," which I had built an immense hope, and I come out sorry. The rhymes are poor, I love his voice sighs like an old chimney that smoked too many gypsies. It missed, bad idea. Not

decidedly nothing today, absolutely nothing, tear me a smile.

Or perhaps so. There is the history of Mamadou Traore, "The unarmed Killer" that will tell Jean Luc Hondelatte in "Bring in the accused" my favorite show.

Ah yes, yes, this mediocrity morbid comforts me a little I must admit.

The idea that your iphone t'explosera perhaps one day to the mouth, that, that comforts me a little too.

is even better.

But yes, it's true!

...

Finally life is beautiful when you're happy

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Leon - Part XVII

production then contacted Leon, and offered as part of the issue, "realize his dream" by organizing a dinner alone with Vanina, who had expressed great enthusiasm for this idea. It failed to release the handset when these words reached her ear, and he remained there, dazed for a few minutes after this.

Leon liked more of what he saw in his mirror. He has long been known for years. Finally it was appreciated at its true value. Her mother was too poor to recognize also, that's all. It began its thirty-one. He left his finest flowered shirt, he carefully buttoned to the top, mop and went looking for cologne. It was then panicked: what style she liked to dress? And if she does not find amusing? Vanina was "very enthusiastic" about their meeting, he had to please him a bit already. However, she had seen in the few suits, those on stage, and of small stories. There could not go in her place everyday, it fails to seal, and he had to mark the occasion. He decided that the safest was to wear one of these great designer suits, which had been specially made for him, and that was very similar to what he had worn during the show had seduced his sweetheart, with Glitter and fringes and less. He then spent thirty minutes to wash their teeth, to recover from cologne, for fear that the change of clothes too has reduced the smell, and to subdue the rebels ears with a styling wax that his mother kept in an old cupboard.

They find themselves in a famous Parisian cafe, "The Little Persia," the same evening. All rising stars and people in the wind, or almost were clients of this hotspot. Located in downtown Paris, in the middle of a small private park where swans and peacocks parading, this adorable coffee was the preferred place of reunion people in, who became somebody.

The madam, Miss de Ringeard, was updating regularly as scrupulously as a sort of little book of Stars ("These people in gold," she jokes often accompanied with a forced laugh that came from the bottom his throat), she also took pictures and took pleasure almost orgasmic tu. Behind this facade of sycophancy unbearable hid a sharp business sense.

Thus, at 8:37 p.m., Leon, sweaty palms and dry mouth, accompanied by three cameramen he warmed his shoulders from a twenty minutes, while showcasing his film, saw him coming off the little frail and slender silhouette of Vanina, who paraded nimbly between swans and peacocks. Again, she had spared his arrival if a dozen of thousands of viewers could fall in love with her in passing, it would be something gained. She finally sat down after the bartender introduced him to his chair.

- Goodnight, Leo, "she said in a voice low and warm, almost whispering.

She was radiant. Her blonde hair adorned her gold dress perfectly cut, and one felt that every detail his face had been thought, thoughtful work. She had painted her cheeks slightly, put a lipstick elegant and just enough makeup to make believe that this perfection was natural.

Leon said nothing. He was petrified. He realized that there was in itself nothing but a huge mess of ideas just as stupid as each other, soaking it all in the acidic juice of the emergency. Do something, do something, say something, find something, shit, you go to a moron, she is finally here and you spend the last of morons!

- Bonjoir, then suddenly he said, sketching a movement towards the hand she was not tight, to kiss.
She gave him a look that was so full of misunderstanding and disgust that his perfect mask of benevolence had in leaking a bit. She pulled herself together.
- I'm pleased to meet you. I saw the show, and I saw that you already had many fans. You can count me among them, she said, smiling.
- So you liked? You know, I chose this song just for you. Already because it's the same name as that ... Finally you call like that, none. And then it's a love song, "he stammered, becoming red if it was silent and to hide his embarrassment, plunged into the contemplation of a peacock who had to wheel a few meters them.
- They are beautiful, is not it, "she said softly.
- Yes, very. You could be a peacock, he replied, looking at her lovingly.
- It's fun, it looks like they call you, "she remarked in the hearing.
- Oh, yes I see, finally I hear. They ... "Léééon! Léééonnn! "And he began to faithfully reproduce they cry. It's fun, "he said with a chuckle of a laugh poorly controlled. They seem to say something else ...
- Really? If we were talking about you ... or me ...
- Yes ... yes they are "Leon! Leo! Taikon! Leon! Taikon! "Deciphered there full of enthusiasm.
- Leon, she recalled a little impatient, I organized the dinner for something more important. This is not just a dinner only. I want us to become friends.

Leon saw this in mind the multiplication of their appointments and therefore the promise a budding romance - if not already present in her, accepted, full of euphoria, the proposal that Vanina him. He began to drink a cocktail of these "trendy" and lack of habit then added a fairly advanced in his drunken euphoria, which gave the spectators see, and talk to people magazine. Vanina, noting that they talked to her this much, and very favorable terms, welcomed this initiative, and laughed at the recollection of long minutes in front of what she had to remain benign, or make as if nothing had happened.

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For their second rendezvous, the new conquest of Vanina had invited her to visit the studios of the issue, and we look forward to everyone's little stories that were broadcast between passage of different candidates. Given the popularity of Leon, and the buzz it had created on the Internet, he dedicated the production of longer stories. We interviewed him there, there was visiting his house, his room, his place of work, there met his mother.

So when Vanina was comfortably installed in one of the chairs of the editing room, where the young man enlisted to be left alone, he began to show him, with delight, these images he had seen and who had booked a big surprise.

After seeing the exhibition of León, a quick interview with the mother of Leo, the dynamic colleagues Leon, his dog quadriplegic, the wallpaper in the stairwell representative crowds of hunting dogs accompanying hunters brave , Vanina remained petrified when she saw what followed.
"And then there are the toilets ... So, yes, I also have many posters and pictures I printed several with the printers on the desktop, then this will be our little secret, he says, laughing stupidly, but with a relaxation that showed he was right in his little world. But most of my collection is in my toilet, "he said, turning on the light in the square meter, which contained the family cup. "Vanina
then discovered a hundred pictures of her, of different sizes and colors, plastered on the walls, which were visible over a single inch of their original appearance.

- Ah, but who is it? So the Vanina you mentioned at the last show? asked the presenter.
- Yes, that's it, "said Leon. I fell in love with her as soon as I saw it.
- How charming. And why did they put these pictures here? It's strange ... as an exhibition.
- Well, actually she is a writer. I saw in a magazine she published poems and things like that in a magazine called Etron. I looked in a dictionary, and saw that it meant "dung, excrement." I admit to not knowing why this magazine is called like that because Vanina is everything except the mud, but anyway, I respect his choice, and I want to commend him to the end, faithfully.
- I see, I see, "replied the presenter. We feel all the love that you wear. And if I can go back on what happened in the last issue: why did you change the song at the last moment?
- Well, I told myself that if ever I was eliminated in the first issue, I would not have had time to get my message Vanina. I do not know if she understood, and if she watched the show, but I hope so.
- So you wanted to convey a message of love above all?
- Yes, that's it, Leon said with a shy conviction.
- Well I think it's past, Leon, and the love you express to the public liked. You have many fans ...
Vanina averted his eyes from the screen to be a dumbfounded look on her mocking suitor who burst out with him.
- Makes you laugh? he asked her. No, but that this ... this ... thing?
(Vanina forgot all his tricks).
- Obviously, a lovesick, he replied cynically. At the same time, I can understand that, "he said, throwing a glance at Vanina seducer.
- No, but how can he know me ...? I mean, it is not at all in the same circles ... he's even looking turd in the dictionary. And my god, her wallpaper!
- It's true, I wonder how this yokel could fall on a review as intellectual as yours, "he conceded with a false air - Vanina doubted there knew little either.
- What kind of reputation I'm having now, "she muttered, looking at the freeze frame that showed unflattering poses de Leon, scratching his nose close up.
- No, but in fact, that's where it gets interesting. This guy is an idiot, obviously, but it created quite a buzz crazy. You could totally ride his buzz to boost your career and so on. Or at least laugh.
- But my "career" has no need to be restarted or I know not what. I do not need to be someone buzz me.
- But the journalist did not know you exist ... That's right, you're an elite. You're beautiful, intelligent, and all we can dream of a woman. But it's also what scares people, and who grow poorly in judging you. If you show that you can show you nice, even more with Leo, people will think you're not pretentious kitten they thought you were and your audience will be much broader. Now, people say we're all equal, and that would be worth as much as rednecks, or the country bumpkins. If you do not show them that you think like them, you will not get out of your little sphere and will never be known.

Vanina, doubtful, skeptical, listened to arguments that these waves gradually persuaded the use of this little puppet boots and glitter that had done so much laughter the other night.

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Bip. Bip. Bip. Bip. Rivette's supermarket-in-Besier now knew that another one of his recurring monotonous tempo barcode passed under the shower: "You would not be that ... there, on TV, who sings in the show? I can take a picture with you? Or an autograph? . And each time, with the same surprise, Leon replied in a tone faltering "Uh yes, yes of course. After which he put next to a girl with greasy hair which an adolescent bantering.

- Well, Leo, you eat green beans? demanded his mother, impatient, a tin can in hand.
- Uh, yes, yes, "he answered as if he regained consciousness the reality around him.
- What you have today, you're weird ... his mother asked, sullenly.
- Mom, do not like you could not see all these people ...
- Yes, it is the same as usual we meet, and do not even see you.
- Exactly, I ... They see me now. And they are proud. They are proud of me.
- They are mostly stupid ...
- Because being is proud of me being stupid? Oh, you you're not stupid at least ... No, you're my mother but you're the one who do not be proud of me ... "he replied bitterly.
His mother, silent, merely take a bunch of cheap chocolate cereal and put it in her cart. Leon said the shelf and handed it to take a brand.
- But what are you doing? You always take them there usually!
- And if people see me? I'd look ridiculous. People are brand marks. That's why these designers came to me the other day.
- Ah, that, "People brand" ... You're the already ridiculous.

And she began to push his cart, without saying a word. Leon followed, prohibited. "She understands nothing," he said. It is selfish. Or jealous. I succeeded, and she stays with her failed life. I was the only thing she had and now she must share me with others ... and that it does not support it. "

- And peas, I can take the peas? Or now that you're famous you need worry BIG?

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Following a disgusting dinner during which you have tasted a variety of dishes bland background discussion boring and you just decide to avoid relapse until death s' ensued:
- Thanks for dinner! We rebuild it soon!

Following a disastrous first rencart:
- Hi, see you soon!

After a very bad play-enemies, which the comedian is a very good friend:
- Hey, what a memory, the text is super long right? It went super fast two hours and a half! Frankly, the seats were comfortable, beautiful theater! Humm ... interesting part, really original staging is the word. Hat, nice discovery! Really! BRA VO!

A man-woman that sticks a little too much and you do not want to be close enough to discover the exact smell of his after shave or history of what led explains how unfortunate combination of circumstances it is she become as boring:
- Oh come on, I have not saw the girl over there for a thousand years! I'm going to greet her, forced-e! You forgive me? I come back later!

A colleague, classmate college psy-your-boss your-type-girl-plated badly thee that thou hast no desire to cruise in absolute terms and even less so tonight you're drunk and you're having fun just perfectly. And you've artistically and successfully avoided for hours:
- You were there from the early evening? Nooooon, really? Happened to you in 21 hours! I have not seen so many people there tonight! To your

Director customer who has a disgusting dress:
- It is nice your dress. It fits you very well.

To your co-workers going on holiday:
- I think of you!

To someone who says anything about a subject that you take to heart:
- I understand your point of view, but ...


A consultant who said anything about a subject that you pro heart:
- I hear that, but ...

To your mother tells a story about anything that you heart:
- Yes, you're right mom, I'll have you read my novel before sending it to homes editions.

A girlfriend crying drunk on his failed life:
- No, it bothers me not at all listen

At the old woman who asks you your place in the subway after a 14 hour day and very beginning of your journey when a line any place costing $ 2,000.
- But not at all lady. Sit down, please. Really, nothing.

While you say you want, but you piss me off no-con room, shut up, what do I give a shit about wasting my free time listening to the insufferable nonsense coming out of your mouth coming out of my eyes. There was a life, and if I calculate correctly, I still average only days to live 180 000 9000 in which sleep and I refuse to lose a single tiny hour watching your face simian me ranting stuff that I give a shit.

So close there, emerges out of my life, do not even speak the word and will take unnecessary time you spend your life uninteresting and stupid to rot ear of someone else.

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- Vanina? Vaninaaaa? Where are you darling? sang pitched voice of Mrs. Polanski in the main staircase of the family home.
- I'm here Mom, "replied Vanina from his room, a weary voice.
- you'll join us for dinner tonight? We receive new guests. Unless you'd rather spend the evening with your ... 'friend'.
- No, that's okay. Yes, I think I'll come, it might be fun ...
- Okay. I introduced your outfit in your wardrobe.

That evening, Vanina went down with the few minutes of delay necessary to save his entrance into the room where had taken up the guests. She wore a black dress very neatly trimmed, which showed a little more legs than her mother had predicted. She sat at the only place that was still empty in the end table next to a young man whose costume was of very costly. She looked up with that look she knew so well, mimicking both natural and some that look she wanted intriguing. She had managed its effect: he watched with intensity. They talked a bit, and the masks of seduction and excellence required by their standard of living filtrèrent their words and gestures. They spoke of what he were in life: she spoke of her literary career, the next book she had published, and he pretended to have read some of these works he obviously adored. He then spoke of his television work, the need to always be at the cutting edge, aware of every move media. They talked about market research, TV ratings, target audience.

- ... In fact if ever I was not aware of the buzz that appears surprising since few days on the Net about this "Leo," I will have to notify the prod which would have lost that stupid gold mine. With him, the audience is assured for at least three or four next series. Afterwards, we can not guarantee for the future, it is so stupid that it will surely eliminate fairly quickly, people grow weary.
- You talk about Leon? But it's me, or almost, which I started this buzz! So it was you, in the atrium? Finally, I mean, you have advised them to do what Leo wanted?
- Yes, sort of. It's fun that he sang this song finally ... Really, we are several had to be bewitched by Vanina ... "he said, looking at her intently.

She looked down, mimicking the timidity that this kind of scrutiny was supposed to provoke, and said to herself that this man may well be useful.

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is suddenly plunged into darkness tray. Leon's mother, hurt not to be "loved" and offended the wrong song choice for this kind, hung on her, and brought his dog, she took on her knees. She was surprised to find the plateau of the dark when it returned, it was as long staged introduction. It went up the sound. "Yes? Does anyone hear me? "He mumbled into the microphone too close to let out a horrible sound. The public was divided between laughter and silent surprise. "Uh, actually I changed my mind. I want to sing the song that I had booked for next week. "Then we saw the presenter, two fingers on the headset, nodding after a long minute of silence during which Leo, rigid in the beam of light that had lit upon him during the negotiations, let slip his microphone his sweaty hands. "Okay. For you and for the first time on this board, and certainly the last, we will allow you to change the song. To you make you forgive! Lights, and music maestro! he said with force to men in authority.

tray, briefly plunged into darkness, was gradually illuminated by small lights purple, and as small as the intro music filled the entire studio. Leon, then advanced with a little mechanical, but not a swaying, knees and moved in rhythm agreements tonics, looked almost beatific. "Far from you I wonder / Why my life is like / A scorched earth ... But when love is distancing ... "He began to twist more energetically and sang loudly" Vanina remind you / That I'm nothing without you ... if you forget me I'll be for life alone in the world ... world world world world! . And he continued with a shrill voice "Vanina-aaaaa-aaaaaaaaa ... wahouuu Wah" ... When Leon finally emerged from this kind of trance that had propelled into the heart of the song, he looked at the audience and realized that Much of it had risen, and followed his movements with great attention. They were like hanging his boots glitter. He then drove up the courage to improvise some dance steps and movements that had not worked before the glass. A few cries from the public hailed this initiative and Leon dived into his trance became frantic. He chained, while singing with a bewildering rapidity, and that he had repeated and new, always daring, always daring. The cries redoubled the public, which further increased the intensity of the movements of Leon, whose boot skidded suddenly. Spread over the back, the music ("aaaaaa" rang forever. The idea he should do as if nothing had occurred to him then very quickly to mind, and he began to dance on the floor, turning and beating rhythm of the legs and arms, as when the we want to draw a snow angel. He found a way to meet with a smile exaggerated to mask the awkwardness of his gesture. The music began to weaken, the approaching end of the song: he then said it was better play it safe. He again began to dance in rhythm, and tried to engage the public by securing it with one of those looks that he had the secret, and making big gestures accompanying brief " All with me, "stammered into the microphone.

Vanina, all red in front of his screen, watching the scene, dumbfounded. His friends, who giggled incessantly for several minutes, marked the irony of the coincidence by big pats on the back of it. Vanina did not know what this hick Greluche Leon wanted to convey a message but she did not like that and turns into ridicule the name she took time to find.

Leon's mother, who did not recognize his son in this small screen full of artificial colors, absently followed the end of the show, the negative vote of the jury and the "poaching" massive public sealed the fate of his son before going to bed.