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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

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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!

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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