To my brother, Crocheton Anger. Buried rage, anger. Not the right. You had. Anger. You had not the right my brother. Because you. Weariness and weariness over again. Too hard, you say? You say too hard? Weariness. And me, weariness, you've thought of...

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Why are you the only not to ask me, mom? Crocheton is in bed. My mother is sitting on the edge of the bed. Her eyes are in vagueness as when one would like to be elsewhere. Mom is not here. Why don’t you want to know, mom, why don’t you? Mom is beautiful....

Sur mon blog j’ai une version française et une version anglaise, j’avais donc évidemment envie de proposer deux flux rss : un qui reprend les articles français, l’autre qui reprend seulement les articles anglais. Je voulais egalement une newsletter automatique...

The light coming in through the window on the saturday morning at 11 when it's the 25th of june and it's been summer for 4 days, this light, it's the one from a sun that seems to come friendly. It's stupid ? You say that it's stupid ? He says : "Hey,...

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His chest inflated like a balloon, it looks like his head is heavy as a stone and that it falls on his back, it’s the stone of his pride, weighing like an inherited anvil, it’s the stone of his pride that swings his skull on his scapula and inflates his...

Today I almost spent half of my day in the schoolyard. I was studying maths for the Brevet’s exam. We had only 3 course hours. During the left time we were allowed to study outside the school. It was cool. However, the two hours of German with Mrs Griard...

At 7:23 PM I still was a pathetic has-been. And the minute after I looked up and everything changed. Tattoo is very trendy. Someday I will talk about that if you wish to. Today I felt trendy, unwillingly. Those who told you they saw my father cry have...

Today was the first day of the last week at school. Our Profs told us it would be a study-for-the-exam week (ouais là c'est pas top je le sais). We don't even have to come. That's cool. I am not particularly worried about the exams for I am rather good...