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is a night like any other, it is a night like so many in every life, one night or longer, more or less elastic. It navigates blind, between the long deserted foggy and feverish turmoil, between the hours of mild anesthesia without dreams, and the tumult chimeras, which we holding the wrist, screaming in our ears stories without excuse. So many strange languages will remain misunderstood. In those slumps where we float indistinct haggard, sometimes break off glimmers suicidal. Unconscious and happy they stumble on their pedestals, and their joy flood pierces the darkness. Laughter fragile crystalline purity, they float by crawling in the dark swamp, into our eyes and fill our skulls. They are then
for us what we can not describe these beauties beyond words and that they become hope, hope of a possible new surpassing the Real, which surpasses what was previously thought. They are an opening in the heavy and thick curtain of our mind, they are the beacon that promises in the eloquence of his light firm ground within reach of the sea. For all these miserable that one day we all lost in the dark waves of delirious night, just very little for the heart racing. For a match is diverted his path, and each burst is a gem. To match by match, the chimera chimera, is the race of life, a life that night.
For a moment, so close to the flame, lit insects we dance phosphorescent bulbs all around. In a halo of warmth, we prélassons lazy, bewitched by drugs liars. And we're dancing like the drunken dance in summer, drunk and sweaty heat, rum-soaked white, light yellow and disillusionment. Happiness in a viscous as molasses, we forget why the trip. And we entrust the heavy burden the new goddesses of our lives. And the flame in the night, the flickering hope, consumes our luggage in a brazier troubling. Walls of black smoke overcome outbreaks clear and opaque clouds of those cremated thicken more past the dark of night. And still we dance, happy be blinded, happy to be dazzled, delighted to finally be drunk. Wandering in smoke, and we convince ourselves, we promise to live now address this chimerical.
But the splendor of the night at the option of a sad blow off without warning. His absence thing and silence is the dark echo of his past greatness, deafening. Insects lost collide haggard, apologizing, suffocated in their sobs, seeking in them a word that would bring a sense of their plight known. Then the smell of bitter memories of celebration resumes wandering insignificant. And their way is a string, mesh of dark bursts, swinging in a jungle of huge glow glow of neon nothingness.

So fare too sensitive eyes, their luck and their misery, to be dazzled at the slightest glimmer. Increasing the dose taken every necessary heroism adulterated, they stick their head on car headlights, constantly seeking more lightning flashes. At the option
chimeras, with the light as the years pile up like flies in a corner at night, those sweet illusions are more poisonous. Swinging constantly between the delights of addiction and the torture of missing sugar semaphores are taking a taste of poison. Sirens to innocent youths are perverse when they string a necklace distressing their crimes like pearls. The player feels in his back breathing consciousness of his addiction and the emptiness of his joys laughed his misfortune. These are just images, projected happiness. The pads of his fingers caress the skin texture of cold cinderblock and embraces the beauty flat, projected on gray concrete walls of crude. And then the light goes out again, the figure of happiness ran away without leaving any shadow. Not a perfume in air, no fingerprints on his skin. And on that other wall lights a new film, brighter, and he ran breathlessly towards the green fields projected onto the fence.

And then one day, one morning without warning, comes the virgin dawn, and we see a path to draw ahead, with the calm beauty of honest evidence. It is said with a sigh of relief "is there." It aligns his view, it aligns his face and his whole body into the path clear, and it starts up without asking any question. You never know, the night could fall again. Once again the night falls, again dancing to the chimeras our eyes, again we will be weak and we will follow, and we learn of ourselves but at our expense. Let us walk so quickly, as the road is clear, think of all these passengers staggering goals, but who stole the path to destiny, and we hurry, enthusiastic, on these roads open to us.
unrest which settles slowly settles on the ground, as are deposited in the evening clothes at the foot of the bed. And gracefully, barefoot in the morning light, take the road. One last breath our lungs get rid of opiate vapor chimeras night. In our back, we hardly hear the walls collapse and the singing drunks. We walk serene.

Th Wizard Interrupted

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Like really, I do not have much else to do, like really, I take a certain pleasure to waste your time and be really, I can not do anything it is more intelligent before he swallowed a hectolitre of strong coffee, I am here to paste a weak but loving my columns, as we would stick a little slap the buttocks of a pretty young lady that you are always in season. Yep, the chronicle stupid as you prepare inexplicably play entitled "Be Italian."
So there will be a sham, fashion, ice cream, the blink of an eye, the smile, the mozzarella, the flirt vaguely rude and Parmesan. Note, this definition could apply to many of my publications ... What do you have it in my blood. A quarter of my blood to be precise. So I put parmesan on a quarter of my columns. For show and flirt vaguely rude, I put everywhere parcequ'avant to be Italian, I'm still a fool associate.

Most observers of my profile facebook, or those experiencing frustrations with the automatic delivery of my publications on their wall, dressing will have noticed that my seasonal virtual person (I sold my avatar to science, so I had to create a new one on facebook) is in the colors of Italy. Like I went 2 times in my life that I do not speak Italian, I built this skin on rough blocks, which is much more meaningful to everyone, and definitely more convenient.

all started when mobile without valid I started to listen alternately Cutunio Toto ("l'italiano") and Claude barzotti ("I'm rital and everything else ") to the gym. I started to tell me that something was happening in me enough to make it unhealthy and interesting that I share with people I barely know. So, as the windows of Lafayette Haussmann (or Auntie Barbès, on the spur of the moment), I jumped at the first tremor of an outline tends to be a must on my facebook page. Note to the famiglia Bettinelli: Christmas 2010 will be Italian. It's done. It gives us nine months to sample all sorts of existing Tiramisu. Note that this

Italian dressing follows a too short dress beachboy California port with the tank above the chest, which was slightly ahead of its time. Not that the world is not ready for this aesthetic trend. It plutpôt weather Rennes which is lagging behind. Not wanting to risk a hay nipples, which everyone knows can lead to complications somewhat embarrassing, I put this look (temporarily) in the closet, drawers with Star Wars.

you object fitting that even repeated listening to dusty two tubes is not sufficient to start a trend. My friends quiet y'all the foundation more solid than this.
It took two tubes and a dusty turnip U.S. to convince me of the merits of my new addiction.

Last Saturday, while leaving a skinny dance classes and seeking an excuse to brutally m'enfiler 400g m & ms, I decided to go sit in the dark before "nine". Critics are particularly abysmal, I told myself that no potentially interesting intrigue should come and disturb my tasting m & ms.
For the plot, I was right, nothing suggests that it is indeed a film common sense of the term, ie with a history, ideas, etc. .. Instead some lovely views, such as wigs in the Minestrone (Italian version and exuberant hair on the soup), somewhat diverted my attention from my dear peanuts (no, I do not keep the package of m & ms between my legs The chocolate will melt). So between a few lines, fortunately rare, pathetic dialogue, there were music videos involving celebrities sensual, aesthetically happy, and outrageously vulgar, and I was awfully pleased.

First there is the song by Fergie, the Black Eyed Peas moth, which is a source inexhaustible inspiration. Fergie says she'll "be Italian," and as she took 20 kg for the film, you obey him, and you're italian Prompto much as you can, lest it sit on you. Because she works as seen from his chair in the clip, you have a little afraid she'll do the same thing. For fans of extreme sports, however (like me who likes to feed the emus in zoos), it is dangerously exciting. So it gives a lot of tips to be more italian. Eg 'Try to Give My Cheek pad, and it shows you how to caress her cheek she wants (we are happy that there a user manual), or "When you try to pinch me pinch me Where There IS fat." And we understand why it took 20 kg before the film's naughty, because for once the phrase can be translated as "clamp me absolutely anywhere, wherever you want, really, in every corner, and when you want . And I do not eat anything that's brownie since I need to finish the remains of my evening MJ, I become rather pinchable as a boy. Fergie, I forgot to mention it plays the role of a prostitute who works in a hut on a beach. And I find the concept very interesting business, because the prostitute is better but they are still the squalid quarters station. While there on the beach is much more convenient, as long as you have no sand everywhere. To recall it is Italian, she hit her buttocks with a tambourine, and to show that it is at the beach, she throws sand in the face from time to time. The whole is much titillating, and I like the image that refers to the Italian woman. I think I'll drag a tambourine in my beach bag for summer.

Another shattering experience during my passion boulottage peanut chocolate: the number of Kate Hudson. First we like as it is subtly integrated the film. It is an American journalist, Vogue, who has interviewed the filmmaker. So instead of asking questions she sings in the butt stock. Ah, these Americans, what professionalism! And any American that is, as she works for Vogue, she understands the essence of Italy, not olive oil, but to fashion. So she sways on a podium in a silver mini dress style sixtiesqui rpesque I would forget the miniskirts girls "Whip It". It is true that in Rome, the sidewalks are catwalks, and whether to move in Rio footprint is a line of samba is on parade fashion that runs through the Italian capital. To go to the forums? You take up the parade plaza di Spagna Gucci, Ferragamo and then to St. Peter, Fendi and brings you in the forums. Yes I made a little detour, but I love the Gucci line. In good journalist Vogue, Miss Hudson does not fail to tell us how the transition will be an essential accessory for the summer: the Italian cohort of boys. Indeed, while it quietly goes to work, the impression to the Prada fashion show Plaza del Popolo, Kate comes with a sling load of pretty young people aesthetically intelligent, judicious molded in black suits that also bent, as it should be complemented by dark glasses, and rolling the basis for its continued distributing smiles boys play ... Basically, it is accompanied by a number of "official people" . I'll soon organize a casting for me be my own cohort of Italian boys, hoping that there will be more candidates than when I'm looking for extras for the classic ballet!

few memorable images from the rest of the film: Penelope Cruz, who expects her thighs apart, Marion Cotillard, who is the actress, as if she was in a real movie, and Nicole Kidman Chanel makes the pub and then goes away. It is a very bad movie that I loved, and since I swapped to the gym my hat starwars against a pair of sunglasses.
That's the film critic of the moment. Next week, "leisure", which could also impact on my interesting lifestyle. Admittedly, I used often enough to sing "banana pineapple and coconut" (video link on my FB profile) with a red boa, but he could now that I started to ride a bike naked. If you do not understand the reference, you obtain the most soon the DVD of that other cinematic masterpiece.

But questions remain in the background picture fairly trivial, and it is time to address issues much more serious about you all, starting with this issue that torture you for weeks: what is the next cap I will bring to the gym? Well after
cap Ricard, that I had to sell to a fan at the edge of scuicide, Starwars and cap so remarkably attached to my pants, the cap is a cap in March 2010 ... Mr. Bricolage, red farting. Thank you Alain. It will obviously be worn with a pretty blue overalls embroidered studs and nuts. The first one who name is Mario Bros., I exploded. Whatever, Mario IS italian ...

Moreover, the thief of my iphone still running. I cordially invite you to the accusation, because I think increasingly the world to impose collective punishment. Nothing like a good hit here to cheer. I breed indeed in my lab a secret team of super-transgenic female moths laid for Castagner rollerblading. And I spend my nights with their knit mini skirts ...
I also launching an appeal to Miss Barrymore to suggest to make the rest of "Whip It", but ice this time. The skating is fun, but moths are much tougher when they have razor blades on his feet. Also what could be more rock'n'roll than the world of synchronized skating? This is the makeup of the team from Iceland who have inspired her vocation Marilyn Manson. The hectolitre
coffee beginning to end, I feel self-censorship rising in me, so I publish this post before my conscience compels me to erase it completely.

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Wait, I found my skates, I'll post a little rumble.


Today I just like Brigitte Bardot (you will understand how close we are later in the article), a scream. But before you push it, I'll stop surreptitiously to wonder why, after all, you can not make a sound. It can be like a sofa you want to move: depending on where they are, where we hope it is in the near future phases of the moon and the maturation of leeks in the garden of my great aunt, you can choose to push or pull ... Well, since that is the custom, and I reserve my rebellion to read my article, I'll push my cry, and not pull ("- Horreuuuuur! thou hast pushed it too no longer aligned with the living room rug!! - Push your sofa all alone, what did you need to move furniture every month? ").
So I push a cry (but not too far away to not be glued to the wall either) to alert people of the growing consciousness of individuals. Including a despicable individual who has certainly greasy hair but that has little to do with sauerkraut, though, if still a bit, and found it reasonable to steal my cell phone in the locker room gonflette my room. Clearly, this man
- did not read my last article (which in itself is a major cause of public humiliation torture embellished)
- had not seen the movie with the girls who castagnent inline skates ("Whip It" by VO, "Bliss" by VF)
- I did not know that skates and I know how to use
- did not know that I'm feminine enough to enter a team of roller
- did not know that as I am the dancer I m'épile legs and therefore I am eligible to compete in races skate mini skirt with integrated castagne.
So he thought he could bite me my laptop (fashion accessory of a Brand apple-shaped), without a horde of Castagna rollerblading and mini skirt descend on him like ... Go and finish this sentence yourself to comment, give me 10 euros, and win a month's subscription to "Esthetic Center Mall Intermarché Rennes Longchamps. "Esthetic Center, beauty for her and the beauty at a low price.

I'm looking for a girls' team gets waxed in possession of rollers, mini skirts, the character of Margaret Thatcher or Tonya Harding, whose main fantasy in life to punish the men with rifle butts Hockey. It must be. Incidentally, I 'm also looking for a rugby team. Indeed guilty of the horrible rape of my iphone has not yet been identified, it is not unlikely, given that frequent my room gonflette, whether 200 kg of pellets in muscles androforme structure of bull-necked, with biceps as my thighs. The kind of vision that would be likely to substantially reduce the aggressiveness of a team of female roller.

Once the culprit caught, I will hold here a competition game where each participant can propose a method of torture to punish the triple nozzle. The five most original methods will be practiced by professional torturers and everything will be filmed and broadcast on Virgin 17.

Not because the most troublesome in this story is that in my iphone there were all my music and I listened to bottom with a giga helmet that made me look like Mickey while I was training at the gym. Or at the very least 4 hours of daily use. Using that, plus give me the intense joy of listening to "the Sugar Plum Fairy" by Tchaikovsky in the middle of bodybuilders, protected me from hazardous interactions that plague this kind of places. With my giant headphones, nobody dared speak to me, and if by misfortune a ball too enthusiastic and too confident nevertheless ventured to speak to me, I could pretend not to hear, what was most true time (I always listen very hard Nutcracker). There
without my headphones, assaults are far more numerous. And despite the look killer Sicilian arm of honor and the knee in the parts which are the usual hospitality to strangers that I reserve too talkative in the gym. Obviously, I thought to wear headphones anyway, and stuck the other end the cable into my pants ... But it's too "my genitals have something to say to me, and I listen dragging me."

short pass over my anger, and talk about things as fun as the 80% discount at the end of the balance, the movies where you drink and smoke with naked girls, my recent marriage, OJ Winter night, and the fact that I became a father last weekend for a family to turn green with envy Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie ... It is here, we're not one to waste time.

Let's start with the end balances, what is itself a terrible misery, but that has its good sides anyway. In fact the sales period, such a splendid ancient heroine does not die without having a final sublimated in a glorious explosion of splendid bravery. If you want to better represent these abstract ideas, listen to Dalida-Mourir sur scene. So last week dragging my weekend jog through the streets of reindeer, hoodie, and hat's van in reverse of circumstances (single cap was upside down), I found a leather jacket 19 euros a dozen DVDs to one euro coin (note that I would not have paid a penny more for each of these films, but hey, we can make the shelves sticky plastic boxes between them, and then the DVDs I put in my cornfield to scare naughty crows).
And then I went to Sephora to see if by chance there was a little beauty at a discount there ... And I found the famous "water antioxidant boost" Dr. Brandt to 50% ... As it should, I started dancing a medley of love with other customers of the store, just to serve the overflow of joy that had suddenly filled, then I pushed all old waiting to checkout to chopping my wallet on the nose of a good salesperson, my orgasm apparently left perplexed.
So since last weekend, every morning I drink a glass of water equivalent to 25 cups of tea. It's written on the label, so it's true. I can tell you that there is no trace of rust in my body, no offense to my detractors. Only downside: I'm working on a military platform ultra secure, on which there are no toilets, and where every time you come back they'll have an MRI that you complete your search as far as toenails ... Imagine seeing after drinking 25 cups of tea, how many times must I come home and sort of platform every morning ...

But why that had you need t'anti-oxidize like that Thomas , you say? But if you tell me, you see ...
It's simple, it's because I went to see "Gainsbourg, heroic life" film. And inevitably I fell in love for the character, and as there is a little gray matter in all this after-shampoo, I understand the film's message is that the genius of the writing is born of alcohol, tobacco, and women naked. So for not corrode under the influence of naked women, I take antioxidants. And every morning, when a sun ribbon wound on your hand and caress my shoulder, I turn languidly naked in my white sheets, to emerge gracile between disordered parts of my hair fragrant, sensual whispers and I "is Are there croissants? What France Info invariably answer "it is 8am and you listen to France Info," which generally means no. Me not removed, I put on my waders, my mini leather shorts, my leopard-skin coat, my Afghan hound, and I wake up and no, I'm still not Brigitte Bardot. First disappointment of the day. Shitty life.

Report to the inherent need of a naked woman in my ambitions brilliant author, I was forced to commit a wedding last weekend. Yeah it's already quite demanding, this duty of woman naked, so I told myself as I was going to do to hire a full time home. So I get married on facebook (because it is more reasonable at first), with Sonia goddess of gloss and mille feuille, which is a being of light, and in many respects the worth (his blog is linked in my favorites). Except that she is traveling in Zagreb, and it is becoming communist. So I may be marrying Gregory saw the picture because it has placed on his profile of "magicians dare" it's worth it ... But he is also Jewish ... Between a Communist and a Jew, what I'm going to be??
(PS, for all the people highly sensitive to facebook, I'm kidding. I'm not anti-Semitic nor cocophobe. Finkelstein rue des Rosiers is my favorite pastry and I spent my last vacation ... here in Zagreb, that 's story was that my account is not removed immediately).

So the wedding is done. News

very hot since it is a tropical climate in Vancouver: Tonight begins the Jos winter! Except as is it Vancouver also Jos night, which I have a serious problem. Indeed, for those following a little, until recently one of my pleasures (or vices, depending on the point of view) were favorites of me up on razor blades and m'exploser violently on a surface hard and icy. I did this several hours a day for years, and then I managed to stop. But I miss it. So I like to put down the TV night to watch others do it. A bit like a nympho porn materait night when his psychiatrist he was prohibited from practicing his downfall. Sometimes I look encrypted on Eurosport I not on my freebox, or on German channels. Ralala skating German ... So a few sleepless nights in perspective, hence need an antioxidant, and the need for "Esthetic Center. "Esthetic Center, beauty for her and the beauty at a low price!

And finally, my large family, because after all what good is marriage if you do not train reduction card? My large family is a whole group of artists which I gave birth last weekend. A range of artists in a way. I called "the magician dare" and that makes me completely gaga. In good doting father, I never get tired of making the promotion by sending invitations stupid ...
The full scope is visible on the Facebook page "wizards dare." For now I intend to keep them all, so do not ask me if you can adopt is not. But you can become a fan, or even join our group if you want to join our projects!