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44 - I've got you to let me down.

Bon bah now I'm going on tour in two days. I do not really know what purpose other than to lose money, and certainly my dignity in the process. But hey, I like to believe it. So the coup I have to find how to dress, because I go out. I'll see fabulous Glitches Why not mix in, it promises. So I'd like to look cool, but a little class, but not too much, y'know? And I do not know what to put. And I'm drunk. And then it you drunk so I'm sure. Tonight I
exactly 26 contacts connected on Facebook, Myspace and 11 of 19 on MSN and yet I'm pissed off at death. I do not speak to anyone and nobody talks to me, beautiful is the advancement of Internet communication like (oh I mean I V'la "Plok" Facebook, I have a friend!) (Oh shit is a ball) (yes I'm never happy).
So as I'm bored bah I'm making this crap article. And I sail on some blogs too, and they are people who come to tell really interesting stuff with a good vocabulary and topics addictive. I tell my poor life, read three Clampin (thank you, for that matter), which is rather not very cheerful. It's true what I'm complaining all the time, I often tell the same kind "kikoo I want to die" in short, is not great. Sometimes notice, I have bursts of good humor, which I'm light. Genre right now. But on 44 items y'en not even a tenth.
I want to read books full of good but I do not know where to buy. I like the classics but also new stuff, so if you want advise me / lend, I'm involved. These
time I do not really know why, my memory comes back to me (that's it, I drink less then my neurons grow back or not). Yesterday I was kind of train suddenly remember a sunset near Blagnac airport with my ex, like it was lying on the roof of a building and watch the planes go (yes it ' say it is beautiful). I almost textoter for once but I dunno if he still has the same number. I also recalled a shouting match with some monstrous Mr. stairs in Maxim's. I remember that I waited for him to "put the record straight" (I reckon it's my specialty), and he sent me shit severe type "I want to see you anymore hear from you coward Cluster me for crying out loud. "Then I'm gone, and I cried on the subway, Mr. worse after I joined the Truskel to apologize. Very funny this memory, especially as Mr. is one of the worst balls infréquentables I know. What he took me in that time (a year and a half note)? I do not know and I want to know. But it's cool to step back.
Anyway, good night, maybe?

Mood: in a vacuum.
RB: The needle & the damage done - Neil Young.
Pic: Ashley Stymest my future husband.

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43 - Don't wanna waste away my life-savings, too many feelings left to save.

It was dark and I do not really know where it was. It looked like a festival, just the same kind as the Garden Nef Party, except that the site was directly integrated into the site itself. We were three. It was after a long period of isolation, stubble and dirty clothes, but it felt good. He seemed to rediscover all, he was touched by every detail of what we live, the drunk people around us, the guys on the side of the stage who smoked, all alone, the sun was setting and the cold that s' installation, how sassy she had painted her nails, holes in my sneakers. Everything. He was so changed that he hardly spoke. She went to fetch us beer, leaving me alone with him, I had not seen for so long. I knew the next day he was leaving, I knew it all. I knew this time would not know it when we see him again. He had two days of suspension, to say farewell to life, and it is with us he chose to pass. Eternal gratitude. We were both then, and I did not know what to say for fear of disturbing her back among the living. So I called him, then walked up and I took him in my arms. It lasted ten seconds, a minute or perhaps five, I do not know. I had my nose against his neck, his beard pricked me but it felt good. It was not cold, unlike me. Then it became moist, and me too. I asked him why he had done "it" and he did not answer. We just cried and it was enough for an answer. She arrived, interrupted our embrace and made me a thousand reproaches. "It is fragile, you know very well that you would not do that." No I did not know. I knew nothing, what to do or not do, I was just doing things by instinct. I was only assured that I shall never see him again. In the end, we decided to sleep under the stars. Each For its part, although his eyes he asked only one thing: not being alone.

Mood: Wounded.
RB: The Crystal Ship - The Doors.
Pic: Tibo Zissou

Italian Wedding Wording

42 - 'Cause I adore(d) you.

You do not deserve me. It is obvious now. It took you pronounce these words these, and you do not pronounce those. It's a shame, yes, that's a shame.
It always comes back to the maxim laid by Jude: "To say things and act as if we had not known it is wrong." You is the perfect example. You have memory failure or just hidden disincentives? Do you express your faith in me to finally smiles do worse than before? You tire me, and I'm tired of being tired. Especially when the result is invariably the same name.
is decided, it will not be for me to come to you from racking my brains for plans to con in order to be perfect, to bleed me again, as tonight, because I was afraid of our whites. It will be up to you to make these sacrifices then. It will not be for me to strive for perfection, to be afraid of the slightest misstep, anxiety every contingency. I dump everything. Torture yourself just a little, not even a tenth of what I am killed, you'll see if it's easy. I wish you much courage or not.
I'll raise a finger over for you, nothing will come from me, I'll be dead, as you were so used to doing. Let's exchange the roles, I appointed thee the burden. You have no choice if you want me to prove you've changed, roll up your sleeves and plan provisions; the wilderness may be longer than expected.

Mood: upset.
RB: Razorblade Sky - Queenadreena.
Pic: Jude.

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41 - L'alcool, le manque, et la maladie mentale.

is done, we are in 2009. This Christmas Eve was very strange. Even unhealthy. Hiding in the bathroom to cry it's not very nice what. Crying what, you say? Crying shame, despair, doubt, tiredness, fatigue, anxiety, lack.
"I do not know where I'm past few days, what I should do, how I should react. I lost track. I was so sure of myself there not long ago, I 'were content to be distributed on new foundations, to be moved on ANYTHING basically. But it took you disembark like that, without warning, you fucked everything I had managed to repair weak, that you violated one by one the barriers that I put my heart before. You're a bulldozer. I hate you. I am not unsettled and I really like this. For once I had asked nothing and I was careful not to make a pretense of fuckin first step towards you. For once, I remained silent, erased ... You suddenly wanted to change that. Help me to follow you. Help me to know what I should do. Start by not already make me doubt, by no longer make me doubt. "
That is what is going on in my head while my tears flowed for the second time that evening. Yes because there was a first time. It was just because I realized that I could be pretty unbearable. I wanted to slap me, me bleed. Yet I tried to make efforts, when I heard my own voice, for example. There, I said to myself internally "Warning, you're a ball at that moment. Shut your mouth for a moment, do you remember, then forget that you did and again." And obviously it did not work. I hate myself. That
, 2009, you give envy.

Mood: lost.
RB: After Hours - The Velvet Underground.
Pic: Irina Ionesco.