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The evening 23-3-10 16-3-10
Collective hallucination
Like the Kennedy assassination, as the secret base at Roswell, as the killers of Brabant, as the monster of Loch Ness, Yeti and Big Foot, like the statues of Easter Island and the enigma of Atlantis, like the Bermuda Triangle and especially as the ghost who likes to open the window of my Toyt during the night, as all that, I can not explain "the effect Berlusconi. "
I can understand people who vote right, I can understand people who vote left, I can understand people who vote in the center ... This is the democratic expression of different sensibilities conditioned by social status, by education and by factors related to economic conditions and "character" of each other. I can understand how despair mingled with ignorance and a hint of malice may lead someone to give her voice to the extreme right. I come also to understand how the illusion of a revival and a good campaign can drive nearly two million French people to vote for Nicolas Sarkozy. But I can
still do not understand how, after a first experience in 1994-1995, they came to give him a further two terms between 2001 and 2006 and then another current mandate since 2008.
confess not satisfy me the classic argument referring to the stranglehold of the man on the media. This control is certainly an asset, but it can not explain everything.
The man is a thug. Say it is not value judgments, it is a notorious fact. For years, business is accrued and evening closed because by the grace of a prescription or amnesty (cases of bribe, bribery, false testimony of accounting fraud). Or, through the amendment of existing laws, he manages to be purely and simply pay (stories of tax evasion, embezzlement). What is surprising, again, is not that Silvio Berlusconi is a man of flexibility and networks, manages to manipulate justice. What is surprising is that despite all these facts are known architects and the legal tinkering is now, for the chair, a kind of arrogant habit he does not really cover a majority of Italians continue to vote for him. Maybe, like a Steve Jobs, Apple's charismatic boss, Silvio Berlusconi at'il the ability to induce a "field of distortion of reality" through which voters view the world through its unique look. ... Maybe ...
few days ago, that which is known as "Il Cavaliere" in organizing a demonstration in his honor at which, taken by a strange delirium, he even promised that his reelection would finally cure cancer.
Since we manifest more easily "cons" something "for" something, the failure of this event does not mean much.
If Italy gives him a fourth term, the mystery of the phenomenon will no doubt look at the sad demise of the followers of Jim Jones, the guru of the "People's Temple"
It will be like a mass suicide. 
Collective hallucination
Like the Kennedy assassination, as the secret base at Roswell, as the killers of Brabant, as the monster of Loch Ness, Yeti and Big Foot, like the statues of Easter Island and the enigma of Atlantis, like the Bermuda Triangle and especially as the ghost who likes to open the window of my Toyt during the night, as all that, I can not explain "the effect Berlusconi. "
I can understand people who vote right, I can understand people who vote left, I can understand people who vote in the center ... This is the democratic expression of different sensibilities conditioned by social status, by education and by factors related to economic conditions and "character" of each other. I can understand how despair mingled with ignorance and a hint of malice may lead someone to give her voice to the extreme right. I come also to understand how the illusion of a revival and a good campaign can drive nearly two million French people to vote for Nicolas Sarkozy. But I can
still do not understand how, after a first experience in 1994-1995, they came to give him a further two terms between 2001 and 2006 and then another current mandate since 2008.
confess not satisfy me the classic argument referring to the stranglehold of the man on the media. This control is certainly an asset, but it can not explain everything.
The man is a thug. Say it is not value judgments, it is a notorious fact. For years, business is accrued and evening closed because by the grace of a prescription or amnesty (cases of bribe, bribery, false testimony of accounting fraud). Or, through the amendment of existing laws, he manages to be purely and simply pay (stories of tax evasion, embezzlement). What is surprising, again, is not that Silvio Berlusconi is a man of flexibility and networks, manages to manipulate justice. What is surprising is that despite all these facts are known architects and the legal tinkering is now, for the chair, a kind of arrogant habit he does not really cover a majority of Italians continue to vote for him. Maybe, like a Steve Jobs, Apple's charismatic boss, Silvio Berlusconi at'il the ability to induce a "field of distortion of reality" through which voters view the world through its unique look. ... Maybe ...
few days ago, that which is known as "Il Cavaliere" in organizing a demonstration in his honor at which, taken by a strange delirium, he even promised that his reelection would finally cure cancer.
Since we manifest more easily "cons" something "for" something, the failure of this event does not mean much.
If Italy gives him a fourth term, the mystery of the phenomenon will no doubt look at the sad demise of the followers of Jim Jones, the guru of the "People's Temple"
It will be like a mass suicide.
Walk-in Clinic Toronto
Evening Evening Evening 1-3-10 9-3-10
Beautiful Days
Monday was the "International Day of women ". I like the International Women's Day. I'd say it's because I like women, but it's a bit misogynistic to say that and more, this is not true, I do not like all women, I love a certain amount and still, to some degree quite different: I love my wife, I love my girls, I like Marge Simpson and Frida Kahlo. I do not really like Eva Braun or Paris Hilton or Sarah Palin ...
Finally, anyway, the day the woman is not a day that is made for those who love women, but a day that is made to think about women. In Actually, the day the woman is as mendacious as one entitled "chips light", because when we say women's day must include a "day on the Status of Women," which is quite different.
Strange all these "international days", invented by God knows whom and for God knows what ... What can serve the "International Day of Choral Singing" or the Day of the blog "or" World Day to knit "or the" World Day to Come "? Given the long list of "World Days" and "international" (that hazy shade I do not try to understand), we see there is still some free places. To add to this panorama hesitating between the absurd and politically correct, it is hoped that one day the "International Day of the trampoline," or the "World Day of slip" or even "the international day of people named Roger and Brandon would have preferred. "
The Women's Day is a day complicated. And if it is so complicated, not because it falls between the "International Day of Radio and Television for Children" and "World Day against the Internet censorship. " It is complicated because it might be mistaken (or mixed with) the "International Day of Action for Women's Health" or with "International Day for the Elimination of Violence against Women" (which fortunately does a section of women and which itself is not confused with the "International Day of Non-Violence"), nor with the "World Day of Human Rights" (which concerns everyone).
This year, like the others, "Day of Women" gave rise to long succession by profession of faith, promises or any kind of political figures tried to the extent of their ability, to make communication: Sarkozy, Sarah Turine, Laurette Onkelinx, Joelle Millequet Charles Michel ...
The "Day of Women" ... The newspaper Liberation sees it, a figure for France imposed policies. The observation is also valid for Belgium
It's fun anyway, or can be scary as the "Women's Day" succeeds admirably, without seeming to make the woman ... an object. 
Beautiful Days
Monday was the "International Day of women ". I like the International Women's Day. I'd say it's because I like women, but it's a bit misogynistic to say that and more, this is not true, I do not like all women, I love a certain amount and still, to some degree quite different: I love my wife, I love my girls, I like Marge Simpson and Frida Kahlo. I do not really like Eva Braun or Paris Hilton or Sarah Palin ...
Finally, anyway, the day the woman is not a day that is made for those who love women, but a day that is made to think about women. In Actually, the day the woman is as mendacious as one entitled "chips light", because when we say women's day must include a "day on the Status of Women," which is quite different.
Strange all these "international days", invented by God knows whom and for God knows what ... What can serve the "International Day of Choral Singing" or the Day of the blog "or" World Day to knit "or the" World Day to Come "? Given the long list of "World Days" and "international" (that hazy shade I do not try to understand), we see there is still some free places. To add to this panorama hesitating between the absurd and politically correct, it is hoped that one day the "International Day of the trampoline," or the "World Day of slip" or even "the international day of people named Roger and Brandon would have preferred. "
The Women's Day is a day complicated. And if it is so complicated, not because it falls between the "International Day of Radio and Television for Children" and "World Day against the Internet censorship. " It is complicated because it might be mistaken (or mixed with) the "International Day of Action for Women's Health" or with "International Day for the Elimination of Violence against Women" (which fortunately does a section of women and which itself is not confused with the "International Day of Non-Violence"), nor with the "World Day of Human Rights" (which concerns everyone).
This year, like the others, "Day of Women" gave rise to long succession by profession of faith, promises or any kind of political figures tried to the extent of their ability, to make communication: Sarkozy, Sarah Turine, Laurette Onkelinx, Joelle Millequet Charles Michel ...
The "Day of Women" ... The newspaper Liberation sees it, a figure for France imposed policies. The observation is also valid for Belgium
It's fun anyway, or can be scary as the "Women's Day" succeeds admirably, without seeming to make the woman ... an object.
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Scarf
What a story this story of scarf! This week it philosophized all directions: Teacher can they wear a headscarf in the classroom? Where does democracy? Begins proselytizing? Individual freedom or pedagogical neutrality? What is secularism? Is there a danger?
Frankly, I was fine to listen to debates, arguments pros and cons of those ... The only thing I could draw is that "fiercely for" made me so afraid that "strongly against".
Otherwise, no clear and reasoned opinion has arisen in my mind. Let
.
But with all this history, I thought back to my grammar school years. At the smell of chalk, dirty water, rotting sponge and bleach probably always characterizes classrooms. I thought back to the neon light which is presumably still be the same. I'm sure there's little change, finally, since the eighties: the benches, probably the same desperate graffiti porn or engraved at the top of the compass or carefully calligraphy marker. The same Pythagoras, Thales the same, the same poem by Lamartine, even the discovery of America. The same rainy Récrés smoking on the sly puff of Mars, the same stinking toilets and probably even the pretty girls who are now in the same sticky dreams.
I remember my teachers: the professor of geography alcoholic who fell asleep on his Atlas, the gym teacher who wanted to make us men in us choking on tatami mats as hard as wood, a French teacher who threw chalk, the English teacher who was chewing because a gland problem, the professor of Dutch who had called us, and during an entire course in the language of Hugo Claus that the male sex was like the biceps, a muscle that could be driven ...
In six years of high school, like everyone else, I loved some teachers, I hated and feared a handful few. My teachers was a good sampling of the world that I discovered: the forts that we "held" low we made use, sadists, smiling in the old girls in lace collar or exceeded the golden crosses, young trainees one wished secretly that the light would have endeared the subjects most thankless.
This wonderful zoo, I always keep them confused and feverish. A memory whose "net force" (I quote my teacher of physics that we spoke with nostalgia of the Belgian Congo) is certainly positive, carefree and festive.
Since this week, I wonder how I lived through the presence of a Prof. veiled ... How her veil I would have appeared through the prism of my hormones and the underlying disorder related to my adolescence? How could I have lived through this veil of misunderstanding my trigonometry, my questions about the precise length of a "normal sex" on my desperate attempts to look "cool", the terrible vision of my body Record informs growth?
Frankly, I think a veiled teacher I'd swung cons.
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the evening 23-2-10 16-2-10
Celebrities
It took my a bit too drunk the other night to understand an essential truth: the afterlife exists.
I do not mean, of course, with the angels of heaven or the virgins. ... No, I mean a kind of parallel universe that sometimes, like the spirit world of Henry James returned to contact with ours, then manifested through pixelllisant moments in "480p" on you tube, or TV shows or jolts of blogs, or pages in real paper magazine.
This world is the world of poeple. The world of people known to the world of celebrities.
Likewise the spirit world seems to obey the rules that are clean and remain completely mysterious to us, the world of celebrities is also very strange.
In "Celebrity Farm", some of them have accepted to live trapped in a sort of African ranch to care for animals that have asked for anything and earn money for "associations". Frankly, nothing does have rules of the game. Pathways lords are impenetrable. But just a few moments to be seized with terror of the current hate shaking famous people that the show gives us to see. We think a little Olympus and its divine brutality Apollo riddling arrows Children of Niobe, dealing Ares Athena "dog fly" Hephaestus Zeus throwing from the top of the mountain ...
We think little of it all, but more modern and less class, more "Yeah, that's your fucking mouth" and "From the cradle of fog just seemed the rosy-fingered Dawn. But good, bad language to say that the gods we deserve.
In Ilium, Dan Simmons rewriting the Iliad the gods featured terrorized at the thought of losing the respect of humans to whom they owed their arrogant position.
Our poeple today seem to mesh with the same painful schizophrenia: "watch me, watch me do more," "Speak of me, forget me." Celebrities
farm are celebrities in deficit look as they seem to be ready to eat excrement or sleeping with warthog to be seen.
For Tiger Woods, rich, handsome, class would be the opposite: too saw looked too, the millionaire golfer is on the brink of combustion. The boy seems you would like to enjoy life. Attractive young women have paraded in his divine layer. Zeus as he both honored mere mortals (one waitress a little vulgar, a "marketing manager" just some ...) that some deity as half the California porn star known for her appearance in luscious "My First Sex Teacher Volume 18. " If history is
laugh in Western Europe or the figure of the unfaithful husband always had the benefit of the sympathy in America a little edgy about its value morality, such a story could be worth a God to be cast into the waters of the Styx.
Under the sky, two fingers of the underworld, there are all the "sukeleer" of everyday life. There is nothing worse than cold, hard reality as a cast iron plate.
So finally, all this circus every day of our gods with two bullets, maybe it's not so bad. 
Celebrities
It took my a bit too drunk the other night to understand an essential truth: the afterlife exists.
I do not mean, of course, with the angels of heaven or the virgins. ... No, I mean a kind of parallel universe that sometimes, like the spirit world of Henry James returned to contact with ours, then manifested through pixelllisant moments in "480p" on you tube, or TV shows or jolts of blogs, or pages in real paper magazine.
This world is the world of poeple. The world of people known to the world of celebrities.
Likewise the spirit world seems to obey the rules that are clean and remain completely mysterious to us, the world of celebrities is also very strange.
In "Celebrity Farm", some of them have accepted to live trapped in a sort of African ranch to care for animals that have asked for anything and earn money for "associations". Frankly, nothing does have rules of the game. Pathways lords are impenetrable. But just a few moments to be seized with terror of the current hate shaking famous people that the show gives us to see. We think a little Olympus and its divine brutality Apollo riddling arrows Children of Niobe, dealing Ares Athena "dog fly" Hephaestus Zeus throwing from the top of the mountain ...
We think little of it all, but more modern and less class, more "Yeah, that's your fucking mouth" and "From the cradle of fog just seemed the rosy-fingered Dawn. But good, bad language to say that the gods we deserve.
In Ilium, Dan Simmons rewriting the Iliad the gods featured terrorized at the thought of losing the respect of humans to whom they owed their arrogant position.
Our poeple today seem to mesh with the same painful schizophrenia: "watch me, watch me do more," "Speak of me, forget me." Celebrities
farm are celebrities in deficit look as they seem to be ready to eat excrement or sleeping with warthog to be seen.
For Tiger Woods, rich, handsome, class would be the opposite: too saw looked too, the millionaire golfer is on the brink of combustion. The boy seems you would like to enjoy life. Attractive young women have paraded in his divine layer. Zeus as he both honored mere mortals (one waitress a little vulgar, a "marketing manager" just some ...) that some deity as half the California porn star known for her appearance in luscious "My First Sex Teacher Volume 18. " If history is
laugh in Western Europe or the figure of the unfaithful husband always had the benefit of the sympathy in America a little edgy about its value morality, such a story could be worth a God to be cast into the waters of the Styx.
Under the sky, two fingers of the underworld, there are all the "sukeleer" of everyday life. There is nothing worse than cold, hard reality as a cast iron plate.
So finally, all this circus every day of our gods with two bullets, maybe it's not so bad.
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Sacred Cause
"I will defend our nation and its cause is just and sacred, "said Radovan Karadzic during the resumption of his trial in The Hague. amended several times (twice in 1995, 1996, 2000 and 2008) the indictment is quite complex and revolves around a legal concept under the name of "Joint Criminal Enterprise Global" (Global ECC). Basically, it knows what it is: Radovan Karadzic, former psychiatrist is accused of genocide , persecution, extermination, murder, deportation and inhumane acts. "
course, as always, the vocabulary of law has this strange cleanliness This clinical aspect. This is normal, it seeks to identify, define and clarify. He is wary of emotion that interferes with the trial.
emotion, just ... I remember those stories that we read in the mid-nineties, these stories of summary executions, torture, humiliation and rape. Without doubt that with the opening of the trial, it all goes out again, all this will be exposed on the examination table, under the harsh lights of the autopsy room.
As always, as in the photograph of the grim roster of black and white Nurenbergh, like Images of Rwanda Jean-Paul Akayesu, or Jean Kambanda, as images of "shower" the former prison director Khmer, like the rare portraits of Chilean torturers of the Villa Grimaldi as the jovial face of Lynndie England and Charles Graner being photographed in front of a stack of naked prisoners at Abu Ghraib ... So as always, we can not help but scan the faces and the look of the accused as if we sought an answer to the mystery of evil blur, as if it came back not that crimes have left no marks on the face, as if it was only a little water or a little air and nothing more.
As always, between disgust and horror, we'll relax the eternal questions about human nature, on the relativity of the property, the "condition of emergence" of evil. We will remember the Milgram experiment and the Stanford
As always, we will reach the same conclusion: there is no "human nature", there is an infinity of potential villains who wait for the right opportunity arise.
As always, it will not prevent us from sleeping. And we slept
ale like that, as always, it will be good evidence that This collection of scoundrels, we're all a little party.
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Evening Evening 9-2-10 1-2-10
Far from the world
few days ago, journalists were locked into the experience of a country cottage Ardèche and not only learn what they could offer "social networks .
Personally, I love this kind of experience I feel there is still a lot to learn, as When Thor Heyerdahl sailed from Peru to Polynesia aboard Kon-Tiki or as when Michel Siffre withdrew from the world and time for two months at the bottom of a chasm, to unravel the secrets of our biological clock.
The experiences of these journalists were interesting but deserves, in my opinion, be supplemented by another.
While this experiment was to understand what the user's hard facebook or twitter knows the world, a sort of hero to Douglas Coupland observed under the microscope, I would suggest me, the experience of living as someone an absolutely normal.
What is the worldview of someone perfectly normal? A few bits of information caught the flight, the morning passed through the mists of sleep and the sound of water mud in the coffee machine. Echoes fell into an ear, a few shreds of information extracted while they scolded the children to put their shoes, "Go, go, you'll be late! Where are the binders? Remember the picnic ... "
Later, perhaps a quick discussion with colleagues about what we have heard it's time for" one says, " and "it appears" the "in my opinion" or "I bet ...», may be too brief overview of the Google News page: a true story, a disaster, rumors, statement, photo stolen, a starlet in the plan alongside a dead Haitian ...
Later still, burst, washed, brain rendered porous by exhaustion, barely able to watch "an almost perfect dinner, there will be no doubt the night and the dishes a few moments at the end of JT where we talk about sports, where we did a little promotion for a film co-produced, image end of the day, concluding with a discussion on harassment at work where the impact of tuning on life as a couple. A tea in bed and chao, tomorrow.
she is, without doubt, the reality of our world view. Scattered pieces of a reality without noise and fury but that does not mean anything anyway. A set of confused emotions disorder dropped on us like a little rain in October: the one that always a little wet, that gene occasionally but always end up dry. 
Far from the world
few days ago, journalists were locked into the experience of a country cottage Ardèche and not only learn what they could offer "social networks .
Personally, I love this kind of experience I feel there is still a lot to learn, as When Thor Heyerdahl sailed from Peru to Polynesia aboard Kon-Tiki or as when Michel Siffre withdrew from the world and time for two months at the bottom of a chasm, to unravel the secrets of our biological clock.
The experiences of these journalists were interesting but deserves, in my opinion, be supplemented by another.
While this experiment was to understand what the user's hard facebook or twitter knows the world, a sort of hero to Douglas Coupland observed under the microscope, I would suggest me, the experience of living as someone an absolutely normal.
What is the worldview of someone perfectly normal? A few bits of information caught the flight, the morning passed through the mists of sleep and the sound of water mud in the coffee machine. Echoes fell into an ear, a few shreds of information extracted while they scolded the children to put their shoes, "Go, go, you'll be late! Where are the binders? Remember the picnic ... "
Later, perhaps a quick discussion with colleagues about what we have heard it's time for" one says, " and "it appears" the "in my opinion" or "I bet ...», may be too brief overview of the Google News page: a true story, a disaster, rumors, statement, photo stolen, a starlet in the plan alongside a dead Haitian ...
Later still, burst, washed, brain rendered porous by exhaustion, barely able to watch "an almost perfect dinner, there will be no doubt the night and the dishes a few moments at the end of JT where we talk about sports, where we did a little promotion for a film co-produced, image end of the day, concluding with a discussion on harassment at work where the impact of tuning on life as a couple. A tea in bed and chao, tomorrow.
she is, without doubt, the reality of our world view. Scattered pieces of a reality without noise and fury but that does not mean anything anyway. A set of confused emotions disorder dropped on us like a little rain in October: the one that always a little wet, that gene occasionally but always end up dry.
Personalizing Chapstick
Point Hi
I do not know at all that pushed me to go see "The Road" to the movies the other night. My girlfriend wanted to see a "nice movie, for once you leave." With an obstinacy But that does not like me, I managed to convince her that John Hillcoat's film, adapted from a novel by Cormac McCarthy that I had not read but that was all with the prestige of a Pulitzer Prize, was the best deal of the evening. ...
I was wrong.
The story is an absolute darkness: in a dead world, completely gray, cold and rainy a father and son of a decade trying to move towards a hypothetical South to find the sea animals disappeared, the vegetation too, there are only a few ruins covered with a thin film of gray ash and few stray humans become rapists and cannibals.
There is of course no hope. The father and son emaciated, ill and in rags wandering, driving before them on a road became marshy, a supermarket trolley loaded with blankets months and stagnant water. They hide as they can in the car frame, shed in ruins or under tree stumps. Sometimes, with luck, they found a can of Coke or a can ... With bad luck, they find that the savagery of the survivors.
Throughout this hell, the father never stopped to explain to his son they are "good guy ", the" good guys "... they" carry the fire "... And that" other ", most are nothing more than predators. The shadow of suicide, as permanent temptation, hovers over their heads.
The central question of this story is that of the nature of man. Basically, "The Road" tells us starve, the despair and you will quickly have a pet. ... Maybe ...
But maybe not ... I spent the night sleeping badly, turning over in my mind the recent disaster, which have nothing to do with the end of the world of Cormac McCarthy, but are disasters nevertheless, in good and due form.
"The Road" has nothing to do with Haiti. Haiti has nothing to do with Liege. Cork has nothing to do with Hal ...
But still. ... Any such disasters, their scale, the extent of their tragedy, are still indicative of human nature.
And what we see in these disasters, the end is always emotion, a lot of solidarity, courage ...
What it sees in these disasters, behind the sadness and the tragedy is finally some hope about human nature.
The only thing really sad is having to wait for a disaster arrives that proved the courage and solidarity ... And in the meantime
, human nature, it is rather like an abandoned house: empty and cold.
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The contempt of danger
As millions of earthlings, I went to see Avatar. As millions of earthlings, Avatar, I found it rather chouette : une planète mystérieuse, des créatures étranges, des grand vaisseaux spatiaux, des mœurs exotiques. J’ai trouvé ça plutôt chouette, l’idée de changer de peau, de devenir grand, bleu, super agil. Et puis, j’ai bien aimé cette l’idée de tomber amoureux d’une grande fille bleu comme moi et agile comme moi, à la taille de guêpe et au regard doré.
Si dans Avatar, tout est cent pour cent garantis pure exotisme magique, le scénario est tout ce qu’il a de plus classique. Une masse de gentils très gentils, une autre masse de méchant très méchant, quelques figures secondaires d’abord méchantes et puis nice and a hero that passes between the beginning and end of the film, the stage of military moron with that of green lit.
But in reality, the scenario is more sophisticated, strangest, saddest, most pessimistic in short darker than the fiesta apparent.
The hero, so that anyone identify his two shot ladle, ends his epic intersecting the human world and forgetting forever a land populated by shareholders and cynical soldiers blinded by the cruel orders . A land driven by a blind and destructive economy. Basically a world in which there is much more to save. So little, he even renounces his corporeal self human.
Money is not the blockbuster Terminator 2, Transformers 2 and they are proof there are so many other ... And the block buster not all phenomena. So why does it work so well avatar? Because of the incredible publicity that has been done around? But probably not all. ... Because of special effects? Certainly not ... Because of the cast? Nor. ...
should probably look elsewhere, in this scenario completely punk in this "no future" nihilism underlying, disguised saccarose Hollywood.
As if in some years of broadband information, where humanity can almost see everything and know everything by itself: its drama, its plots, its lies, its crises, its massacres, of his wanderings, we came to no longer want it as, basically to become another, and elsewhere. When
decrypts it is there, the fundamental emotion that seizes millions of viewers who go away, a tear in the eye after three hours of synthetic image in three dimensions.
Strangely, I do not know if this is good news.
But feel like something is probably "it already."
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Evening Evening Evening 19-1-10 26-1-10
logic
"anorexia is not in the sense of appetite."
I confess to a long pondered this sentence pronounced by Andrew Leonard, Andrew finally Mutien-André-Léonard say Joseph Leonard is someone who is struggling with identity, whether sexual or pronominal. Let
...
"Anorexia is not the logic of appetite," said the man dressed entirely in black, the other day on television.
The logic of appetite ... But what Can it be? Y'at'il a relationship between appetite and hunger? And especially between gluttony is a mortal sin and that hunger is not a fish but is deadly when it is prolonged.
With this phrase full of mystery, this gentleman who wears big collars around their necks wanted to make a comparison so as rhetorical figure to explain that "men who do that with men" are just as good to be grilled Pittas of gyros (which is a Greek specialty as Alexander the Great, who had a lot of appetite for men, but without doubt it were the indulgence ...). In
literature, I always liked the comparisons I found that the more candid and more direct metaphor as allegories or parables. Comparisons, it works well: "You little, you're dynamite!" Singing Serge Gainsbourg "Sea, sex and sun". "His quiet gaze stretched like a rope to hit the high notes." Mishima wrote (including anorexia is expressed in many beautifully in "Martyr"). Or again: "Dark as the inside of an Asian temple painted by Rembrandt" said Proust (likewise famous anorexic).
Obviously, the comparison of this man who often wears dress, is not a class Gainsbourg, a Mishima or Proust. The comparison of this gentleman is the comparison low cost, but we forgive her talent is distributed randomly, as the appetite of boys than girls.
In this comparison, the word "logic" that questions like could do a fart justine when tie break (and it is also a comparison, and it not terrible either).
Logic? What does it mean that old gentleman dressed in a long black dress, a necklace made of stainless steel and single forever? Logic as "if abcd is a square then abcd is a parallelogram "or logic as" Who wants to save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life for my sake, he will save it "is a bit of gospel that many laughs Haitians.
In fact, after much thought I think it is rather the logic of ignorance.
logic at work ever since.
And often winning in the end. 
logic
"anorexia is not in the sense of appetite."
I confess to a long pondered this sentence pronounced by Andrew Leonard, Andrew finally Mutien-André-Léonard say Joseph Leonard is someone who is struggling with identity, whether sexual or pronominal. Let
...
"Anorexia is not the logic of appetite," said the man dressed entirely in black, the other day on television.
The logic of appetite ... But what Can it be? Y'at'il a relationship between appetite and hunger? And especially between gluttony is a mortal sin and that hunger is not a fish but is deadly when it is prolonged.
With this phrase full of mystery, this gentleman who wears big collars around their necks wanted to make a comparison so as rhetorical figure to explain that "men who do that with men" are just as good to be grilled Pittas of gyros (which is a Greek specialty as Alexander the Great, who had a lot of appetite for men, but without doubt it were the indulgence ...). In
literature, I always liked the comparisons I found that the more candid and more direct metaphor as allegories or parables. Comparisons, it works well: "You little, you're dynamite!" Singing Serge Gainsbourg "Sea, sex and sun". "His quiet gaze stretched like a rope to hit the high notes." Mishima wrote (including anorexia is expressed in many beautifully in "Martyr"). Or again: "Dark as the inside of an Asian temple painted by Rembrandt" said Proust (likewise famous anorexic).
Obviously, the comparison of this man who often wears dress, is not a class Gainsbourg, a Mishima or Proust. The comparison of this gentleman is the comparison low cost, but we forgive her talent is distributed randomly, as the appetite of boys than girls.
In this comparison, the word "logic" that questions like could do a fart justine when tie break (and it is also a comparison, and it not terrible either).
Logic? What does it mean that old gentleman dressed in a long black dress, a necklace made of stainless steel and single forever? Logic as "if abcd is a square then abcd is a parallelogram "or logic as" Who wants to save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life for my sake, he will save it "is a bit of gospel that many laughs Haitians.
In fact, after much thought I think it is rather the logic of ignorance.
logic at work ever since.
And often winning in the end.
Do Platypus Have A Puch
Wild West
I've had very rarely with the police. Once to ask for directions (they were nice), once because I was parked in the second line (they were not nice) and once when I moved and a little blonde came ringing (rather nice but married). I guess the police is no exception to the universal rule of human groups: good people, some great people, a lot of idiots and a couple of psychopaths.
I do not know much about the police. I think that kid in the game a bit brutal in my childhood, I preferred to be the rogue cop no doubt that, somewhere, I liked the idea of being useful to something. I felt better towards the law and morality ... Despite all my efforts, I was never a rebel.
I think it irritated my four parents who were still smarting from the Belgian in May 1968 and for whom the officer was a kind of incarnation of evil, necessarily stupid, rapist bound students in combination, necessarily fascists.
I do not know much about the police. I know a guy who I Jobé in a box marketing dreamed of becoming a cop to drive Golf GTI through the Rolling Stones on the radio. The guy was pretty nice and funny. He cited that for Schopenhauer encoding investigations made for "The World of Leather."
And then as I was lucky, I've had very rarely deal with crime. After three type a little nervous on a tram, another time a robbery in good and due form, gun under the nose, face masked. Big funk. Nothing else.
It seems that the police will go on strike. A long strike. From February 15 to March 31.
It gives what, a city without police? I will be able to park where I want? I can run at the hundred and ten in the tunnel? I can do my big shop and leave without paying? I may covet my neighbor's wife? play jusqu'al'aube stereo with Kashmir by Led Zeppelin at 140 db?
Yes ... I can do all that. ... But
the others. ...
In fact, a city without police, it is perhaps not so distant it a nightmare, a sort of "Mad Max", a sort of " New York 1997, "a sort of" Class 84 "," the twin evils of the world order and disorder, decay disgusts me and makes me shiver under "said Alain Delon at the end of the movie" Death a Pourri "directed by Lautner Audiard scenario.
For once I agree with him.
Mount&blade Generator
annus horribilis in 1984, Peter Hyams movie realized in 2010 that was supposed to be the sequel to the legendary Stanley Kubrick's 2001. 2010, it was like 2001, adapting a masterpiece by Arthur C. Clark.
I have very vague memories of a movie that I was seeing at the cinema when it came out ... The only thing I remember was that I told myself that 2010 was going to be cool. 2010, was the near future, it was in 26 years, this would be the year of my forty years, there would be great sailing ships that sail in space and even if the Earth is on the verge of collapse, a great sailing ship, the exploration of Mars and the idea of a "first contact" (that was the subtitle of the film) with a "higher intelligence" swelled hope my silly adolescent heart. It was enough to wait 26 years. ... The
26 years, expected me to have them. Patiently.
Over the years, the reality of space travel have been summarized in the orbiting space station in a cramped and broleuse and sending satellites. The dream of a future magic has slowly transformed into a terrible situation: 2010 will be like the 1984 of my adolescence, with a few gadgets and more Michael Jackson and less.
Worse, the hope of the famous "first contact" with a "higher intelligence" seems to have been stored in the large closet of outdated ideas. We will spend 2010 between us, pondering our limits and we ask with the wonder of a bonobo discovering the joys of a battle of excrement, how we come to this: a false crisis, a real crisis of jobs, a fake flu vaccines purchased real for real and even false one billion cards in Belgium distributed to real New Yorkers who were not caring as much as a bad card Ulaanbaatar and here the true staging Areas of false outrage.
In 1948, George Orwell wrote his 1984. A wonderful anti-utopian nightmare. George Orwell made the same mistake that Arthur C. Clark, he believed that intelligence, in his evil case, would eventually be the engine of the world.
In 1985, Terry Brazil Guilliam realized he wanted to call 1984 1 / 2. Brazil was a quirky film where the dreams of men are muffled by the pervasiveness of health tips.
Guilliam Terry, had better understand that Clark Orwell or what the future would be made: a mountain of stupidity or an arrogant power would have to wander helplessly in the labyrinth of his neurosis. A blinded, self-centered world to thank you for the slightest fly falls into the machine. A world where there would be only a dream ... And yet.
I do not know why, but I, 2010, I do not feel it at all.
Hotmodz Xpod Xbox Replacement Case
the evening 12-1-10 5-1-10
Dead Ringers
Rarely a week seemed to be as unreal as the one we just passed. The reality is a quality which is appreciated in the details and just this week, all retailers seemed to leave one of those dreams clumsy and thick that we did when we did the temperature.
temperature, just ... There is barely a month refrigerated demonstrators was done gassed for protesting against global warming. And as if the climate was an evil genius, he's all that ice in the Northern Hemisphere. The science we speak of paradox, the philosopher speaks counter manipulation. Reality must be elsewhere.
temperature precisely ... Influenza should have been making his bed. Terror seized the ministries and the flu passed in silence and discretion, as a shy little girl. A virus like a wet firecracker. Pandemic reality soft.
French soldiers killed in Afghanistan. On this occasion, the news has emerged from the war images. And these images of war that comes out in recent years are always the same : Of guns firing towards the mountains, soldiers seem to pull the horizon is always strange, just like actors who play to an empty room. War deserves the singular. As if there was only one, as if the enemies were living somewhere in the borders of our world, in a spectral world where reality has little to do. Michel Daerden
it was often or was he fasting? Like everyone I went to see the pictures, as everyone pictures made me think of a late Christmas Eve, when about three o'clock in the morning, a partygoer trying affectionate convince you to take him home. If Michael was not Daerden penny, I will eat my gloves but the question is: "so what?". The question to answer Michel Daerden, focused on pensions and what the government intended to do. In its reply in Dutch, Michel Daerden said that it was "acting hastily," he would "make no demagoguery," he had "contacts with social partners", that "work is progressing" he had to "ask the real questions" and that the answers to these real issues would place "he hoped" a White Paper. This response is all the talent of Michel Daerden. Typically, alcohol loosens the tongue is like the old drunk who pours out, who trusts, who confesses. Michel Daerden achieves this feat Biological even drunk, his tongue still in wood. A good hard wood and full. A timber made to last. Eric Rohmer
died Monday night. A real death, real. I loved his "Full Moon Night" and "Claire's Knee." Eric Rohmer, said: "I do not cheat, I like to take reality as it is."
It's fun anyway, as early this year in the last home of Reality is found in Fiction 
Dead Ringers
Rarely a week seemed to be as unreal as the one we just passed. The reality is a quality which is appreciated in the details and just this week, all retailers seemed to leave one of those dreams clumsy and thick that we did when we did the temperature.
temperature, just ... There is barely a month refrigerated demonstrators was done gassed for protesting against global warming. And as if the climate was an evil genius, he's all that ice in the Northern Hemisphere. The science we speak of paradox, the philosopher speaks counter manipulation. Reality must be elsewhere.
temperature precisely ... Influenza should have been making his bed. Terror seized the ministries and the flu passed in silence and discretion, as a shy little girl. A virus like a wet firecracker. Pandemic reality soft.
French soldiers killed in Afghanistan. On this occasion, the news has emerged from the war images. And these images of war that comes out in recent years are always the same : Of guns firing towards the mountains, soldiers seem to pull the horizon is always strange, just like actors who play to an empty room. War deserves the singular. As if there was only one, as if the enemies were living somewhere in the borders of our world, in a spectral world where reality has little to do. Michel Daerden
it was often or was he fasting? Like everyone I went to see the pictures, as everyone pictures made me think of a late Christmas Eve, when about three o'clock in the morning, a partygoer trying affectionate convince you to take him home. If Michael was not Daerden penny, I will eat my gloves but the question is: "so what?". The question to answer Michel Daerden, focused on pensions and what the government intended to do. In its reply in Dutch, Michel Daerden said that it was "acting hastily," he would "make no demagoguery," he had "contacts with social partners", that "work is progressing" he had to "ask the real questions" and that the answers to these real issues would place "he hoped" a White Paper. This response is all the talent of Michel Daerden. Typically, alcohol loosens the tongue is like the old drunk who pours out, who trusts, who confesses. Michel Daerden achieves this feat Biological even drunk, his tongue still in wood. A good hard wood and full. A timber made to last. Eric Rohmer
died Monday night. A real death, real. I loved his "Full Moon Night" and "Claire's Knee." Eric Rohmer, said: "I do not cheat, I like to take reality as it is."
It's fun anyway, as early this year in the last home of Reality is found in Fiction
University Of The South & Parent Reviews
Gimme a Break
should really be dead not to have heard of Copenhagen. For months and months talking about, for days and that of heads of state from around launch any sort of statements that cacophony is like CO2, it rises into the atmosphere and is lost in the clouds.
hard these days to walk on the Web without running into a forum or on a petition or a slogan or a notice or an edited photo supposed to demonstrate the urgency of the situation. The experts are heard everywhere showing scientifically the figures are bad, very bad. The world out of its control technique with lots of holes, its driver was not really careful.
Morality, if nothing is done it will be the drought and floods, disappearing glaciers and depletion drinking water, the "strengthening of extreme weather events, rising sea level reports are available on the internet about Europe that is a scary pad of 541 pages written in lowercase. I admit to not having read everything or understand everything in English very technical document ... But some word that kept coming ("increase" "decrease", "severe" had scary and sickly color schemes looked like a very bad scan of the oncologist.
course there are some skeptics that all this is a joke, for whom this would be an obscure manipulation developed in Butes darkest yet ... Finally, why not ... We leave here the domain of reason to enter the realm of faith ... Personally and without my knowing why, probably because I dream of a White Christmas, climbing on top of snowy holiday mirconésie, I tend to believe the IPCC. They will therefore their
a week, politicians, to decide whether humanity should live or die. It's strange to have to take so long for a decision easier. Unless you are really depressed or be part of a sect claiming that real life is on Pluto, most people want to live there ... So why
a week then a minute would suffice.
I confess it makes me a little scared. A bit like waiting for the verdict of a jury before deciding on my release without conditions or my performance in the medium term for a crime I would not commit and that nobody would know the kind. Copenhagen
it may be a bit "Castle" by Franz Kafka in the 1920s was already saying: "Every revolution evaporates, leaving behind only the filing of a new bureaucracy"
Chicken Watering Systems
Evening Evening 15 - 12-09 8-12-09
The old men
The Copenhagen Conference is doing everything it can to look like the major event end of this year, but despite its resources and large areas, it can do nothing against what we really like in the news: a good news story.
A good news story is still sexier than ever conference on the future of these children that just might spoil for Saint Nicolas. (And then, basically, with you one already calculate the ecological footprint of Saint Nicolas?). A good news story, it is always better than a record of several thousand pages crammed to the brim of technical terms. A good news story, it's better than a long negotiation, that argument Science, the challenges for the next thousand years and if a good news story is better than all this is because a good news story is initially a good image.
A picture is the law that "the reason of the strongest is always the best" but applied to current events. All dictators will tell you: "stronger than an image, it does not exist."
The image of Johnny Hallyday wheelchair for example ... The indestructible biker lighter fire of costly care of cosmetic surgery seemed to stay away from decay was first looks old sad and tired.
The image of Silvio Berlusconi, the godfather dyed hair, skin also lifted a ball and Justine Hennin complexion weathered by the methodical use of UV. ... He, like Johnny haggard, lost, broken ... The blood from a head of state is as red as the blood of an anti-globalization demonstrations, or a positive Congolese.
As the image of Johnny in a wheelchair, the image of Berlusconi in blood reminds us that all men are equal before the biology, it just sheer luck that the nature resumes its duties.
And speaking of Nature is resuming his duties funny because it is precisely the object of Copenhagen which is no longer spoke in the absence of images. About our world as an old man that we had thought indestructible, like a haggard man after an assault he had pictures that it understood the threat. Silvio
Johnny and we have to
is beautiful as is sometimes made various efforts to reach out to the news. 
The old men
The Copenhagen Conference is doing everything it can to look like the major event end of this year, but despite its resources and large areas, it can do nothing against what we really like in the news: a good news story.
A good news story is still sexier than ever conference on the future of these children that just might spoil for Saint Nicolas. (And then, basically, with you one already calculate the ecological footprint of Saint Nicolas?). A good news story, it is always better than a record of several thousand pages crammed to the brim of technical terms. A good news story, it's better than a long negotiation, that argument Science, the challenges for the next thousand years and if a good news story is better than all this is because a good news story is initially a good image.
A picture is the law that "the reason of the strongest is always the best" but applied to current events. All dictators will tell you: "stronger than an image, it does not exist."
The image of Johnny Hallyday wheelchair for example ... The indestructible biker lighter fire of costly care of cosmetic surgery seemed to stay away from decay was first looks old sad and tired.
The image of Silvio Berlusconi, the godfather dyed hair, skin also lifted a ball and Justine Hennin complexion weathered by the methodical use of UV. ... He, like Johnny haggard, lost, broken ... The blood from a head of state is as red as the blood of an anti-globalization demonstrations, or a positive Congolese.
As the image of Johnny in a wheelchair, the image of Berlusconi in blood reminds us that all men are equal before the biology, it just sheer luck that the nature resumes its duties.
And speaking of Nature is resuming his duties funny because it is precisely the object of Copenhagen which is no longer spoke in the absence of images. About our world as an old man that we had thought indestructible, like a haggard man after an assault he had pictures that it understood the threat. Silvio
Johnny and we have to
is beautiful as is sometimes made various efforts to reach out to the news.
H.i.v More Condition_symptoms
Evening Evening Evening
This is assumed ...
We can not rejoice in the misfortune of others and do not wish others what n'on is like not to oneself. Here is a nice little dose of simple morality it is important to know but that is not always easy to follow.
Pierre Desporges brought an interesting nuance to this moral counter by saying: "we can not laugh at the misfortunes of others unless it is funny" and modestly, I would add that "we can not rejoice in the misfortune of others unless if it's done for them. "
past few years, every time I heard about Duaba, a vague nausea overcame me after confirmation of the fact that human nature is not worth more (and probably less) than that of the larva is a worm that mélolonthoïde white scavengers.
When I see television images of the Burj Al Arab, this kind of large sarcophagus in which the international elite is (was?) Spend ten thousand dollars of dirty money to spend the night, when I see photographs of artificial islands "Palm Island" or "The World", when I hear about projects cephalic crypto-tower Al Burj Tower or Anaka, when I imagine the mental state of the mind conceiving the "shopping festival (taking place during a month in the first quarter of each year), when I hear about this indoor ski slope for billionaire capricious spitting in the face of the world millions of tons of CO, I assure you that I want to take the head in his hands and spend the day crying face of all this orgy of wasted money and energy wasted.
Dubai is like the dream of a spoiled rotten brat who would have turned into a nightmare. Dubai, in some years, under the leadership of Sheikh Mohammed bin Rashid, with the endorsement residents, some financial and entrepreneurs around the world, a kind of caricature of our world and its materialistic through the leading straight to death by asphyxiation. Dubai is a little "Lord of the Flies" if you had told the children shipwrecked and left to themselves that anything was possible and that whatever they do they never have to answer. Dubai is a universe as small as a fruit confit, but the bloated ego of Dr. No, a universe where a semblance of moral rigidity covers a cynical exploitation of immigrant workers and sometimes (often?) Cohort slaves.
The financial crisis that took Dubai in the same way lice invade the hair of a small primary breast does not really pleases me. And the gag is not quite well fitted to be funny. The only small satisfaction is petty but true: for a night or two we will sleep a little less well in Dubai.
And that, it gives this stupid story a semblance of morality. 
This is assumed ...
We can not rejoice in the misfortune of others and do not wish others what n'on is like not to oneself. Here is a nice little dose of simple morality it is important to know but that is not always easy to follow.
Pierre Desporges brought an interesting nuance to this moral counter by saying: "we can not laugh at the misfortunes of others unless it is funny" and modestly, I would add that "we can not rejoice in the misfortune of others unless if it's done for them. "
past few years, every time I heard about Duaba, a vague nausea overcame me after confirmation of the fact that human nature is not worth more (and probably less) than that of the larva is a worm that mélolonthoïde white scavengers.
When I see television images of the Burj Al Arab, this kind of large sarcophagus in which the international elite is (was?) Spend ten thousand dollars of dirty money to spend the night, when I see photographs of artificial islands "Palm Island" or "The World", when I hear about projects cephalic crypto-tower Al Burj Tower or Anaka, when I imagine the mental state of the mind conceiving the "shopping festival (taking place during a month in the first quarter of each year), when I hear about this indoor ski slope for billionaire capricious spitting in the face of the world millions of tons of CO, I assure you that I want to take the head in his hands and spend the day crying face of all this orgy of wasted money and energy wasted.
Dubai is like the dream of a spoiled rotten brat who would have turned into a nightmare. Dubai, in some years, under the leadership of Sheikh Mohammed bin Rashid, with the endorsement residents, some financial and entrepreneurs around the world, a kind of caricature of our world and its materialistic through the leading straight to death by asphyxiation. Dubai is a little "Lord of the Flies" if you had told the children shipwrecked and left to themselves that anything was possible and that whatever they do they never have to answer. Dubai is a universe as small as a fruit confit, but the bloated ego of Dr. No, a universe where a semblance of moral rigidity covers a cynical exploitation of immigrant workers and sometimes (often?) Cohort slaves.
The financial crisis that took Dubai in the same way lice invade the hair of a small primary breast does not really pleases me. And the gag is not quite well fitted to be funny. The only small satisfaction is petty but true: for a night or two we will sleep a little less well in Dubai.
And that, it gives this stupid story a semblance of morality.
Gallstones. More Condition_symptoms
Le Soir
All the same. ...
Herman Van Rompuy two finger would leave the government to fall into the arms of Europe. It is understood, of course. It a man after all, and that he had been forcibly married to this somewhat neurotic Belgium ... In Belgium this pretty, but somewhat broken foot, a charming but sometimes hysterical, seductive but often in obscure sinking depression which nothing ever seems able to escape, that however it comes out. Whenever
. Before
plunge. Whenever
.
That is obvious: it can not be both the husband's lover and the doctor. ...
We are like that.
So when we feel there is an opening in a girl with no stories, well equipped, with a large family, promises of travel, prestige, but without too much responsibility ... When you dangled a life of an aristocrat of the Enlightenment: a rewarding idleness for man of the world end in mind. When you finally have the prospect of never having to put his hands dirty communautaro - Belgian institutional. ... Well, you spin.
In English.
Gently.
Without fuss.
Men are a runner, it does not change.
Obviously, for the Belgians, it feels somewhat the effect we have when we have just been dumped: First, it is just after the shock and the anger. This is the classic "Well, go ahead! If you think you will be happier! But if this is happening, you do not believe it! ".
And then there are tears and then there is despair colored by the belief that their is never "one like that." The emotion that often accompanies despair is often a distaste for others ...
This is when one has a reason: we grow old alone, we die alone, life is ruined.
And then time passes ... autumn comes winter followed and suffering shameful to spend the holiday alone and sleep in icy sheets.
Generally, it is This time we decided to take charge.
A new Prime Minister, in Belgium, it is never easy. It still looks more like a baby with a birth occurring "under siege" has a wedding where people dance. Given the history of the past two years, we get the impression that the only Premier who likes to Belgium would be strange that someone who does not want her. There are
girl like that, only able to fall in love with men who love them ... I am certain that in psychology it must have a name.
In politics I think it fairly unique.
In literature, it is Alberto Moravia who found the best formula: it's called "contempt". And
of infinite sadness. 
All the same. ...
Herman Van Rompuy two finger would leave the government to fall into the arms of Europe. It is understood, of course. It a man after all, and that he had been forcibly married to this somewhat neurotic Belgium ... In Belgium this pretty, but somewhat broken foot, a charming but sometimes hysterical, seductive but often in obscure sinking depression which nothing ever seems able to escape, that however it comes out. Whenever
. Before
plunge. Whenever
.
That is obvious: it can not be both the husband's lover and the doctor. ...
We are like that.
So when we feel there is an opening in a girl with no stories, well equipped, with a large family, promises of travel, prestige, but without too much responsibility ... When you dangled a life of an aristocrat of the Enlightenment: a rewarding idleness for man of the world end in mind. When you finally have the prospect of never having to put his hands dirty communautaro - Belgian institutional. ... Well, you spin.
In English.
Gently.
Without fuss.
Men are a runner, it does not change.
Obviously, for the Belgians, it feels somewhat the effect we have when we have just been dumped: First, it is just after the shock and the anger. This is the classic "Well, go ahead! If you think you will be happier! But if this is happening, you do not believe it! ".
And then there are tears and then there is despair colored by the belief that their is never "one like that." The emotion that often accompanies despair is often a distaste for others ...
This is when one has a reason: we grow old alone, we die alone, life is ruined.
And then time passes ... autumn comes winter followed and suffering shameful to spend the holiday alone and sleep in icy sheets.
Generally, it is This time we decided to take charge.
A new Prime Minister, in Belgium, it is never easy. It still looks more like a baby with a birth occurring "under siege" has a wedding where people dance. Given the history of the past two years, we get the impression that the only Premier who likes to Belgium would be strange that someone who does not want her. There are
girl like that, only able to fall in love with men who love them ... I am certain that in psychology it must have a name.
In politics I think it fairly unique.
In literature, it is Alberto Moravia who found the best formula: it's called "contempt". And
of infinite sadness.
Vegetable Centerpieces
30-11-09 24-11-09 9-11-09
The mysterious star
It's strange, but I can not hate Yves Leterme. Warning, this is not that I like, for example I do not think not that I'd be willing to share with him renting a holiday home in Portugal. I'm pretty sure that this vacation would turn out badly: Yves Leterme is a complicated man, it's a looper, this is probably an angry, can be a fickle. There must be lots of principles rather rigid as that of making his bed every morning and not to the wooden spoon in the dishwasher. or not to support it, does not count the drawer spice in a specific order. Yves Leterme, it may be the kind of guy to always want to talk to the waitress in the little restaurant to show that he speaks Portuguese and it is everyone uncomfortable because he does not finally doing terrible, the kind of guy to moan as he felt that by the market are "tourist grabs" and he would remark loudly and very hard, the kind of guy to go far to find the cheapest petrol.
short, the kind of guy with whom one does not on vacation.
That said, I'm sure he get along well with children. He shares with them the universe both messy and egocentric, this ability to persist for things which in the eyes of adults, appear to be futile, that need to be loved and recognized, that vague uneasiness with the idea of growing contempt and, sometimes, for arguments within common sense.
Yves Leterme, it irritates, it bristles but he has this je ne sais quoi of touching, like the little children to something that people always talk about at length at meetings of parents to whom we followed the advice and speech therapy school homework.
As often, at first, with small problem children, parents do not know how to react. They tend to deny the problem, not to believe what their experts say, to find a culprit. Poorly supervised and poorly understood, the child then gradually sinking, he "wins" falls mysteriously ill, refuses to go to attend classes and when he goes there, he often finds himself summoned to the director with angry words written in red in a newspaper class unkempt. The arrival likely next
Yves Leterme at 16 rue de la Loi makes me think back to school a small child in that "individualized instruction" that I knew well myself. It is prepared, it is reassuring, it reassures parents, the center PMS was an encouraging report but quite firm.
's the time everyone pretended nothing, pretends nonchalance to leave as he heard "no problem". Although in the past it has "asked" now "everything is going well," the boy has been "took over", it will be "followed and supervised."
But whatever may be said, the only dominant feeling is also the only one we would not want to see: the feeling of anxiety. 
The mysterious star
It's strange, but I can not hate Yves Leterme. Warning, this is not that I like, for example I do not think not that I'd be willing to share with him renting a holiday home in Portugal. I'm pretty sure that this vacation would turn out badly: Yves Leterme is a complicated man, it's a looper, this is probably an angry, can be a fickle. There must be lots of principles rather rigid as that of making his bed every morning and not to the wooden spoon in the dishwasher. or not to support it, does not count the drawer spice in a specific order. Yves Leterme, it may be the kind of guy to always want to talk to the waitress in the little restaurant to show that he speaks Portuguese and it is everyone uncomfortable because he does not finally doing terrible, the kind of guy to moan as he felt that by the market are "tourist grabs" and he would remark loudly and very hard, the kind of guy to go far to find the cheapest petrol.
short, the kind of guy with whom one does not on vacation.
That said, I'm sure he get along well with children. He shares with them the universe both messy and egocentric, this ability to persist for things which in the eyes of adults, appear to be futile, that need to be loved and recognized, that vague uneasiness with the idea of growing contempt and, sometimes, for arguments within common sense.
Yves Leterme, it irritates, it bristles but he has this je ne sais quoi of touching, like the little children to something that people always talk about at length at meetings of parents to whom we followed the advice and speech therapy school homework.
As often, at first, with small problem children, parents do not know how to react. They tend to deny the problem, not to believe what their experts say, to find a culprit. Poorly supervised and poorly understood, the child then gradually sinking, he "wins" falls mysteriously ill, refuses to go to attend classes and when he goes there, he often finds himself summoned to the director with angry words written in red in a newspaper class unkempt. The arrival likely next
Yves Leterme at 16 rue de la Loi makes me think back to school a small child in that "individualized instruction" that I knew well myself. It is prepared, it is reassuring, it reassures parents, the center PMS was an encouraging report but quite firm.
's the time everyone pretended nothing, pretends nonchalance to leave as he heard "no problem". Although in the past it has "asked" now "everything is going well," the boy has been "took over", it will be "followed and supervised."
But whatever may be said, the only dominant feeling is also the only one we would not want to see: the feeling of anxiety.
Poems For Getting Well
Week 20-3-10 Infernal Infernal
The other day I was home alone
... Ms.
work,
children to school,
some cold rain against the windows of my office
old neighbor who coughs on the floor above ...
A hundred percent normal day ... A day
hundred percent normal with a small difference ...
I was a little bored ...
dunno why ... There's
days like this ...
not want to work ...
Nothing on TV ...
Nothing to read ...
What is going to be able to do to look after the great void of the day ...
I was there to hang out at my list of definitions to the dictionary for the game:
mofette
periplasm
Flabellifère
And it was not going,
And it was not funny,
And I was bored .. .
And then suddenly came back the recollection of a discussion with Raoul
I found what I was doing, I was gonna go see
X Internet ...
The X on the internet ...
Frankly, I do not know anything about the X Internet
Compared to the X on the Internet, I was as pure as morning dew ..
So with the curiosity of a Neil Armstrong making his small steps on the moon I'm left to discover it ...
The X on the internet ... First
something crazy: the X Internet is hyperfacile.
We ask nothing of you, it's fun, it's welcoming, it's colorful and it's free hyper-ranked:
brunette, blonde, redhead, short hair, long hair ...
Well, that's the good side. The
downside is that if you're not familiar with some expressions rather Anglo Saxon, you could quickly be lost.
is where I realized that the X is like the Internet between local accounting: it is something of a specialist.
So I'll save you time and I give you two three indications:
For example, there are films classified as MILF.
MILF, I do not know the etymological root milf but that's where everything sort of thing with the ladies who could be my mother.
I mean there are some ladies who were my age mother ...
Because for the rest, my mother, she is not too latex ...
note, there is the category called: Mature higher. And that's really weird because there is some ladies who could be my grandmother.
So, I assure you the physical condition of some of these little ladies can hold a candle to teams basquetteurs fed steroids and hung like donkeys ... it is really fun. The X
intenet ...
You really weird stuff ...
Cameltoe, for example ...
Cameltoe, in English it means walking camel.
As I did not see too well what it could be, I was seeing ...
foot camel
Well, I understood ...
How can I explain ...
Woman. ... Not
... The better to understand: Close your eyes, visualize a camel or even a camel ...
It does not matter ...
Ok ..
Now you see her legs ...
down a bit, watch his feet ...
Well, you knew ...
Camel Toe
Then there's also a crazy categories:
Fetish Fetish ... Frankly
If you go to dinner or if you have an appointment in love with a girl you imagine beautiful naked ... Hey ben
fetish do not see ...
If you want the category fetish ... How
say it is somewhere between Cambridge and Medical Plakendael ...
The X Internet ...
This is crazy, and I really do not know why
once you will see the X on the Internet with all of these categories
Well you can not help to classify the people we know, I do
not know me: Joel Millequet? Milf. Milf
Onkelinx also ...
Fabiola? Fabiola Mature. Anne Marie Lizin
? Yes ... Anne Marie Lizin Fetish. Aaah
that ...
The X Internet ...
What is great about the X Internet is that it can better understand other cultures
For example, the Italians, they like the stories with the priests and nuns ...
dunno why ...
The Japanese, always there in an ale that eventually tie into another ...
A bit like a roast veal ...
dunno why ...
Americans: fitness very, very steroids. Very fed red meat.
Russians: the Russians they look drunk all the time ... Russians and scenery ... In a sad ... Wallpaper with brown flowers, old linoleum, the bed creaking ... And they have these mines, the Russians. ... No sun ... that's why ...
Oh the sun is located in Brazil ... Very strange movie
Brazilian: the tan marks jersey ... Some brands
tiny swimsuits tiny swimsuits
And Animal ...
Dunno why there are animals in Brazilian films. The German
: very pro ... the German ... We would say they really bumps ... I
the German porn movies on the internet, it makes me want to buy VW ...
The French? Oh the French they keep talking about ... It is unbearable ...
It reminds me each time this holiday rotted where they had been camped in the Dordogne ...
And the Belgians?
Well nothing about the Belgians ...
As if we did people dream ...
was still the fen, the Herve, Happart ...
Tricks owl ...
Finally, I do that there is no category Belgian ale
Well, I was a little upset, that ...
That's how the X Internet, I stopped ... I stopped ... 
The other day I was home alone
... Ms.
work,
children to school,
some cold rain against the windows of my office
old neighbor who coughs on the floor above ...
A hundred percent normal day ... A day
hundred percent normal with a small difference ...
I was a little bored ...
dunno why ... There's
days like this ...
not want to work ...
Nothing on TV ...
Nothing to read ...
What is going to be able to do to look after the great void of the day ...
I was there to hang out at my list of definitions to the dictionary for the game:
mofette
periplasm
Flabellifère
And it was not going,
And it was not funny,
And I was bored .. .
And then suddenly came back the recollection of a discussion with Raoul
I found what I was doing, I was gonna go see
X Internet ...
The X on the internet ...
Frankly, I do not know anything about the X Internet
Compared to the X on the Internet, I was as pure as morning dew ..
So with the curiosity of a Neil Armstrong making his small steps on the moon I'm left to discover it ...
The X on the internet ... First
something crazy: the X Internet is hyperfacile.
We ask nothing of you, it's fun, it's welcoming, it's colorful and it's free hyper-ranked:
brunette, blonde, redhead, short hair, long hair ...
Well, that's the good side. The
downside is that if you're not familiar with some expressions rather Anglo Saxon, you could quickly be lost.
is where I realized that the X is like the Internet between local accounting: it is something of a specialist.
So I'll save you time and I give you two three indications:
For example, there are films classified as MILF.
MILF, I do not know the etymological root milf but that's where everything sort of thing with the ladies who could be my mother.
I mean there are some ladies who were my age mother ...
Because for the rest, my mother, she is not too latex ...
note, there is the category called: Mature higher. And that's really weird because there is some ladies who could be my grandmother.
So, I assure you the physical condition of some of these little ladies can hold a candle to teams basquetteurs fed steroids and hung like donkeys ... it is really fun. The X
intenet ...
You really weird stuff ...
Cameltoe, for example ...
Cameltoe, in English it means walking camel.
As I did not see too well what it could be, I was seeing ...
foot camel
Well, I understood ...
How can I explain ...
Woman. ... Not
... The better to understand: Close your eyes, visualize a camel or even a camel ...
It does not matter ...
Ok ..
Now you see her legs ...
down a bit, watch his feet ...
Well, you knew ...
Camel Toe
Then there's also a crazy categories:
Fetish Fetish ... Frankly
If you go to dinner or if you have an appointment in love with a girl you imagine beautiful naked ... Hey ben
fetish do not see ...
If you want the category fetish ... How
say it is somewhere between Cambridge and Medical Plakendael ...
The X Internet ...
This is crazy, and I really do not know why
once you will see the X on the Internet with all of these categories
Well you can not help to classify the people we know, I do
not know me: Joel Millequet? Milf. Milf
Onkelinx also ...
Fabiola? Fabiola Mature. Anne Marie Lizin
? Yes ... Anne Marie Lizin Fetish. Aaah
that ...
The X Internet ...
What is great about the X Internet is that it can better understand other cultures
For example, the Italians, they like the stories with the priests and nuns ...
dunno why ...
The Japanese, always there in an ale that eventually tie into another ...
A bit like a roast veal ...
dunno why ...
Americans: fitness very, very steroids. Very fed red meat.
Russians: the Russians they look drunk all the time ... Russians and scenery ... In a sad ... Wallpaper with brown flowers, old linoleum, the bed creaking ... And they have these mines, the Russians. ... No sun ... that's why ...
Oh the sun is located in Brazil ... Very strange movie
Brazilian: the tan marks jersey ... Some brands
tiny swimsuits tiny swimsuits
And Animal ...
Dunno why there are animals in Brazilian films. The German
: very pro ... the German ... We would say they really bumps ... I
the German porn movies on the internet, it makes me want to buy VW ...
The French? Oh the French they keep talking about ... It is unbearable ...
It reminds me each time this holiday rotted where they had been camped in the Dordogne ...
And the Belgians?
Well nothing about the Belgians ...
As if we did people dream ...
was still the fen, the Herve, Happart ...
Tricks owl ...
Finally, I do that there is no category Belgian ale
Well, I was a little upset, that ...
That's how the X Internet, I stopped ... I stopped ...
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Week 6-3 -
Dite ...
Raven who sent the bulk material on Daerden ...
Everyone wonders who it could be, eh ...
300 pages dense with many phrases that give bad head like:
"jurisprudence has identified three situations in which one can undoubtedly conclude that the limitation period begins to run only when the false instrument consisting of simulated to fully exhausted its effectiveness or is more able to achieve the desired effect "
Well ...
imagine that the Raven ...
I know who it is!
And you know like I know who done it?
Well I did my little investigation ... A small survey
simple that was to think for disposal ...
I made a small Summary:
Already, one thing is certain: it is not me ... First
because with all the definitions for the game to write dictionaries, I would not have time, but more
I do not use the word never undoubtedly
except once, when I said my fiance: "undoubtedly, the little suede skirt is too short to go to your archery.
Raven Raven
My little investigation. ... I
dismissed the prime suspects:
is one of the PS, because this stuff was written during the Carnival and during the Carnival they were all finding mission to train Megeve ski with money from the slush fund ICDI, white as snow
PS
they have done nothing wrong. ..
Raven ... That person
MR, because if it was someone from the MR might have asked Olivier Maingain write the note and Oliver Maingain, he is like me, he never uses the word "undoubtedly "
except once when he said:" undoubtedly, my dream of being champion bobleigh is not this time ... "That person
HRC because he spent all their time in Cloquet to make masquara reserve for their president who was preparing to join Monsignor Leonard Koksijde to eat pancakes before Lent ...
Raven ...
Want to know who this is eh ....
Well, that person in Flemish Flemish, because undoubtedly, but never say "ongetwijfeld"
And this is someone among fascists because Modrikamen teacher working on his PhD in "twisted smile," and that it took him all his energy.
Good ...
Raven ...
I confess to have thought for a moment the family Royal. ... But hey ...
Philip, he never says "undoubtedly" either but rather "is it still a little hot sauce for dinner."
And Matilda indubitalement is a word that makes it a little scared because she thinks it's porn.
Well, apart from them, in Belgium, nobody really has nothing to do with the story of a crow that is why, quite naturally turned to my inquiry abroad ...
Raven ...
Abroad,
But who would want to harm our friendly ministers of pensions?
My little investigation ...
I immediately thought of the company employees Générac wine cooperatives, first ribs of Blaye who could have done it in retaliation to the minister who prefers the Cubi Fitou Colruyth ...
No.
... I thought of Colonel Gaddafi who believes that Michael is Daerden Switzerland because he looks like a cheese fondue. ... Not
I thought Scarlett Johansson to which he had sent a text message promising management of inter Walloon waste in exchange I quote "something nice with his mouth."
Not ...
So Raven time of my investigation I said that I was wrong. ... I had
continues to eliminate the world: the millionaire Greg
Naomi Campbell
Puff Daddy
Ewan Mc Greggor
Alvaro Uribe
Elizabeth II
Jean Claude Junker Mickey James Bond
Linda Lovelace
King Harald V of Norway
And Brian Jackson is the guy who managed to inflate three hot water bottles until they explode in one minute and eight seconds ...
I was fairly sure it was none of those here ... And
strength to eliminate all that, it stayed with me one Type ...
But how is it that I had not thought of earlier?
New York 1978,
singer Felipe Rose is disguised as an Indian with a few mates and creates the group Village People ...
Remember: the worker, the cowboy, the cop, biker, military ...
We remember the Seventh Village Poeple least: the company auditor Walloon
We do not know because he dropped the group after a week and disappeared with the $ 400 reported by the first contract ...
Well here it is ...
Thirty years after it is solved! 
Dite ...
Raven who sent the bulk material on Daerden ...
Everyone wonders who it could be, eh ...
300 pages dense with many phrases that give bad head like:
"jurisprudence has identified three situations in which one can undoubtedly conclude that the limitation period begins to run only when the false instrument consisting of simulated to fully exhausted its effectiveness or is more able to achieve the desired effect "
Well ...
imagine that the Raven ...
I know who it is!
And you know like I know who done it?
Well I did my little investigation ... A small survey
simple that was to think for disposal ...
I made a small Summary:
Already, one thing is certain: it is not me ... First
because with all the definitions for the game to write dictionaries, I would not have time, but more
I do not use the word never undoubtedly
except once, when I said my fiance: "undoubtedly, the little suede skirt is too short to go to your archery.
Raven Raven
My little investigation. ... I
dismissed the prime suspects:
is one of the PS, because this stuff was written during the Carnival and during the Carnival they were all finding mission to train Megeve ski with money from the slush fund ICDI, white as snow
PS
they have done nothing wrong. ..
Raven ... That person
MR, because if it was someone from the MR might have asked Olivier Maingain write the note and Oliver Maingain, he is like me, he never uses the word "undoubtedly "
except once when he said:" undoubtedly, my dream of being champion bobleigh is not this time ... "That person
HRC because he spent all their time in Cloquet to make masquara reserve for their president who was preparing to join Monsignor Leonard Koksijde to eat pancakes before Lent ...
Raven ...
Want to know who this is eh ....
Well, that person in Flemish Flemish, because undoubtedly, but never say "ongetwijfeld"
And this is someone among fascists because Modrikamen teacher working on his PhD in "twisted smile," and that it took him all his energy.
Good ...
Raven ...
I confess to have thought for a moment the family Royal. ... But hey ...
Philip, he never says "undoubtedly" either but rather "is it still a little hot sauce for dinner."
And Matilda indubitalement is a word that makes it a little scared because she thinks it's porn.
Well, apart from them, in Belgium, nobody really has nothing to do with the story of a crow that is why, quite naturally turned to my inquiry abroad ...
Raven ...
Abroad,
But who would want to harm our friendly ministers of pensions?
My little investigation ...
I immediately thought of the company employees Générac wine cooperatives, first ribs of Blaye who could have done it in retaliation to the minister who prefers the Cubi Fitou Colruyth ...
No.
... I thought of Colonel Gaddafi who believes that Michael is Daerden Switzerland because he looks like a cheese fondue. ... Not
I thought Scarlett Johansson to which he had sent a text message promising management of inter Walloon waste in exchange I quote "something nice with his mouth."
Not ...
So Raven time of my investigation I said that I was wrong. ... I had
continues to eliminate the world: the millionaire Greg
Naomi Campbell
Puff Daddy
Ewan Mc Greggor
Alvaro Uribe
Elizabeth II
Jean Claude Junker Mickey James Bond
Linda Lovelace
King Harald V of Norway
And Brian Jackson is the guy who managed to inflate three hot water bottles until they explode in one minute and eight seconds ...
I was fairly sure it was none of those here ... And
strength to eliminate all that, it stayed with me one Type ...
But how is it that I had not thought of earlier?
New York 1978,
singer Felipe Rose is disguised as an Indian with a few mates and creates the group Village People ...
Remember: the worker, the cowboy, the cop, biker, military ...
We remember the Seventh Village Poeple least: the company auditor Walloon
We do not know because he dropped the group after a week and disappeared with the $ 400 reported by the first contract ...
Well here it is ...
Thirty years after it is solved!
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Week 10 Week Infernal Infernal
Ahhhhh
was awful ...
There are to me something terrible happened ...
When I think about it, I still feel my stomach juices glottis tickle me ...
There are to me something terrible happened ...
On television the other day ...
There was a show about Guillaume Canet ...
But not a variety show at the con, eh ...
No no ... It was great to show report by France 2,
A very classy show, a show with journalists who take risks, which are in dangerous countries we bring exclusive pictures of Taliban in caves ...
dunno ...
But here on this broadcast William Cannock ...
I hate this guy ... What
asshole ...
Well the show starts and we see ...
A handsome young athletic type, with a pretty face, a straight back, a flat stomach ...
Fun as all ... What
asshole. ...
And the team follows a journalist in his daily life ...
He will show us where he grew ...
I confess that I hoped some sad picture of an apartment in a working class suburb disaster ...
Not ...
We go to the countryside,
we arrive in a stylish stud or father is a breeder of pure blood ...
A place to dream ...
a Gold Redriver running towards him with eyes of love ...
boby is his buddy always
Guillaume Cannet ... Pauvre con ...
And a man of a certain age come and Guillaume in his arms ...
A man very nice, better than ever ...
His father ...
He gets along well with his father and his father is a great guy ...
Guillaume Cannet pauvre con ...
And also, before being a super super well paid actor who makes great films, Guillaume Cannet, he was champion of France, riding ...
That way, the air of nothing ...
I watched all this while doing the dishes ... I have never been
champion of nothing, me ...
I came back from the tower of finance or had asked for time to pay my taxes ...
And the journalist spoke of his relationship with Diane Kruger and her happy life with Marion Cotillard, this little brunette who was at an Oscar ... And it burned
who wanted to leave ...
I tried to fuck but I'm desperate, I rubbed poel Téfal with the side of the scratchy sponge ...
Just to piss ...
Was it so ...
But it's not out ...
And since I feel bad ...
I'm just a little poop on a sidewalk blackbird Laeken ... A
undermenchen ...
Well, I hated this show on Guillaume Cannet
But I loved the Miss Belgium ...
The beautiful big girls, great taste ...
With the issuance of Miss Belgium I started to feel better ... These
parade in purple satin suit which reminded me vaguely 1973 and the first appearance of the German actress Karin Schubert in the movie "The nurse in the military asylum."
Che'm spontaneous, I always smile, I would be an example, I'm facing the future, I am determined, I am passionate Goed Avond Goodnight "
was nice, gave me this
fishing ...
What I wanted to be Miss Belgium me .. A large pie
really happy ...
ducks for optimism that everything is always impeccable
But me more, I would have been a real bitch ...
I spent my year to annoy the world ...
I made stupid ... whims
"I'm going to m & m's light, eh eh if I'm not. ... I'll call my agent ..." I was seduced
this little cunt Guillaume Cannet, I
would have made crazy ...
One day yes, one day no ...
I would have dismantled piece by piece her life with an oyster knife ...
Ahhhh it perfect gentleman. ... He would
began drinking, he lost his contract, he should move to a small apartment on Rue Nestor Falise Courcelle,
he sought the job but it does would not find ...
is the crisis for everyone, huh. ...
And he died because of poisoned water heater of its antiquated shower room. ... You see
veronica ...
There is justice. 
Ahhhhh
was awful ...
There are to me something terrible happened ...
When I think about it, I still feel my stomach juices glottis tickle me ...
There are to me something terrible happened ...
On television the other day ...
There was a show about Guillaume Canet ...
But not a variety show at the con, eh ...
No no ... It was great to show report by France 2,
A very classy show, a show with journalists who take risks, which are in dangerous countries we bring exclusive pictures of Taliban in caves ...
dunno ...
But here on this broadcast William Cannock ...
I hate this guy ... What
asshole ...
Well the show starts and we see ...
A handsome young athletic type, with a pretty face, a straight back, a flat stomach ...
Fun as all ... What
asshole. ...
And the team follows a journalist in his daily life ...
He will show us where he grew ...
I confess that I hoped some sad picture of an apartment in a working class suburb disaster ...
Not ...
We go to the countryside,
we arrive in a stylish stud or father is a breeder of pure blood ...
A place to dream ...
a Gold Redriver running towards him with eyes of love ...
boby is his buddy always
Guillaume Cannet ... Pauvre con ...
And a man of a certain age come and Guillaume in his arms ...
A man very nice, better than ever ...
His father ...
He gets along well with his father and his father is a great guy ...
Guillaume Cannet pauvre con ...
And also, before being a super super well paid actor who makes great films, Guillaume Cannet, he was champion of France, riding ...
That way, the air of nothing ...
I watched all this while doing the dishes ... I have never been
champion of nothing, me ...
I came back from the tower of finance or had asked for time to pay my taxes ...
And the journalist spoke of his relationship with Diane Kruger and her happy life with Marion Cotillard, this little brunette who was at an Oscar ... And it burned
who wanted to leave ...
I tried to fuck but I'm desperate, I rubbed poel Téfal with the side of the scratchy sponge ...
Just to piss ...
Was it so ...
But it's not out ...
And since I feel bad ...
I'm just a little poop on a sidewalk blackbird Laeken ... A
undermenchen ...
Well, I hated this show on Guillaume Cannet
But I loved the Miss Belgium ...
The beautiful big girls, great taste ...
With the issuance of Miss Belgium I started to feel better ... These
parade in purple satin suit which reminded me vaguely 1973 and the first appearance of the German actress Karin Schubert in the movie "The nurse in the military asylum."
Che'm spontaneous, I always smile, I would be an example, I'm facing the future, I am determined, I am passionate Goed Avond Goodnight "
was nice, gave me this
fishing ...
What I wanted to be Miss Belgium me .. A large pie
really happy ...
ducks for optimism that everything is always impeccable
But me more, I would have been a real bitch ...
I spent my year to annoy the world ...
I made stupid ... whims
"I'm going to m & m's light, eh eh if I'm not. ... I'll call my agent ..." I was seduced
this little cunt Guillaume Cannet, I
would have made crazy ...
One day yes, one day no ...
I would have dismantled piece by piece her life with an oyster knife ...
Ahhhh it perfect gentleman. ... He would
began drinking, he lost his contract, he should move to a small apartment on Rue Nestor Falise Courcelle,
he sought the job but it does would not find ...
is the crisis for everyone, huh. ...
And he died because of poisoned water heater of its antiquated shower room. ... You see
veronica ...
There is justice.
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23-1-10 9-1-10 5-12-09
Happy New Year ...
Happy New Year ...
How can we still believe what they say ...
And then all these stupid sms clumsy and wanted to say anything that has received packet ...
"Because friendship is priceless and loyalty is infinite and for sincerity between friends I wish you a Happy New Year"
"Happy New Year to you and your loved ones that evil Savings and that luck around them during this new year, love of neighbor that stays with you and that is sharing this year as the year before in the palm of your thinking "... I
swear!
"For you and for your family, wealth and beauty, and that evil is at a distance from sun enlighten you"
Whore.
... All that stuff that made me want to puke at 0:02
Good year my eye ...
A new year is first a year less to live ... It is mathematically
...
A new year is also one year closer to retirement,
A new year and whenever there is a little closer to the floor or palliative care nurses make fun of me changing my stainless steel pan.
A new year, it is still a year or you wonder how can I pay twelve times the rent,
How are we going to pay her fifty to sixty full euro to forty times the big races at a hundred euros,
pay five internship Kids
twelve phone bill, the subscription television, gas, water, electricity or
and we will have to take everyone on vacation
And with the smile still
Happy New Year my eye ...
2009 was rotten ...
crisis beasts, beasts flu, a simple global warming, ministerial meetings that resembled to portions of Dr. Maboule ...
2010 2010 2010
it will be worse ...
2010 we will go after ... The Mean ...
2010 ... Even more stupid, even older, sicker and still without a ball ...
2010 even more terrified by the bombs, by microbes, by the co, by bankers, by taxation, by the instruction manuals translated from Korean by unemployment, by the antibiotic in my pork chop, by conservative in the Gold Coast serves 58, the GMO in the peas, the price of my future chemotherapy ....
Then suddenly, I, I took a good resolution ... And my resolution is
I'll take a max until the end ...
That way, at least not regret ...
2010, I dont care of everything because we will all die ...
2010 I'll drink like a fish ... I have lunch at the Beaujolais
I fall asleep to Johnny Walker
I dont care of everything ...
2010 I'll eat meat ...
rillettes, croquettes, sausages, butter
...
the sauce Devos Lemmens Pita
I do not care ...
I love the fat ...
2010, I'll snap some money in crap clothes and
The cars ...
2010 this will be Dolce and Gabana and Diesel 4x4 German and
2010 I become an arrogant asshole
In 2010 I will listen Francis Lalanne ... In 2010 I look
"Survey on RTL tvi"
"Control Walcot - Police checks in Namur goal ... Police: Road Safety. Today, flash and alcohol testers are out. "
In 2010 I will be a real pig ...
In 2010, I am not washing more ...
gonna feel the lama, I do not care ...
In 2010, I will have more friends ...
Any way you're always alone, so ...
In 2010, I completely let myself go ...
I will lay hands on the bottom of Virginia ...
I'm going to knead the breasts like two brioche ...
Okay j'm'en cares or not ... It'll be worth
exclusion from the team but it's worth it.
Ah well, I'm feeling better already ...
2010 I wonder if it will not be a good year, finally ... 
Happy New Year ...
Happy New Year ...
How can we still believe what they say ...
And then all these stupid sms clumsy and wanted to say anything that has received packet ...
"Because friendship is priceless and loyalty is infinite and for sincerity between friends I wish you a Happy New Year"
"Happy New Year to you and your loved ones that evil Savings and that luck around them during this new year, love of neighbor that stays with you and that is sharing this year as the year before in the palm of your thinking "... I
swear!
"For you and for your family, wealth and beauty, and that evil is at a distance from sun enlighten you"
Whore.
... All that stuff that made me want to puke at 0:02
Good year my eye ...
A new year is first a year less to live ... It is mathematically
...
A new year is also one year closer to retirement,
A new year and whenever there is a little closer to the floor or palliative care nurses make fun of me changing my stainless steel pan.
A new year, it is still a year or you wonder how can I pay twelve times the rent,
How are we going to pay her fifty to sixty full euro to forty times the big races at a hundred euros,
pay five internship Kids
twelve phone bill, the subscription television, gas, water, electricity or
and we will have to take everyone on vacation
And with the smile still
Happy New Year my eye ...
2009 was rotten ...
crisis beasts, beasts flu, a simple global warming, ministerial meetings that resembled to portions of Dr. Maboule ...
2010 2010 2010
it will be worse ...
2010 we will go after ... The Mean ...
2010 ... Even more stupid, even older, sicker and still without a ball ...
2010 even more terrified by the bombs, by microbes, by the co, by bankers, by taxation, by the instruction manuals translated from Korean by unemployment, by the antibiotic in my pork chop, by conservative in the Gold Coast serves 58, the GMO in the peas, the price of my future chemotherapy ....
Then suddenly, I, I took a good resolution ... And my resolution is
I'll take a max until the end ...
That way, at least not regret ...
2010, I dont care of everything because we will all die ...
2010 I'll drink like a fish ... I have lunch at the Beaujolais
I fall asleep to Johnny Walker
I dont care of everything ...
2010 I'll eat meat ...
rillettes, croquettes, sausages, butter
...
the sauce Devos Lemmens Pita
I do not care ...
I love the fat ...
2010, I'll snap some money in crap clothes and
The cars ...
2010 this will be Dolce and Gabana and Diesel 4x4 German and
2010 I become an arrogant asshole
In 2010 I will listen Francis Lalanne ... In 2010 I look
"Survey on RTL tvi"
"Control Walcot - Police checks in Namur goal ... Police: Road Safety. Today, flash and alcohol testers are out. "
In 2010 I will be a real pig ...
In 2010, I am not washing more ...
gonna feel the lama, I do not care ...
In 2010, I will have more friends ...
Any way you're always alone, so ...
In 2010, I completely let myself go ...
I will lay hands on the bottom of Virginia ...
I'm going to knead the breasts like two brioche ...
Okay j'm'en cares or not ... It'll be worth
exclusion from the team but it's worth it.
Ah well, I'm feeling better already ...
2010 I wonder if it will not be a good year, finally ...
Pontoon Trailer Blueprints
Dite ...
The vaccine ...
The vaccine against influenza ...
The thing with adjuvants that gives autoimmune diseases or syndromes weird. ... Or not ...
The vaccine ...
I did or I did not. ... I do not know
...
There are articles, there are debates, there statistics, I listen to the doctors, ministers listen, listen to journalists. ...
And ultimately ...
Frankly, I do not know what to think ...
I did or I did not. ...
I do not know the name of god I dunno ...
Alala but for crying out loud, I'm sure of anything, I begin to doubt everything. ...
Well, it started with the vaccine, but I realized that actually I did not know what to think ... You're
Of all the people want ...
I do not know what people think. ... It's terrible
Yves Leterme for example ...
I do not know what to think of Yves Leterme
is true that he returned as party ...
With this I do not know what unbearable ... This
twisted smile of someone who tries to keep calm during a colonoscopy ...
But it also has that I do not know what a little sad, like a new guy who gets locked up in the toilet the first day of school ...
me, it touches me ...
Like when I see these little piglets that Emene to abatoire ...
And who does not realize ...
who believes what they told the butcher ...
Whether it will just go back to plosaland ...
is fucking ... I no longer have an opinion very clear ...
Of Nothing! Go
Michel Daerden ... Yes it's true
it is funny ... A
like one of those ass monkeys in the zoo red plays with his feces to the delight of large and small ...
Anyway ... Michel Daerden, there's one side of Corrléone province ... No side
well-cut suit eh ... Just
side mafia
The side has put a contract on your head. ...
Or maybe not ...
I know nothing ...
I do not know what to think ...
I do not know what to do. ... And that's how
for everything ...
For example: do I yield to the advances of Virginia ...
But my fiancee is going to be sorry ...
And just before Christmas, it could put a dirty atmosphere at Eve ...
I do not know what to do ...
My children, for example ...
Is what I said to them or not for Saint Nicolas.
I do not know. ...
Is what I told them frankly how babies are made. ...
"So there, Mom puts first what little shorts suede that Dad likes it and then puts his leather boots and then Dad starts to get warm ....»
I do not know. ...
Maybe not now ...
And then for my job ...
I do not clear ...
Is is this note?
Is what I do not change a thing about super villain Didier Reynders. ...
heuuuu Didier Reynders ...
Didier Reynders ... Really the kind of guy I would never take a baby sitter ...
I still prefer to entrust my kids to Jean Pierre Van Rossem ...
Not ... I stop with Didier Reynders ...
I'm afraid to type a new control
And I'm still going to do yet another post about the Socialists, it was just too easy ... As
hunt while they are doing the napping ....
And environmentalists want ...
They say nothing about the Eco ...
I do not know if I have to say something about the Eco ...
Do I really want to say something about the Eco ... The ecologists
is really something that inspires people ... The ecologists
is like the color white,
As warm water for the last holiday dishes
It's a bit like yogurt ...
It seems that it's good but in any case it is no fun ...
Pfff ...
I wonder if it is to me gently late Veronica ...
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Ahhh friends,
soon the holidays ...
The St. Nicolas, Christmas, New Year ...
And all those things that we need to do. ... The
shopping for gifts, find what we will eat, send emails to the desires, make the table plan, ask the neighbors chairs ....
Anyway, every year, you know. ... We actually have ... It is done at the last minute and suddenly everything is done too quickly, gasping, in the little chilly in December, under that thing falls on you but that is neither rain nor snow this
Belgian specialty disgusting that we euphemistically call the "slush"
And you're there, in traffic from December 24 morning
in endless lines of credit number 7 with ten thousand Carrefour noodles like you ...
And you say that life is this ... Once a year too much and eat things not particularly good and sometimes still half alive for too long an evening spent with people who have nothing more to say for years ...
And this ... Friends ... Each year, it freaks me out a cockroach reinforced concrete.
So this year I made a great decision I made all in advance, that way it's done. First
gifts I will buy everything now ...
That way it's done ...
tran-quil I am!
And the food ... The food, I did all in advance ... This weekend, like ... At ease ... And zou ... I froze ... That way it's done. ... But the thing
in preparing in advance
is that we can go further ...
For example ... As well as how ... I could already set the table ... There's nothing worse than setting the table at the last minute ... The towel, plate. ... The water ...
I put it all now. ... That way it's done ...
And then ... Frankly ... has done so ... What is the food that would not now, eh ...
That way it's done ...
The fight with the cousin problem, unwrapping gifts with an old aunt always say, "wait, it's every turn ...», the digestive, dishes, vomit, hangover ...
Me, I'm going to do now. ...
That way it's done!
But we must go further ...
example.
... I do not know me ...
The funeral of my parents ...
Yeah. ...
There they are healthy
But when the time comes, it will be on my head ...
So me, I will arrange it at once ...
As it's done!
And then, if there is space, why not arrange cremation Now ...
I have some time next week, is ... We could cram it in now ...
I want to ask ...
And I tell them: Dad, Mom ... eh ...
That way it's done!
In fact, I think we should ensure that all the stuff unavoidable, it takes time and we do it as quickly as possible, eh
like that's it!
For example ... My separation.
... Today I am very happy with my tall blonde ...
But tomorrow, when I knew his little game with his teacher of archery ... It does
can not continue ...
Our relationship will go on balls ... Will there
all the usual bullshit ... So far
end immediately. ... As
it done. ... And
for children are organized now,
even for those we have not had ... A
other week!
Besides, if there had been any means to collect my weeks in a big time, it would be nice ...
But yes ...
That way it's done. ...
Well, health wise, I know I'll be right in my colon cancer ...
So good, so I could cram it before 2010 would be perfect ...
Because examinations, when chemo is not organized, we finally does more than that ...
Hein ...
That way it's done! And then, well ...
Old age. ...
Why I should wait thirty years before you go ...
Old age is like sticking a plaster ... it is best to do that with a snap. ...
So me, I'll do that now ...
Alzheimer's, incontinence, pinch me by nurses sadistic section fourth age of the home where children have me cased ...
I prefer to do it right away,
That way it's done.
And I should like to make my parents ...
to death ... I think it's really dumb to wait ...
We're here to organize stuff all his life ...
By pretending that we will escape this latest big chore ... Popping
alone at night in a nosocomial disease in the narrow bed in a room on the seventh floor of a Belgian hospital overlooking an empty parking lot ...
But I honestly ...
I wonder if I would not do that now ...
That way it's done. ... I
say besides that if everyone was like me, it would avoid a lot of stress ...
Do not you think? 
Ahhh friends,
soon the holidays ...
The St. Nicolas, Christmas, New Year ...
And all those things that we need to do. ... The
shopping for gifts, find what we will eat, send emails to the desires, make the table plan, ask the neighbors chairs ....
Anyway, every year, you know. ... We actually have ... It is done at the last minute and suddenly everything is done too quickly, gasping, in the little chilly in December, under that thing falls on you but that is neither rain nor snow this
Belgian specialty disgusting that we euphemistically call the "slush"
And you're there, in traffic from December 24 morning
in endless lines of credit number 7 with ten thousand Carrefour noodles like you ...
And you say that life is this ... Once a year too much and eat things not particularly good and sometimes still half alive for too long an evening spent with people who have nothing more to say for years ...
And this ... Friends ... Each year, it freaks me out a cockroach reinforced concrete.
So this year I made a great decision I made all in advance, that way it's done. First
gifts I will buy everything now ...
That way it's done ...
tran-quil I am!
And the food ... The food, I did all in advance ... This weekend, like ... At ease ... And zou ... I froze ... That way it's done. ... But the thing
in preparing in advance
is that we can go further ...
For example ... As well as how ... I could already set the table ... There's nothing worse than setting the table at the last minute ... The towel, plate. ... The water ...
I put it all now. ... That way it's done ...
And then ... Frankly ... has done so ... What is the food that would not now, eh ...
That way it's done ...
The fight with the cousin problem, unwrapping gifts with an old aunt always say, "wait, it's every turn ...», the digestive, dishes, vomit, hangover ...
Me, I'm going to do now. ...
That way it's done!
But we must go further ...
example.
... I do not know me ...
The funeral of my parents ...
Yeah. ...
There they are healthy
But when the time comes, it will be on my head ...
So me, I will arrange it at once ...
As it's done!
And then, if there is space, why not arrange cremation Now ...
I have some time next week, is ... We could cram it in now ...
I want to ask ...
And I tell them: Dad, Mom ... eh ...
That way it's done!
In fact, I think we should ensure that all the stuff unavoidable, it takes time and we do it as quickly as possible, eh
like that's it!
For example ... My separation.
... Today I am very happy with my tall blonde ...
But tomorrow, when I knew his little game with his teacher of archery ... It does
can not continue ...
Our relationship will go on balls ... Will there
all the usual bullshit ... So far
end immediately. ... As
it done. ... And
for children are organized now,
even for those we have not had ... A
other week!
Besides, if there had been any means to collect my weeks in a big time, it would be nice ...
But yes ...
That way it's done. ...
Well, health wise, I know I'll be right in my colon cancer ...
So good, so I could cram it before 2010 would be perfect ...
Because examinations, when chemo is not organized, we finally does more than that ...
Hein ...
That way it's done! And then, well ...
Old age. ...
Why I should wait thirty years before you go ...
Old age is like sticking a plaster ... it is best to do that with a snap. ...
So me, I'll do that now ...
Alzheimer's, incontinence, pinch me by nurses sadistic section fourth age of the home where children have me cased ...
I prefer to do it right away,
That way it's done.
And I should like to make my parents ...
to death ... I think it's really dumb to wait ...
We're here to organize stuff all his life ...
By pretending that we will escape this latest big chore ... Popping
alone at night in a nosocomial disease in the narrow bed in a room on the seventh floor of a Belgian hospital overlooking an empty parking lot ...
But I honestly ...
I wonder if I would not do that now ...
That way it's done. ... I
say besides that if everyone was like me, it would avoid a lot of stress ...
Do not you think?
Friday, March 12, 2010
Blueprint Zodiac Boat
Original ideas and community projects for this first meeting in St. Pryvé Saint Memin with the Federation 1bouchon a smile "
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Saturday, March 20, 2010 is the first meeting bringing together different departments in Saint Pryvé Saint Memin for an update on the advanced Federation 1 plug 1 smile at the national level. 
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Saturday, March 20, 2010 is the first meeting bringing together different departments in Saint Pryvé Saint Memin for an update on the advanced Federation 1 plug 1 smile at the national level. This meeting served to exchange with associations involved in various departments. Thierry COUSIN mayor of the town came to greet the associations have to support them in this work of reflection.
Alain MAUBERT Eurocompound manager has an inventory of national-wide operation which includes approximately one hundred organizations across the country. Thierry MAUBERT has meanwhile acted as facilitator of the day by allowing each association to speak about their needs and thoughts at the local level. all these meetings will help to make an inventory with the aim of giving more clarity to this operation solidarity towards disabled people.
Thanks to Thierry COUSIN for his home and members of plugs that rolls for organizing this first meeting.
Saturday, March 6, 2010
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Appendix 7a: Air 1 Serial kill
Welcome aérogag for a day!
Here's the first track Kill Air Serial: Rene Fonck and his Spad XIII!
The next will be Max Immelman!
goody
Spit
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
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Annex 7: Air toon Rene Fonck
Ola los Aviators!
Today: Exploring the Air Serial Kill! First draft before
lettering and coloring:
Ola los Aviators!
Today: Exploring the Air Serial Kill! First draft before
lettering and coloring:
Rene Fonck and his Spad XIII
it will watter!
goody
Spit
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