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Apathy, sweet irony, ionizes under my eyes to take the shape of my body. It is a time of drought that swept my whole being at this difficult time. When the war descends on itself like a rain of missiles, when can we all drop without penalty? Should we wait until everything eventually collapses before deserting the void? I do not have the same insurance against adversity. Faced with the attack, I'm qu'exténuée.

I would write the joy, but I write better sentences. It is the fate of apprentices writers. Disfigure beauty, persecute his euphoria to kill. The isolation in the deep silence and androgyny are only feed my recent poverty concussion.

I wanted to redefine the ordinary, but was aborted my sketch. The draft has given way to immorality. There is now a caricature of a vulgar reproduced.

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Slow Morning Journal or incompetence. The passion burns like a flame forgotten. This destroys the doubt, leaving only the infamy of her who does evil a little too well. She gets up to discover only the hardened sap past while still hot. The time that is lost eventually reveal the uncertainty of the beast. Glued to the sheet, it becomes the symbol of what remains when we no longer know how to describe the void that stretches. She does not know the tie invented and that it lets out a breath stronger. She does not know recognize the tasty possession.

It causes the interjection to feel alive. This is it in fact that the gift of past deviance? In an exaggerated swaying, gently spread abroad aversion between the thighs of the woman who lives in snapshots. The sweet smell of morning no longer able to pull from a coma she fears. She has already tasted this time, but never defeated. Identity is slowly deconstructed cast doubt on the bitter red lips half-closed. It gets stuck. There is no one to understand. No one to catch up. We forget in his comfortable silences. We only see the fire.

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20 subjects that interest me

And why not do as and Patrick Dion Steve Proulx by spreading 20 subjects that interest me? The idea is to make a selection quite sharp. Do not just write "literature" or "film" if you resume the game, it seems that it can reveal a lot about yourself. Here's my twenties, at the dawn of the thirties:

1. The human imperfections
2. management of digital identity in life as in death
3. Montreal Centre-South
4. The education of young boys
5. Bisexuality
6. Prostitution
7. The sexual liberation of women
8. The future of journalism
9. Space missions
10. Marketing blog by
11. The right to abortion and its accessibility
12. accompaniment in death
13. The American TV series
14. films of horror and science fiction
15. contemporary Quebec literature
16. The old school industrial music and electro-punk dance
18. Wicca
19. Egyptian mythology
20. The many conspiracy theories

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Very Good Year 2010/happy

With a rose in our garden, we wish you a happy new year 2010, it is a very good vintage for each of you rich in encounters, simple joys and pleasures of daily with those dear to you its May 2010 Be a wonderful vintage for you, rich of meeting of new friends, simple joys and pleasures of life, With The persons you love.

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I remain impressed by the attraction and which expresses love for each reading. I wish, at a more frivolous, know to tickle his pen with my fingers lady explorer or break forever the magic that had moved between two worlds who probably have little in common. Even today, I love him for his choice of words and the extent of wealth that are spirals letters inked under the weight of his unpredictable talent.

But today the story is different. It is soft and caressing my abandonment of a delicate hand. This is a woman I'm in love when my love took a male form in its simplest aspect. There exists another, somewhere else, I feel it and hear it whisper my name when the evening my head touches the quilt.

I no longer dream of love and fidelity, but of passions and dreams to conceptualize. Push the extremes because without them dying in writing without a mass curve fragrance. I have not acquired the maturity of the writer, but I am the eternal fluorescent obsessed by the moon and dependent on men suns.