Am I still able to write in English ( Read more... )

(Damn. I feel my life as if it's always in the meanwhile of something - and no, it's not a spiritual thought ( Read more... )

Daily life.

A policeman is now retired 'cause he broke his finger: he couldn't clasp a handgun.
He broke his finger hitting a Moroccan male who tried to steal in the policeman's pub.

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The screen is looking at me.
It whispers:
«4.24 A.M. You should be in your bed. Your brain hands in its resignation. Here. You. Are. Useless.»
Likeable screen.
Few minutes ago it showed me two books I have to buy. L'Etat royal and L'Ancien Régime. (Sorry, I don’t know the English translation.) Short history (864 pages) of the French Reformation ( Read more... )

February.
01.30 A.M.
Your packet of cigarettes is dramatically empty.
Outside the house it's cold.
But you need tobacco.
You dramatically need it.
The vending machine is 15 minutes from your house.
(Your lukewarm, beloved house.)
You haven't a car.
But you need tobacco.
Really.

(Chronicle of an addicted one.)