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He went through here, that again ...

For nearly a year since my blog is abandoned. Time flies and I do not run fast enough to follow his pace.
From time to time I enter here pilgrim and taste the tip of the lashes few digital memories. I'm finally happy enough to have held this journal that receives few visitors daily. Rereading some random items, some faces, evolved into mere masks fog of uncertain form, emerging from oblivion. The voices were cowardly deserted my memory.
The Unexpected Mrs. B. disappeared in full during the school year ... vanished, absorbed and digested by the course of time. From September a new teacher took over. The thin trail of sulfur that was planted behind it quickly dissipated, giving way to resentment in some regrets about to disappear in their turn. The poor has finally JC flew to other lands. The memories I have of him fade away gradually.
Other players have not broken the thread. The sweet Lily throne still in its virtual citadel. Doors and walls have nearly sell ... but fate has decided otherwise. One day maybe ... Meanwhile we may contact us by phone conversations for very wise.
Miss A. remains a friend I see from time to time. Very recently we spent an evening together. Cinema, restaurant, drink at my apartment. I ride home at 4:30 am at his home. I tried to make him understand that I wanted build anything with it but I do not think I have worn the right way.

When I look back on these last two years (my first article of December 2005) it is rather very positive. I now have an apartment which I am also no longer a tenant but the owner (it was sold three months after my move). I am no longer "prof. Substitute "but" certified teacher ". The final validation should theoretically be formalized later this year. After five years of hard trying to win that damn contest I must confess that I feel now released a very heavy weight. I now have a decent salary and a guaranteed job for life which allows me to look to the future with serenity.

2006-2007 school year was also marked by numerous meetings. Friendships, flirting, "one night stand" ... If I'm brave I'll tell you all this one day.

I'm flying next Saturday for my Eldorado: Sydney ... On the other side of the world I will maybe say hello. ... And who knows .... can be at my back the urge to write will be stronger than my incredible laziness.

I greet you all very low and thank you for your loyalty and support you gave me in my reading.

PS: Here's a little bonus gift ... a little poem down on paper by a fantomeopera very tired that day (after two days spent with two lovely ladies). It makes me smile when I share, but you did promise ... for the good of humanity I drop poetry!

Nothing.
No words. No sentences.
Sweet little airflow
freezing my head resting neurons,
Probably a worry ... Delco. I react straight away
my laziness and driving at night
Towards the ancestral Boredom City. Digging my
faretti
A wide tunnel wan. Through

tight lines of an army of cypress.
The carpet of bitumen takes place at infinity
Black ribbon tattooed insignia yellow.
runway, yes! But Take-off
prohibited.
Forbidden, I was told!
well ... And I obey.

I remain earthbound
Chained, put in irons.
was told he had to fight, struggling and kicking

But the forces I miss
Am I finally a branque poor?

Twenty fingers long and thin. Four small breasts

Two drops kidneys.
But in the end.
Nothing ....

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In the big ... Ecce homo

Maybe you remember my three main resolutions taken at the beginning of the year: find an apartment (obtained in November), unhook my help and breaking celibacy.

June 19, 2006 Today the most important of these resolutions come to fruition.
I am admitted to a competition that makes me a real owner (well almost ... I still have paperwork to fill sensitive and one year probation to be successful ... I hope that everything will be okay because obstacle course is not quite finished).

remains the third resolution ... and there is not won ...

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"Ecce homo" is a post written last Thursday. I did not want to put it online but I forgot the reasons for this reluctance. So here ...

Ecce homo

standing near the cash register, waiting for my turn.
I hold in my hands a small transparent container with a few lettuce leaves. This reality seems suddenly so grotesque that, while listening to the insipid chatter of the two previous clients for me, I leave escape my mind.
I think my state of Rights:

Ecce homo.

so many millions of years of evolution to achieve this result shocking ...
On reflection I have not changed much since the days when I traveled on foot, hunched, the lands of Africa. The posture is certainly right, but the needs are the same: Eat, sleep, kiss. The order does not matter.
The world, it has changed.

In progress we revere all, we need comfort and safety.
Comfort and Safety ...
promised freedom, true, we are still waiting.

The greatest progress that I recognize is the lengthening of life expectancy. Should we
yet we rejoice? We are seeing more and more time at our inevitable decay, see our skin wilt, soften our bodies and our mental abilities inevitably decline.
Worse! We see, powerless, those we love, grow old and die at our feet. So we read in their eyes our own fear, our own end.

How many of us go out slowly, bedridden in a hospital claim, contemplating, day after day, the nice ass young nurses that we have the strength to honor? While passing on our tongues dry our toothless gums, then we vomirons this progress to longer term to our uselessness.

Ecce homo.

Back in my home, well away from my four walls, I eat this salad tastes without before I log on the net, one of many virtual channels of my prison Hi-Tech, this modern prison where I eat plastic and no more kisses.

Definitely my first African man is not far away.
Ecce homo
.

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Course ghost, run! But do not look back.

Nothing is more annoying, frustrating and stressful to miss his train the day of written test of an important competition.
Fix: To learn that the next train is removed is ultimately much more annoying, frustrating and stressful than the first situation.
Released from home at 7:30, I'm still at 8.15 on the station platform Sèvres Rive Gauche. At this precise moment I am aware that I have more than 45 minutes to reach the seventh floor of the test center based in Arcueil (take a map to account for distance).

gonna have rock you ass my little ghost!

The prospect of missing this event does not bother me unduly because I actually put on the internal competition whose writings were held shortly before the holidays. Obliged to deliver the courses and to revise the first contest I've had very little time to prepare the second (very academic and requires about six hours of daily preparation ... a real challenge for a teacher position).
If I had my way I do will not even moved. No ... the stakes are elsewhere. I promised my headmaster to introduce myself written today and I imagine him badly enough to admit that I unfortunately missed my train running ...
Rather than discredit me in the eyes of my superiors.

less than 43 minutes later I miraculously found myself at the bottom of the test center. Shortness of breath, shaky legs, I begin the ascent of the seven floors. From the fourth, while my lungs become inflamed, my heart seems suddenly to want to escape from my chest, banged my side, piercing my chest and finish the ascent alone before exploding into bloody sheaves at the top of the stairs as a toy Mechanical back too. I have this strange and unpleasant sensation of being suddenly became too narrow to contain his frenetic beats.
I pay at this time every Saturday and Sunday morning went to sleep late, eating buns, while brave joggers in shorts Tight Fluorescent ran through the woods that lie at the foot of my residence.
One day I'll be sporting ....

forehead perspiring j'atteints finally the doors of the examination room. It is 9 hours and 03 minutes but the issues have not yet been distributed. I'm saved. A friendly supervisor tries to make me give my name to guide me to my desk but I find myself unable to make any sound, my larynx letting out a terrifying whistling lungs. And say that I am non-smoker!
Seated at my table, cold and exhausted, the skull twisted by pain, I put more than half an hour to regain my senses.
The issue concerns the program of medieval history. Damn!
"Powers and governments in the Italian cities between the mid-XII and the mid-fourteenth century. "Without doubt
exciting but I nevertheless totally dry on the issue. The medieval history has always been my pet peeve and I, as usual, is the total dead in that period.
The die is cast, I can not take five hours on this issue.
After two small blackened pages, I await the moment of my liberation. At 11:38 (candidates can not go out after 2:30 that the early rounds) I copy the shortest book in my life and get permission and leave the room.
the verge of nausea, I found the heat of the RER but can not bring myself to regain my home. I need some fresh air and I'm hungry.
I leave the basement bowels of Paris at Châtelet and join the walk to the Opera district where I intend to enjoy a bowl of ramen (noodles served in broth is delicious ... and the best restaurants that offer this plate are installed near the Opera). En route I cross the Rue Saint Denis lined still some sex shops in which penetrate small bald men and cravats. Down the street, some old wrinkled whores and fat killer of libido, align the front porches of decrepit buildings, theaters daily profit "going back and forth between my kidneys .
Later, at a street corner I came face to face with a hard-faced man, broad forehead, the sunken eyes, hair flying. The way he bites his lower lip frantically makes me uncomfortable. I admit that this man scares me. Fear gives way to dread when I see that this individual is a reflection of my own person glimpsed in the window of a smoke shop clothes.
On these considerations I accelerate the pace, quickly swallowed my bowl of noodles and found the warmth of my apartment. Blinds, I lie down within minutes, close your eyes and tries to find the little redhead was smiling as he y 'a few years ago.

It is there, he smiled and waved his hand. I think this is a farewell.