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Story of an alcoholic layabout. Angel

"I write this time again within the scope of alcohol. However, this time I decided not to use the spell checker. In starting to write this, I told myself that going to be a simple AC running and not gag, but the message. But the desire to write good having triumphed over reason, I am here again to write, or rather tapping on a keyboard. Because yes, it's pretty nice to see so many post here and there by bloggers post their writings recounting blog. But this is not a great relevance because they concretely do not write, but at most two pat three keys. Writing it is then in full decadence, leaving the strumming?

Well all that to say that Alan Parsons Project's pretty enjoyable at this hour and Angel (see below), and now it was Jethro Tull.

What would I say? I do not know. Finally what is reflective of chronic memory loss occasioned by alcohol. It is true that under all plans, alcohol is bad. But what you want, alcohol is a vice, and looks like the Sex Pistols, being an anarchist, I must say that alcohol is good. If you look closely, you will see many pleonasms in these few lines, but also a contradiction. Indeed with a side Rebel Rebel (David Bowie dixit), I was never really an anarchist. And yet how often board I could remake the world by similar evenings at .. bar. It is also quite impressive and dramatic to see how alcohol can also cause us to lose all notions of reason and principles. I write without even paying attention to the consistency of my statements and without any fear and without doubt. Ah takes to please Nerak, Winamp Indochina me out with this beautiful song that is: I asked the moon. It although one of their few songs that I enjoy with your black eyes? You certainly have nothing to do but what I décuvé as I can: D.

And! And then I turn to our literature that are approved Camille and Anna, do not you think I'm almost less spelling errors than sober drunk: D?

This being done, let's talk about a novel that is dear to my heart: The Three Musketeers.

No actually, I will not go. Not only because I have the courage, but mostly because if I spoke at that moment, I would only distort this wonderful historical novel, epic, exciting, perfectly reflecting, at least I may believe, the morals of a load time of gentlemen and gentlewomen haunting my deepest thoughts? How many times n'ais I never dreamed you and I also persuaded, to be D'Artagnan.

is true where is this society where the super hero named Zorro and D'Artagnan or not Superman or Spider-man is genetically modified by men of science. Nowadays, science has replaced human genius. Humanism is more, we rely on science. It is true that science is an act of man, but the human spirit embodied by D'Artagnan and his cronies, or even more recently Arsene Lupin, most closely reflects human action, without tools, without deceit, without artifice. The man has no need to replace technical prowess to succeed, its nature permits.

All that to say that alcohol makes crazy and insane, but I very well racked. At least I think so. I'm really going to eventually make this blog a place for my thoughts of Alcoholism: s.

Good night all.

PS: To enjoy currency, I do not use the spell once: D. Finally no more than 3 times at most: D. "

Paris, 25/11/2007 at 2:14 am

I could leave this message as is. Do not comment on the above by what follows. But not just a hobby, but also from interest, it occurred to me interesting to try to analyze a little about my alcoholism. Indeed, I always had the impression that the human being was as sincere as ever under the influence of alcohol. I may be misguided, but the Parisian society being what it is, false and superficial, it has always confirm my statements. And yes sometimes I also criticize the Paris ^ ^. On this

analyze!

Already, just the shape. This message is like a big mass of words, deformed, without consistency, without any stylistic clarity. I made no effort to show, and my line breaks seem nonexistent. Of Obviously, my statement should not worry about aesthetics. Here openly accuse my state because I'm quite capable of looking at such issues. We'll skip the spelling, it speaks for itself.

On the bottom now. The first two sentences are entirely a reflection of my confusion. I do not know where to start or how to begin. I'm getting mixed up, I repeat, and eventually get tired. The idea to use concealer, which of course lead to some reflection and hence an effort seems futile. It therefore goes without saying that even unconsciously layabout my side emerges.

then I can link with an attempt to comic effect and reflection without interest.

" But this is not a great relevance because they concretely do not write, but pat at most two or three buttons. I probably wanted to demonstrate finesse and wit here ...

"The writing is it then in full decadence, leaving the strumming? I am sure you thought about making an essay when I am writing this.

My "thinking" then stops abruptly, giving way to showcase my musical culture. It's true you really think that three little known to the general public and succeed on my playlist? Not like everyone else, they are the Beatles Queen foregoing that anticipate the Stones themselves. And still found the desire to strut which is mine. (Besides these three groups are awesome: D).

"What would I say? I do not know. Finally what is reflective of chronic memory loss occasioned by alcohol. » Ah enfin une vérité et un semblant de pertinence, mais qui laisse rapidement place à des absurdités placées une fois encore sous ma culture musicale. Although a rebellious side, I am not an anarchist so far away from it. Finally found here that the verbiage without interest, if not me devat.

Then an apostrophe. Why now and why to them? I have no idea, but it is in keeping with the evocation of Karen, presumably to give me the illusion of an audience and not wander into the void. Loneliness has never been my forte.

"No actually, I will not go. Not only because I have the courage, but mostly because if I told this moment, I would only distort this wonderful historical novel, epic, exciting, perfectly reflecting, at least I dare believe the manners of an era armful of gentlemen and noble ladies haunting my deepest thoughts? How many times n'ais I never dreamed you and I also persuaded, to be D'Artagnan. "

sincerely Confessing my laziness as a first step, I launched into a soaring yet rave praising the work. One might think then that I attach more importance to my opinions and feelings to my laziness and my reason. Finally, a bit like our young Gascon his arrival in Paris, full of passion and desire.

"It's true what happened to this society where the super hero named Zorro and D'Artagnan or not Superman or Spider-man is genetically modified by men of science. Nowadays, science has replaced the human genius. Humanism is In addition, we rely on science. It is true that science is an act of man, but the human spirit embodied by D'Artagnan and his cronies, or even more recently Arsene Lupin, most closely reflects human action, without tools, without deceit, without artifice. The man has no need to replace technical prowess to succeed, its nature permits. "

If you look closer, it is not totally devoid of meaning what I say here. Damn! I should have shown it earlier in my French teacher. Just yesterday he told us that legendary heroes had disappeared. It's not true!

"All that to say that alcohol makes crazy and insane, but I very well racked. At least I think so. I'm really going to eventually make this blog a place of my thoughts of Alcoholism: s. "

Finally, I should rename this blog: Memories of an alcoholic layabout.