02/11/2008

prologue

Tristan pénètra dans la lisière. S'engageant dans l'ombre, sur le térritoire de la bète il arma son fusil et marcha silencieusement. Les ombres déssinaient des formes menacante qui participaient a l'anxieté du jeune homme. Continuant entre des arbres ancient et gigantesque il se demandaient pourquoi il faisait ça. Balayant cette pensée il se concentra sur son objectif. Ont racontait que la bete bougeait si vite que nul ne la voyait. Qu'elle pouvait vous hypnotiser de son regard et vous pousser au suicide. Tristan arriva sur une clairiere, se précipitant dans la lumiere il ne réalisa son erreur que trop tard. La foret devenait a présent un royaume noir et inconnu. La bete pouvaient surgir de n'importe ou... Un bruit sur la gauche attira son attention, une seconde plus tard il étais sur sa droite. Si rapide... Il était la.

Un homme sortis des bois, grand et musclé son corps était couvert de cicatrice et de tatouages. Il tenait un baton dans la mains et marchait lentement vers Tristan. Ce dernier épaula son fusil et mis en joue son adversaire. Il visa soigneusement et ;tira. L'homme esquiva le tir, plus vite que le vent, et en un instant il était sur tristan. Jeté a terre et maintenu par un baton sur sa gorge Tristan ne bougeait plus. Allez-y tuez moi ! Dit Tristan. L'homme le toisa du regard, retira son baton et recula. Je ne tue pas. Je chasse. répondit-il d'une voix peu habituée a parler.
Tristan se redressa et repris son fusil. Dite ça au gens qui ne sont jamais revenus ! Cracha-il.
La forêt n'a pas besoin de moi pour être dangereuse. Le seul que j'ai tué il y a des années était venu spécialement pour moi. Il avait dit ça en baissant la voix, il semblait regretter son geste. Il ne ressemblait pas a la bete décrite par les anciens du village. Et ceux du village? Une famille massacré ! il disent que c'est exactement en meme temps que tu est arrivé ! que les gens ont commencé a disparaitre ! Tristan criait de rage. Sans raison, térrifié et humilié il deversait sa frustration sur l'inconnu. C'était un accident. Et c'était MA famille ! Je ne sait pas ce que t'ont dit les gens du villages mais sachent qu'il y a deux cents ans il étaient déja corrompus jusqu'a la moelle ! L'homme hurlait a son tour, il commençait a se vouter et a haleter. Tu devrait fuir...
Il avait ajouté ca en relevant la tete, dévoilant un visage qui changeait. L'homme semblait grandir. Tristan n'attendis pas et se mis a courrir aussi vite que ses jambes le pourraient.
Il filait entre les arbres et entendait derriere lui la bete gronder. Il l'entendait courir et sauter, briser des branches sur son passages. Il était la proie. Dans la confusion Tristan n'avait pas fait attention et se rendit compte trop tard qu'il courrait dans la mauvaise direction. La foret devenait ténebreuse et oppressante. Le bruit cessa et Tristan s'arreta. Il tendis l'oreille et ouvrir grand les yeux. Il apperçu une lueur bleutée et se dirigea vers elle. Des champignon phosporescent poussait en cercle et rependait un halo blafard sur le sol. Réfugié dans cet ile de lumiere il rassemblait ces forces et tentait de dominer sa peur. La bete s'avança sur lui en sortant du noir. Plongeant sur Tristan toute griffe en avant. Tristan se protegea de ses main et attrapa la créature a l'impact. La bete fut stoppé sur le coup et sauta en arriere. Les deux etres se fixaient du regard. La bete jaugeait d'un oeil different sa proie, une lueur de surprise derriere les yeux. Tristan lui sentait sa confiance revenir, sans l'expliquer la situation n'était peut etre pas si desespérée. Qui est tu ? La bete parlait a présent d'un voix rauque, inhumaine. Et toi? Comment tu est devenu ça? répondit tristan qui ne comprenait toujours pas. La bete se redressa et huma l'air. Oui... Je le sent... Tu n'est pas humain...

25/09/2008

See Amsterdam and die

After work with my roomate we devided to go in a coffeeshop. I'm use to go in the Abraxas when it's payday. I have take an half gram's of Silver Haze. Wonderfull weed. And one gram's of Nepal Temple. A really nice black hash. With a black tea it's very sweet. And the music is also cool. This is why the abraxas in N°2 on my Coffeeshop top10. After that go to the Dirk (supermarket) 'cauz my roomate is alcolic lol. Not really. And after again we walk in the street to the house. On the way so many beautyfull girl. trust me wherever you can put your eyes you will see a sexy godess on a bike or walking in the street. Sometimes you see her in a tram and cry because she is gone too fast. On the way stop in an other coffeeshop, the Katsu (N°4) and 'cauz my bank is a bitch i will take my '5 of Haze Skuis for $20 later. On the way we try an alternative way to come back and we found a corner... Two sofa's and two chair's and a table. We sit there and i roll my joint. then i see a 2m high Cannabis plant. Incredible the plant was so beautyfull ! Smelling so sweet ! And an other one a bit after on the street. I have pray in front of the plant and thanks god for showing me this place. It's a squat bar, people make party there. I have found heaven's !

I'm come back home and i'm gonna play. See ya ' !

19/09/2008

m81

Week end ! at least

Starting new way. more faithfull.

we'll see

06/09/2008

Tic tac... Tic Tac... The time goes on.

Monday i come back to work. Holly days over...

The week was nice, with my girlfriend. We spend some time here and even we don't have made all the thing that i want to do the week was nice.

Next time it will be better !

cya

Let me suck your blood...

walking with us the stalker is looking for a prey. He is waiting for a long time. Always thinking about it. Life. Blood is life. Let me suck you're blood and you will see how it's good to have some. Without blood i feel tired and useless.

Down the street i walk
Down to the hell you go

The sun is my ennemy. I a sunray touch me. Wossh Dust to Dust. oh Ashes to Ashes.
The lust guide me in the world of sins. I live the life you decided to reject.

Knock Knock on heavens door...

You decided to live like a sheep. I decide to live like an human. Do you remember?

You Are An Animal !

Beeeeeh .. Beeeeeeh..

I live on the earth. i am a citizen of the earth. I am an human. A good humain being. I work for help people around me. I don't care of me. I only care of my species.

Like an good animals I live in the world, the world not live for me. I eat what i need znd i try to protect the nature. I especially try to don't act against Her. Nothing is better than the nature. I you make something she do it faster and stronger.

Once you will know my dear
You dont have to fear
A new beginning
Always starts at the end



Children of someone

Well. No answer. I think i have it.

Cya !

31/08/2008

Childreen of my father

Today i have sended an e-mail to my father. Whao. I have do it !

Well. Sometimes we have to forgive. we have to listen before shooting.

We will see what's happens.

28/08/2008

Children of Thor

Sometimes i make some really cool dream. I remember one of them.

I'm am in a tavern, smoking a join. The barman is a dwarf with huge red bearb. His is smiling and happy. We drink together. The music is nice, a dryade sing with an angelic voice while pixies playing didgeridoo. I remember the athmosphere of this place. Not like reality. I remeber the feeling of that moment. Every single thing i feel at this moment i remember it. I remain the smell of weeds and the heat of the cloudy fog wave running through the hall. Near my place i see a guy who are drinking with a strange lady. The guy is like anybody but the woman was so beautyfull. A light skin like silk. Deux green eyes like emerald who look me intensly. Her long red hair running on her body like a living fire. She wearing a dark corset who let her shoulder naked. Her breast trapped in the silk look very tasty. The corset is ornate with a red shiny dragon. The dragon moving. I get out this place and outside i jump immediatly (it's a dream) in the cockpit of a F-22 raptor, of course i am a good pilot and i running in a huge hurricane full of water tornado. everything is grey and dark. the wind scream very strong and the visibility is almost impossible. the water hit the glass and make loudy choc. But i feel so strong and happy. Electrised by the power around me i start to scream of happyness while running around a tornado to the sky. I have run throught the hurricane for a long time. I was feeling verything, like the gravity and the acceleration, or the adrenalin running throught my veins and the electric impulse of my nerf boosted in exponential way.

I get out the hurricane and land on a mountain pike. there is a home there and the barman of the tavern get out of the home and point on me one of his finger. "Youu are blessed by thor now!" did he say. Then i see on my body an huge symbol of thor burned in my skins.

I wake up at this moment. I was really tired and feeling bad in my body, like when you run too munch.

It was a nice dream.

Well. Starting a new life.

Since three month i have quit France and now i living in Amsterdam.

My friend don't want to see me. they don't accept what i have done.
My wife (almost married) still in paris. She is waiting the right moment for coming, when she will have the authorisation for taking a "sabbatic hollidays". So i'm leaving alone.

Because everything is new here i decided to start a new life on new base.

I let behind me a life full of shit (and good thing also) and start a new one. More clean.

I have a job and i wake up evrey morning at time (almost). My supervisor think i'm not bad. that is very different than the past and my olds jobs. I can smoke every day but i have reduce my consommation of cannabis.

Some résolution for my new life :
- be honest all the time. I discovered the life is more funny when you are honest.
- learn hand drawing.
- starting photography.
- writing my PnP RPG (Oma Team, SciFi Game) for once.
- keep my job. For once.
- learn how to keep money.

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Chapter one : Gifted
I was born in a nice familly. My father and my mother have meet them and get married young. I got a great sister -4years and half- and i also have a little sister -18 month-.
When i was really young, like 5 or 6yo, my father discover that he have multiple sclerosis. He have spend 10 years in a chair. I the small school my parents discovered that i was a genius. But they were young and don't really know what they should do. My little sister was dyslexic so my parent were focus on her. In the school the other childreen starting to hate me. Because i was different and also because the only response to their threat i can found was violence. I learn how to read and write in 2 month and how to handle number in 3. A 7yo i was interest by Thomas Edisson or Albert Einstein. I have ridiculize my teacher by explaining her in front of the class the relativity theory.

With the other childreen i only have problem. So i starting to begin like a turtle hidden in his small world. I was always in the sky and i starting to be really bored at school. Then i starting to stop listening the teacher and of course even i was a genius there were a lot of thing i wasn't know. And i miss a lot of basic knowledge. So i was no longer a genius. No really. My gift have move, from the scientific to the psychologic and social. I am very good for understand people now, not like in the past.

Then my first contact with school was violence and stupidity. And in the familly side i was in conflict with my father since i can speak. Because i were more clever than him and i can't be wrong of course (and me not at this time so imagine how far away it can go). Actually the war still open. My mother was really nice. She have sacrifice his personnal life for us. Me and my sister, my fazther too don't really deserve so munch attention. My mother try to change my situation by changing me of school. The only good thing in the year i spend in the catholic school was Vince, my first friend and blood brother. The week end i was doing crossbiking in the woods and every evening since i have 6yo to 19yo i spend every night on my computer. Each saturday evenig i was playing roleplaying game.

Chapter two : The high School :

A 11yo i going to the technical school for learn electrotechnics. A boring thing. But it was a new world with new people. No one knew me so i were able to have friend. I also discovered the boudhism in the temple located just under my house. With the boudhism i discoved how to hide my pain. Then i were able to fight every day with a dumb guy in my school and back home with nothing on the face. So my parent were not afraid for me. It was like this, i have to keep my problem for me because it's nothing compared to my father or my little sister. yeah... A 13yo after hollidays colony i come back from UK addict to LSD. I discovered this shit at random. Without knowing it. and when i come back the misfortune make me meet me a guy whi make me meet an other guy. With this one we starting to go in rave party in secret. For my parent the week end i was sleeping with a friend in his or her house. Then every week end i was doping myself. I starting to waste my free time with some drug dealer and other guy like this. They were good fellow at this time. This period cost me some health trouble and the woman i was loving at this time. A 16yo, the 16 may 2002 i decided to stop everything. After a huge cocktail of various drug and being catched by a cops. They make me pass some test and show me how my body was bad.

Chapter 3 : Internal fighting

I was really lost a this time. One part of me was a fucking guy, drug addict and loser. And an other part would change. Take a other path. During 3 years i have work on me. My blood brother have quit me for one year because i was a bastard. I starting to discovering my own faith, my own philosophy and then i have start to change. One day i have accepted what i've done. Every single things i've do i reconize it. I take my responsability.

At 18yo i meet my actual girlfirend, the one i call "my wife" because i'm crazy about her. For i decided to change more. I work on it and i have change.

Now i am someone peacefull and friendly. I'am tolerant and respectuous. I try to learn about the people around me. I work for help every one i can and to be someone nice.

I am good to help people. It's easy. You just have to ask him a lot of question. Like why have you do that? why have you think that? then the person you try to help will find the answer of the problem by himself.

This is who i am. or a part.

cya