I once thought I could get through my life, but I finally had to give up because every moment weighs a ton, I'm stuck on the ground to live a little at a time, nothing exceptional, the normal, the mundane, the joyful, the maximum speed of the current version, it is obvious snail, a leaf of salad with sausage to keep going, it's hard not to go above, it remains in the same place a coherent set does not preclude love mustard with meat, as it is well known that everything is possible if staying right there is in England we drive on the left, an aberration, but hey, they live on an island, it explains a lot of things but the main thing is to cross the English Channel by the pants, trying to understand, it is a little hard at first, and then and then and then, exhausted, I can say that several times, it does not bother me except Sundays, I rest, it is very tiring to do nothing, then please , no flowers, no singing, just a tomb, it will this time, because we only live once, it is understood, once, then we will adjust our watches, it is just now now we can continue as before, it does not depend on me, it is a matter of personal ethics, I never lend my pants, it's mine, I keep juqu'au night when I go to bed, I told him good night, see you tomorrow, but in the summer when I stink because I sweat a lot when it's hot and there is a mixture of feces and decaying water my sweat, it smells at the end of the day and I am obliged to take a new pants every day, while in winter, it feels nothing, my ass frozen, it's great, I can keep the same pants for a week, I hope winter will last long