2 août 2006
A beginning - sort of
I am no Englishman.
I am on Frenchmode.
The only way to escape from my mouth is to use words that would not emerge from it.
I was pavloviezed on a Frenchmode.
But doing the painful swallow of Englishmen might help the disruption I am aiming to.
The time of my ultimate attempt has come.
I know it is in me but I cannot bear its action anymore.
Will not move
Will not leave.
Those pages are an attempt to runaway from my mouth.
You'd better stop smiling. I know it is in me.
