La Gazette de Strasbourg # 1 The 
Praise of sleep and time lost The Virgin had warned three times already. That's it, she basely abandoned, or so I thought when left voluntarily.
I do not know if I have to take for me, finally after all, it's annoying. But patience is no longer virgin, the virgin breaks, virgin fuck you, she is tired of being taken for an ordinary keychain.
It is likely that this is the good god who punished me for not believing in him, or rather he took pity on a prolonged virginity despite the fact that I am no longer for him to end of this story impurity and sin.
I may be annoyed at the midnight mass. I packed, either, and accompanied by what is best in terms of punk and alternative culture. So when the priest told his flock that everyone had a place in the nursery, was very nearly end up in place of baby Jesus. Finally, in the best case, because you are not aware that in the bottom of the nativity scene, there is also a cow.
Finally, all that to say that nobody's watching me. The weight of the virgin in my pocket is gone, time is suspended, I'll sleep time he returns, he looks back to my fate, and since things rarely for anything, I going to sleep and gain strength for eternity.
But while I decide now to live my life with eyes closed (not easy when you go to work by bike and that, mittens and cold helping, all the skill of my body has taken refuge in the tassel of my hat). While I'm a virgin lost on a pavement with a move from Strasbourg, perhaps even wallowing in the gutter, she finally decides to talk to me.
- Do you think that sleep is a real solution ...
You can imagine the tone that she has a virgin, she is not angry, the tone is raised, round and breast, so much thought to just dream. But no. She wakes me up.
- You know you will not have enough of a lifetime.
Yeah, right ... more than I miss the going to dream, to mislead the city at the bottom of the quilt and lose the landscapes in the hollow of the pillow ... I'm a superhuman effort to support the weight of my eyelids before succumbing. Just time to tell me that the sofa sight is limited, but still large enough that it would be frankly silly to go out to capture the frozen vegetation.
- You're wasting your time ...
She lies. Everyone knows that nothing beats a good nightmare and it goes away. Like lost time, one that serves no purpose. Surely anti-capitalist momentum that makes me prefer the cons productivity. And right now I am very very anti-capitalist ... The only interest for me in the act of waking up is to say that I'm having the good fortune to get back to sleep. More
the virgin in me, the more she protests. His ears whistle. She even follows me into my bed. The other day we were three, a little cramped. Unless it did so I dreamed, he said he was researcher at NASA, I do not know why nobody would think ... I told myself it was okay thus eventually go away. That the major problem, as my colleague Laurence is that the boys we just want good, if not, the virgin and I, we probably could live together.
- You won.
I think it worked.
- The question is whether you'll be able to continue to enjoy the time lost with impunity ...
I do not hear more. Even "On the corner of virgins" (which ironically we eat very good sauerkraut), she was gone.
She had to understand that Justine Kennedy had regained the lead residue from astray shy virgin. More
voice, I get lonely sometimes, but I'm getting back with me in long conversations, I have only grown for a few months since I ordered this thing so sad what the immaculate conception.
