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Then a small pain begun in the middle of the forehead;</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Sinus pain is nothing new, what would a day without sinus pain be?</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>By 2 a.m.; if you had given me a gun I would have shot myself in spite of being so full of pain killers that my liver started looking like the Dome in New Orleans.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>It is a strange feeling to be shivering when the room temperature is 25° centigrade;</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>For those of you who have medical knowledge, no, it is not malaria even if I come from Africa.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>It is ten days later, due to my iron will I am able to lift one foot about one inch from the floor and if I concentrate I can even sort of work out where my other foot should go. Assuming that the bump of putting my first foot down has not restarted the headache.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>This is the first text I am able to write.Does the pain show through it? I cannot know.</B></div> <bR> <bR> </tD> </tR> </TABLE></div> <bR> <div> <TABLE BORDER="0" CELLPADDING="2" CELLSPACING="1" WIDTH="372" BORDERCOLORLIGHT="#C0C0C0" BORDERCOLORDARK="#808080" FRAME="BOX" RULES="ALL" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" > <tR> <tD VALIGN=TOP BGCOLOR=#FFCCFF HEIGHT= 925 WIDTH="366"><div> <B>It is hard to deny that if one foreword is boring, what should one say about two forewords?</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Even if the purpose if to say "Thank you, you save each day my life?".</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>I was born with depression. </B></div> <bR> <div> <B>As a result, to manage the pain of living, I have selected the same solution as Picasso, Bacon, Duchamp, Warhol, and thousand of other mad men who cannot endure the pain our love of live makes us suffer.  I deform reality because no human who has a bit of heart can endure reality as it is.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Can you endure the thought that your children will want to die when they have accompanied your agony?</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Every time, you, yes you, have clicked on my site it registered in the statistics, even if you spent only five seconds; Seing your visit in the statistics, it is as if one in hell receives a tender kiss, one drying out in the Sahara receives a beaker of cold water.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>In January, you were 100 hundred per months I I was hugely pround and grateful. In december 2004 you were 6.000 visitors.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Who is going to tell you that by clicking on an absurd site, you have been saving a life for another day?  </B></div> <bR> <div> <B>The seller of Prozac will hate you if you click on our site. be careful over there.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Thank you for saving my life, but why me?</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>taberg40@aol.com</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>my life, spending your money, and you got value for your money, is under</B></div> <bR> <div> <A HREF="http://mpr.jag-minns.com" TARGET="_top" TITLE="http://mpr.jag-minns.com"><B>http://mpr.jag-minns.com</B></A></div> <bR> <div> <B>second half is in non-french</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>January 17th, 2005, three weeks and 2 days after the Tsunami, 60 years after Hiroshima, 350 days after the agony of mother.</B></div> <bR> </tD> </tR> </TABLE></div> <bR> <div> <B>The old sailor was sitting in a corner of the pub; most of the « usual » would greet him but carefully avoid to chat with him. His life must have been extremely rough, he had only two eyes, no back eyes, no antenna, unless you could appropriate the name antenna to that piece of coat hanger sticking out of this skull;</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>One feels very sorry for these old explorers, but to tell the truth, they are rather boring; This one was still using the vibration communication system, making sounds with his mouth, cutting the air with his arms as if the gestures would add anything to the story; When you listened to his Wi-Fi you only got some kind of ocean waves like sound.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>It must have been my bad luck evening; Eve and Jane are rather reasonable creatures, why would they want to do that? When we are Glubed together we have a good time, I knew that going to the Museum and looking at Life in the Past would not be good for them, and of course now Eve and Jane wanted to experience being individual females looking like Humans. Which left me, John, stranded, well there was nothing to do but unglub and become John in flesh and blood. The Stink!!! You would not believe it !!! </B></div> <bR> <div> <B>This being the first time Eve and Jane had deglubed from me I was a bit of a novice and when I formed myself into a human I was sitting at the table of the old sailor, to make it worse, the Old Sailor was blocking the way out.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>What an evening this is going to be! And no way I could find anything with witch I could reform a peaceful and fruitful Glub!</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>And no way I could start dreaming and waiting for peace, the Old Sailor was poking at me pointing out that if life had taught him anything, it was to be careful that the tanks were properly filled, you never knew how long the trip would be. After a couple of reminders, I ordered him three cubes of methane but told him to be careful and not to demonstrate how the humans produced clouds with incandescent white sticks.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>The Old Sailor must have been a rather gentle thing in his days even if it was difficult to look at him, the only thing you saw was his two eyes, or rather the missing eyes.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Just please, OK, you may ask once, not twice, as I will never be able to explain it, the truth is that at one moment I was so confused that I extended a pod and sipped a bit of methane. Utterly stupid, it made me totally lame and that idiot was laughing, I am sure he had understood that I was at his mercy, that I could not move. We have an expression for that, beat me if I can explain where it comes from <<it was like listening to a bush father>>.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>So the Old Sailor took his time, he knew he had me at his mercy.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Yes Sir, I can see that you are a real Sir, offering three tankards to an Old Sailor, not many Glubs like you anymore, all sinister, no understanding. To you health Sir, will you have another sip?</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>What a monster! I hope the effect will vanish soon or that Jane and Eve will get bored by the game and reglub with me. But knowing them, I would guess that they have noticed the predicament I am in and are enjoying my discomfort. My generator told me never to trust Glubs that materialise as blonds with such nice red freckles all over the body and ask you whether you would like to count them. That's Jane for you, not that Eve is in any way better.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Sir, you want to know what is the strangest world I have visited? Yes, I can see that I have met an inquisitive brain that ponders about the limits of the strangeness of this world.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Yes, like all the others you think that this world where yesterday was tomorrow was strange. Piece of cake, sir, piece of cake, if I told you the number of time I have done that myself with just enough tankards for a moon trip !!!</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Sir, you want to bet that you know the strangest world don't you. Bet you a tankard that you cannot? You think it is the world without straight lines? Barman, one tankard for me and another one for my dear friend.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>No Sir, no offence intended, the strangest world was a World just like ours, when we landed we first thought that we had made and error and had come back to Earth. It does happen, Captain was a bit partial to a bit of methane here and there and then betting us that He could do it.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>They just looked like you and me, sorry Sir, I can see that you are just deglubed for a moment, I mean, they just looked like ordinary humans.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Why they insisted on calling us, all of us `”the black ones”, got us a bit perplexed, sure, I can understand that in my case it was appropriate but some of my mates where whither than the sheet of a human passing a glub mathematical test.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>That did not make much difference to them, they all called us the “black ones” and in their eyes there was a kind of commiseration, you know like when you visit an hospital and you go thought he cancer ward and you try and tell them that soon everything will be well while you know quite sure that given a couple of weeks they will have a great interest in grubs and soil.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Well, you know us, in the Galactic Navy, we have seen so much that nothing does surprise you anymore; did I tell you about this World where Decision Makers were elected on a programme which they would implement down to the last paragraph? What a mess that World was! Did I tell you of that very successful World, one of the best of our system where Politicians were elected on the basis of the most beautiful lie?</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Well, Sir, I can see that you are impatient to hear about the Light World, sure it is hot hear, if it goes up anymore Methane will start bubbling, you might be advised to order now next round.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>On the Light World, once we had made sure that nothing was dangerous, that we had filled in the Landing Report, the Contact Report, the Consumption Report, the Statistical Survey Report, the Incidence Report, the Suggestion Report, the Evaluation Report, the Forecast Report, the Budget Report, completed the Requests for Additional funding, the Secret Report to our Congress Man Denigrating our Captain, all of which went in a nifty, not more than a couple of month, we still had a few hours before taking off and were given free quarters. </B></div> <bR> <div> <B>I had had my eyes on a blond with three braids, well not that young, she must have been well above twenty, but she had something in the eyes that attracted me, and, well Sir, seeing that you so kind, and to your good health Sir, well I do not leave women indifferent. I could see that that one wanted my opinion as to whether she should have some cosmetic surgery done on her two upper extruding  fuel cells, things which a man like you Captain, sorry, I meant Sir, understand so well, that it can only be done after a thorough in-depth examination. Not being hasty in such decisions is the main Order of the day.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>There she was, sort of not waiting for me, pretending to be studying our Air Craft, the famous W.W. Shrub II.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Well Captain, I mean Sir, you know us sailors don't have that much time for preliminaries so I pulled a line I had invented while on Malibu in the Constellation of Hollybush and I asked her if she happened to consider that her Agent was bringing her in a satisfactory way to the Star lights. </B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Well Captain, Sir, I mean, to your good health, incredible the evaporation on this planet, barman, could you please come hereby please and check the gauge, well I have never seen a girl as startled has she was;</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Then I could not understand what was to follow.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>She told me:</B></div> <bR> <div> <B><< so you knew all the time, where did you hide yours and why don't you show it?>></B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Well Captain, I mean barman, I am not the kind of Sailor to go around boasting about the size and performances even if my mother has all reasons in the World to be proud of her creation, but how could this creature in this remote World know about it?</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Well, time was not on my side, so I told her that I had been hiding it because of the envy of my comrades and that I did not want them to become envious and depressed. I do not know whether this was the good line, she looked a bit startled, but then she told me that she would show me hers if I was willing to show her mine.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>You know me, Lady, sorry barman, I mean Captain, no offence intended, I told her that it did not take much practice to guess where I kept it and I ensured her that she would not be disappointed;</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>So she took me by the, what's the world, sorry Captain, a yes, she took me by the hand and off we went into the dark back alleys; Funny girl, it was all dark about yet you could have sworn that she was phosphorescent, a kind of light was all around her.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>So we came to this block, now it was total darkness except the light that came out of my girl, well, sort of my girl, I am anticipating a bit, she runs into that dark hallway, opens a door, how she could do I could not even guess as I could see nothing, in we go, things don't get any better, the apartment is totally dark, no switch, no light, except my girl.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>In we go and then she turns to me and says:</B></div> <bR> <div> <B><< I trust you, I will open my cloth and you can look as long as you want then it will be your turn >></B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Well, if she is that kind of kiddie that wants to  look, why not , so long as I come on board by 4 bells.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>I can see that she fumbles with her coat, guess if I am exited, all this built-up, here I had got myself a real one that understood men.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>She opens her coat and unfolds it, and there, next to her skin, bulging out like a cathedral, I can see an alabaster Globe with inside a candle shining all peaceful and tranquil.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>I stand there like an idiot, looking at that candle, not understanding what I am supposed to feel of say.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Then she says:</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>You said you would show me yours, don't you trust me?</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>What was I supposed to do? I mean captain, on standard procedure, I have got quite a reputation, but obviously she expected me not only to show it but to light it. I am not man that fears much, but I must say Captain, that I did not fancy much the idea of what I would feel if I tried to lit it.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>So I sort of backed out, fell down some kind of stairs in the darkness, groped my way around while she was shouting to all and everybody:</B></div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <B><< You liar, you were a dark one, you liar you were a dark one. >></B></div> <bR> <div> <B>I could not get the point, of course I was a dark one, most of them I must say Captain seem to enjoy it a lot, and their, that girl was main a kind of fuss about it as if my face had not told her I was not the cousin of King George.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>At that point, the number of tankard of methane may have been more than he could handle and he insisted on demonstrating how he did it; he called for the barman to bring him a candle, I tried to wriggle my way out, he got a spark from his atomizer and as he had said, the boiling point of methane must have been overreached as the whole area exploded. </B></div> <bR> <div> <B>I did not know that mode of spatial-temporal transportation, I am now in a world where humans prank around amongst flames clad in red and black with horns on their head, and the females wear the scantiest of clothing, I am not sure where this World they call Hell might be but it looks much better than the one I left. I am a bit sorry for Jane and Eve but I am sure they will find somebody to reglub with.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Your there, the Red and Dark man with the fork and the pointed hood, you must be the barman, bring me on the double two illiterate equations of the fifth Order!</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>By the Great Glub !</B></div> <bR> <bR> </td> </tr></table></body>