User blog:AngeMusicien/Mienai basho made hashiru nara...

''They said to me they need two paragraph on myself playing LoL, and two paragraph on my favorite character. I'll let you decide which ones are on which ones - but it will probably answer both. You're probably more clever than I am anyway.''

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In small rooms stinking alcohol, back in time, back in france - I never left anyway, never left france and never left this time - in small rooms stinking alcohol, I was surfing on some high ethanoholic blue screens... Little characters, little characters... Honey, go to bed - little girl, little girl is so alone - why don't you put some yuri avatar and go to bed already ? It's late in the night... Little girl is bored - four o'clock in the afternoon and I didn't feel like much - said to myself, where are you golden boy ?... Yeah, where is this famous golden touch.

Installing a new game, go to work, maybe it will end up working tonight... Tomorrow morning... Small room, small room with a small bath, with small windows and a awesome, awesome lot of sun. Aaaah... Too much Sun, I guess that's why. I guess that's why these shadows are dancing, dancing all day on the wall. Shadows, shadows and alcohol are for the little girls like me. I guess my life was some kind of long running masquarade - if it wasn't for my survival instinct, I guess I would have set everything on fire. My bear would have loved that, maybe - I don't know, I don't see him much anymore.

Anyway, troll blood is troll blood. One do what one can. I'm hungry for non-protocolary food - food that stinks of alcohol, yeah, high degree I am, beer is for sissies - who was this man, drinking Bombay Sapphire with me, betting a rose on a poker face ? Not that I regret it, but still... Sometimes, when the night is low... I'm hungry for strangers food - the one you only find in yourself - you see, it's only when I run in the jungle that I feel it, that I feel all the years closed, all the gap closed between this little girl and me...

Nowhere, the jungle, the war - my father leaving, leaving, so strong and strange, leaving in the jungle... I was never that good with men anyway. I kill them quick, I love them half - I'm clueless and lonely. Isn't that strange ? Shadows, shadows dancing on the walls. I'm lurking, lurking inside.

I'm the lurker inside.