The story I tell you now is my one:
a simple and short life. But I don't want to say to you I love dark clothes or gothic music.  I don't want to tell you I am completely obsessed by Death and, of course, Life, even  if I prefer the last one. I don't want to write too I was born in a little island in a middle of the pacific ocean  and I'm french (what's a pity!).

This is not my curriculum vitae, it's just a piece of life, this one I spend to write these few words.
I feel well today, and my fingers on the keyboard can hit every key like a machine (KILL YOUR  MACHINE!): strange feelings to know someone can read this text, an unknown person who can  laughs about my purpose, who can hate my humour, who can just have not any opinion about my  work.

But, like Jesus Christ, I can say the first who never makes some mistakes in their pages could unread my own ones, or go to a gothic party in Paris (very funny!!!), or visit my friends sites (very, but very funny!!!).

Go back home...