Pneumonia

Lungs start to ache fullfilled with mayhem fluids,your mind becomes ill,rusty and fugitive and your body is left comfortably numb.Evil homecoming mademoiselle who's stay costed the lives of hundreds of parisinnes some centuries ago and now she's just around the corner crossing the ocean spot.
There you go flying on your own and feeling pain nowhere you go.Your bed is sweaty and your chest in sorrow everytime you seek for that precious gas.Pale and burning hades where you got lost in the middle of such daze.
It aches,stab and burn but after these days of damnation the relief is blunt and secure.It was all a nightmare.
In the mean time I'll wait and maybe hope you awake before the clock strikes eight.
Au revoir.

Early morning

Find me here at the metal store in another of these recording sessions.What's the deal of recording in the middle of the night when your music is practically a complete disaster? Yes,disastrous black,death and even glam metal bands come to record and the fact of me staying until the following day or maybe before means some extra money and an stronger friendship bond with my boss.
I'm tired.I was planning to expose my opinion about people in the scene or so but honestly it'd be the same trash of always.I'm tired and moody.
I'd like to thank everyone who's posted here but I would appreciate to avoid turning this into a hatred chat room in which girls come and fight againts each other.You can post in afrikaans if you want and as long I understand it but I will accept no arguments or childish issues,is that clear?
Au revoir.

Je m'appelle Pierre

Et oui,personne n'a dit que je serais l'exception.

Greetings everyone who's reading this.I know this looks strange since my home language is french but my cosmopolitan character brought me to have friends or acquaintances who speak in different languages from spanish to russian but english is common for all of them.Now no one will complain about not understanding my words though some people do not understand anything not even in their own language but I guess it's time to leave this topic and pass onto some other thing.
As you have guessed my name is Pierre Andrieux and I come from Paris but at the moment I'm living in Belgium,more exactly in Lustin.I'm 21 years old but I'm turning 22 this June.I study philosophy at the university and I work in a metal store plus I give french grammar and literature classes to foreigners or people who have problems with it.I think I'm already done with this trivial and typical description.Don't wait for a picture of mine since my intention is not showing my life through pictures or showing my life at all.I will just share my thoughts and opinions and that's it.Sorry ladies I'm no prince charming.
So now I own a blog and I don't know where to start.First posts tern to be a piece of trash or this is just my lack of imagination since this whole week I've been sitting for finals and stuff.My brain is roasted and I'm missing one final test next week and another one the following week and I'll be done...I hope to be done.
This summer I'm not sure what I'm going to do.I was planning to cross the Atlantic and establish in Argentina since I have friends there and I've been to that country before when I was 17.I was in an exchange program which lasted almost one year and practically I graduated from highschool there.I've been speaking spanish for eleven years now,english for fifteen years,french my whole life and german for only four years.I speak some norwegian and portuguese but I don't count those as languages I studied well or I can speak very fluently.
Do you want to know something? I'm a real liar.I said I was not going to speak about my life at all and find me here explaining my future vacationes,the languages I speak and how much time I've been learning them.Still don't wait for "kodak moment pictures" my dear friend.
Tomorrow I promiss to have something better than this or I will just try.Who are you to judge me anyway?
Au revoir.