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Brain activity incontinent

The title says it all: here, I sprayed, I get up in the face, more often than not, and humility is contagious. For what that incontinence, if not the opposite of (p) withholding?
"ValGod" that sign of Quebec, somewhere between two demonstrative pronouns that would tickle her sense and a complicated family tree, bilingual , spreads its little hard to incontinence winds, remains only be harvested without breaking them. Because it is fragile at times, writing this while meandering self-critical, autobiographical, dotted with all sorts of funny colors, cynical, bittersweet, but never pink (she was tired).
often cryptic, it is never inaccessible. I met her fictional characters who have names, who have lives, perpendicular and parallel. I met other realities which are only affectionate nicknames, nicknames truncated family, who have said something last night, last week, and she cheerfully vampirizes, I believe that as much as others. Her world, as virtually no matter how small, is populated by people of all ages, girls and boys unload their venom or love, unable to control themselves. From the pen of "ValGod", they are d'âmes states that the purest sense of the term to explore the state of a soul, that of the other or his own.
I read recently, she wrote, I think, long time. His first notes, dated early 2010, mention of an old blog that it would destroy wildly, out of need to rediscover, to start anew. Forty-eight hours later, she inaugurated it, promising to potential readers without a path less sad to be less bumpy ride over a playful without being chaotic. Hard to know what she was doing in his former incarnation, but now "ValGod" wrote what is known in some circles (which I do not attend) and slices of life , micro-narratives that depict before any feeling or sensation in full deployment in the anecdotal and everyday life. It seems like much, but actually it all. Insofar as there is in his approach this kind of detachment, displacement, cross-over, the voice called and gives us the experience is absolutely wonderful, far beyond the events, the literary .

is very egocentric as trial, but it is one that makes me forget myself. To read it, at times I feel like I could write his sentences, that I could mold them and twist them in the same way, a little lame, a bit grim. This is one reason, of course, why I like spending time in his unbridled mental space, because I recognize myself. But beyond that, besides his sentence strolling player who reminds me of my sentence, I'm not constantly in front of a mirror. And there's a look at it that I do not find elsewhere, subtle and penetrating, that is really worth supporting.