Pas de trip de marde aujourd'hui. Yay! Yesterday was nasty: big shit in brian's panties.  Blood in my pants. Etc etc.

I am very raw in this language Lilou of mine. It is because I have lived with the street. The Dalai lama, obviously, never speaks like that because that is NOT the message for Tibet. And it is a fact: the lady Dalai lama will NEVER EVER shit herself. This kamma Lilou packed a punch. And I was Tibetan in my last life, JF. The mother of the 13th dalai lama. I shat myself constantly. And the love of my life was my son. Phonse had a wonderful childhood with his dad Arthur and his mother, unknown by name. His kamma link with his Mother is ALWAYS excellent, so I took it upon myself to adopt him as my only son. Phonse will see his old mother by the time he is three years old. In truth, he lives to 6 years old. Dont be sad he dies young, Brian. He really lived a full youth life all along with us, a precious gift for us both to see him forever as our son. THAT is what we offer our children, brian. Not crazy parents. We will never be crazy with our kids.