<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-886870345012768039</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:57:00.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ma mère l'Ogre</title><subtitle type='html'>deuxième volet de la Trilogie Théopolitaine</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamerelogre.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886870345012768039/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamerelogre.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>avec</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15773258006937735220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-886870345012768039.post-5725288374765529162</id><published>2008-01-13T01:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T02:19:34.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Où l’on apprend que la matière&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;est une source de plaisirs contrastés&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/886870345012768039-5725288374765529162?l=mamerelogre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886870345012768039/posts/default/5725288374765529162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886870345012768039/posts/default/5725288374765529162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamerelogre.blogspot.com/2008/01/o-lon-apprend-que-la-matire-est-une.html' title=''/><author><name>avec</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15773258006937735220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-886870345012768039.post-5980063749546576108</id><published>2008-01-13T01:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T01:52:48.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;C’est l’histoire d’un homme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Il est né. Il a vécu… Il est mort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Et c’est là que tout commence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Un ange descend du ciel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Il s’assoit sur le lit,à la tête &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;du cadavre, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;frappe trois petits coups&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;au sommet du crâne et souffle :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;« Il est l’heure ! » (…)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Il est l’heure pour l’âme de sortir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;de ce corps inutile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;L’heure de suivre l’ange.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Destination : Villedieu-la-Blouère ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Objectif : se réincarner !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/886870345012768039-5980063749546576108?l=mamerelogre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886870345012768039/posts/default/5980063749546576108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886870345012768039/posts/default/5980063749546576108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamerelogre.blogspot.com/2008/01/cest-lhistoire-dun-homme.html' title=''/><author><name>avec</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15773258006937735220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-886870345012768039.post-8491252368799027272</id><published>2008-01-13T01:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T01:50:58.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Extraits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"(…) pour la première fois de sa vie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;mon pépé s’est retrouvé allongé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;tout contre une fille. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Avec une main sur un mollet…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Eh bien, le mollet était si doux&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;qu’il est allé voir derrière le genou…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Et le genou était si lisse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;qu’il a glisséle long de la cuisse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Et le long de la cuissec’était si chaud &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;qu’il a caressé jusqu’en haut. (…)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/886870345012768039-8491252368799027272?l=mamerelogre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886870345012768039/posts/default/8491252368799027272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886870345012768039/posts/default/8491252368799027272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamerelogre.blogspot.com/2008/01/extraits-pour-la-premire-fois-de-sa-vie.html' title=''/><author><name>avec</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15773258006937735220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-886870345012768039.post-4790644555617410356</id><published>2008-01-10T08:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T01:54:07.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; "(…) Un chevalier surgit de ses flots.&lt;br /&gt;Un chevalier terrible, de la pire espèce :&lt;br /&gt;un chevalier vert !&lt;br /&gt;Le chevalier abaisse son casque, sa lance,&lt;br /&gt;s’élance contre le roi. Le désarçonne.&lt;br /&gt;Le roi tombe dans l’eau. Le chevalier-vert&lt;br /&gt;le menace de son glaive :&lt;br /&gt;- Roi Arthur tu vas mourir !&lt;br /&gt;Mais c’était un chevalier-vert-joueur.&lt;br /&gt;Il lui propose une épreuve :&lt;br /&gt;- Tu auras la vie sauve si tu reviens&lt;br /&gt;dans trois jours avec la réponse à cette question :&lt;br /&gt;Qu’est-ce que désire le plus les femmes au monde ? (...)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/886870345012768039-4790644555617410356?l=mamerelogre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886870345012768039/posts/default/4790644555617410356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886870345012768039/posts/default/4790644555617410356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamerelogre.blogspot.com/2008/01/kyhytdre.html' title=''/><author><name>avec</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15773258006937735220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
