the lack of atmospheric breathing my atrophie

 

from the big plane in the sky of paris I was thrown the gas

 from my helmet cut, I was crushed on the ground

 I don't know how long and I wandered how many day night I don't

 know in the walls in the streets drinking to death filled with 

mud flea scabies until in a garbage can the lid was up and it was Henry

 the lack of atmospheric breathing my atrophier the cells of my brain

 degeneration, I no longer spoke a word sepsis gutted from side to side,
not for henry
he carried me to the treatment never wanted to let go of 

me even the wrist I was operated with him sanitized in

 the paralyzed phacial part of the left leg and my arm 

recovered 14 successive operations
I had a long re-education to pronounce don't know what 

a word speech therapist

until the gordon episode i was expecting downstairs on 

a motorbike
I haven't been to the follow-up since going out elsewhere 

for rehabilitation of my arm
my leg
to the specialist for post-accident follow-up
beaten to the end

has
dax
among other things
June 2020 acid attack
about me my mother
I lost my hair
the skin of my feet
my mother thank god even her hand when

 she wanted to but since then she hasn't

 left the apartment for fearshe had come back from capbreton 

yet we had moved
ambulance pompir cop my mother filed a complaint me

 I was knocked down again

my mother was scared to death not to go out

so..