The Brand New Testament Page #5

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- And that I should keep calm.

You have to keep calm.

And then she gave me that

darned injection.

Deep inside, something told me all was

not right with my mother's injections.

Can we increase the dose?

I know it's difficult for you.

You're doing all you can.

The doctor liked my mother.

He spoke to her, as if to

a draft horse, that he pitied.

He thought, it can't be easy

to have child in fragile health.

He cast a worried glance me,

as if he found it odd that

I had any temperature at all,

since I puked, morning till night,

a sort of greenish bile.

By the age of 7, I'd had

an operation on my pancreas

because the synthetic anti-diabetics

my mother shot me up with, daily,

had burned it out like a hamburger.

Then, what was supposed to happen, happened.

It's next Sunday. In a week.

I know. It's my fault.

I released the death dates.

You did right. Afterwards, everything

changed for me, for the better.

Your mother and I ...

felt we should be honest with you.

You'll die on ...

You still have ... a few weeks.

We didn't tell you earlier

because you might...

Is there anything you'd like?

Do you want to quit school?

Take a trip? Whatever...

we'll agree.

Can boys become girls?

What?

I'd like to be a girl.

Are you sure?

Parents are such jerks!

My friend's parents...

when they found out, he was

gonna die, kept him locked up.

He wanted to live as Alpha Arceus.

That's an aluminum Pokmon.

At first they said OK.

Then, they preferred that

he listen to J. S. Bach,

for the ten days he had left.

I felt like shooting myself!

We live in a totally shitty world!

I know, it's my father's fault.

- Your father?

- My father is God.

Couldn't get along with him,

so I split.

My mother, too, is a goddess,

but doesn't dare say anything.

She embroiders, all day.

My father makes her zip her mouth.

Sometimes I miss my mother.

18. This changes everything. 18!

Just like baseball.

Does your father have powers

like a superhero?

- Just power hungry.

- Do you have powers?

You can multiply ham sandwiches!

Doesn't always work, just sometimes.

Sometimes the ham's missing

There's lots of stuff I can't do.

Crying, for example.

There's lots of stuff I've never done.

I've seen nothing of the world.

I've never eaten an apple,

I've never seen the sea.

Your music is "La Mer"

by Charles Trenet. It's nice.

Tonight, I'll invent a dream for you.

Willy, at least, eat the fish.

La mer, qu'on voit danser

Le long des golfes clairs

A des reflets d'argent, la mer

A des reflets changeants sous la pluiei/

La mer au ciel d't

Confond ses blancs moutons

Avec les anges si purs.

La mer bergre d'azur infinie

- He said he wants to return to the sea.

- I understand that.

Good idea taking him to the sea.

I'm gonna die in a week,

might as well die at the seaside.

That's a great dress. Totally awesome!

OK, I think,

we need to help the kids.

Yes, I think so, too,

we need to help the kids.

We have a week to wrap it up.

MONDAY:
Willy sold

his parents' furniture.

Travel is expensive.

TUESDAY:
Aurlie asked The Assassin

to stop assassinating.

Please don't shoot at people.

I've lost interest in that.

WEDNESDAY:
, Martine put her

life in order.

Ah, back already?

What's this crap?

I want you to go away

and never come back.

Oh, I say!

Oh, you were marvellous!

THURSDAY:
Marc and Xenia

made love for the first time.

And they liked it.

My mother availed herself

of Thursday to wash the windows.

FRIDAY:
Willy and I

decided that every day

instead of being called

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday...

would be called

January, February, March...

So Frankly spoken. They'd adore to see

her failing in her quest for love love love

By week's end, we'd lived together

for seven months.

Little Sally, shameless girl

They're just as jealous as you question their world

She'd say:
"Okay

I'll be going all the way

But the hardest part of living

is from day to day"

Lazy days in the sun

It doesn't matter if your battle's won

If it's done

Living day to day

SATURDAY:
Jean-Claude reached

the Arctic Circle.

On Saturday,

God, having no papers,

got himself deported

to Uzbekistan.

I'll make it rain frogs and locusts!

A pox on your face!

YOU MOTHERFUCKERRR!!

Don't you know who I am?

Don't you know?

I'll turn you into a stutterer

and a premature ejaculator!

SONG OF SONGS:

And on Sunday everybody was

at the seaside.

Seems I'm not the only one

with the idea of dying by the sea.

I didn't dare say it, but it's true

seems everyone had the same idea.

Would all those dying today,

come get a black armband.

Those accompanying them,

get a white armband.

All those dying today,

come get a black armband.

Those accompanying them,

get a white armband.

Voila.

What will all the black armbands

die of ?

All we have to do is wait.

Won't be long.

Any chance of it not happening?

My brother said, with 6 more

apostles, it'd make 18,

like in baseball.

And that would change something,

because it's mom's favorite number.

He must have been mistaken.

He'd just turned 18

Il venait d'avoir 18 ans

Beautiful as a child

Il tait beau comme un enfant

Strong as a man

Fort comme un homme

It was summer, obviously.

C'tait l't videmment

When I saw him, I counted

Et j'ai compt en le voyant

All my autumn nights.

Mes nuits d'automne

I re-arranged my hair,

J'ai mis de l'ordre mes cheveux

More shadow on my eyes.

Un peu plus de noir sur mes yeux

It made him laugh.

Ca l'a fait rire

As he drew near,

Quand il s'est approch de moi

I'd have given anything

J'aurais donn n'importe quoi

To seduce him

Pour le sduire

He'd just turned 18.

Il venait d'avoir 18 ans

That was the best argument

C'tait le plus bel argument

For his victory.

De sa victoire

He didn't speak to me of love.

Il ne m'a pas parl d'amour

He thought that words of love

Il pensait que les mots d'amour

Are laughable.

Sont drisoires

It's been nice to know you.

Shall we read a few lines

of our Brand New Testament?

"Life is like a skating rink."

That was me.

"If there was no air

birds would fall."

Seems to be losing altitude.

It's coming right at us.

Son of a motherfucking whore,

we're all gonna die.

Only the black armbands.

NOOO!!

Do you want to re-initialize?

ENTER YOUR PERSONAL CODE

He'd just turned 18

18!

Hello Goddess,

I'm glad to see you again.

Re-initializing

REBOOTING:

I'm not dead? What happened?

The countdown's disappeared.

Everything's like before.

Who did that?

Suggestions for:
... 'sky'.

That's my mother.

It's mama.

It's my mother!

Excellent choice, Goddess.

Today, as every other day,

there's only good news.

Despite global warming the

ice caps have stopped melting.

Gravity.

Seabed.

Vegetation.

Cyclops.

THE BRAND NEW TESTAMEN - Did you feel it move?

- Yes.

Cheri ...

the thing is...

Now...

Couldn't you, maybe,

shave your legs?

We'll see.

Goddamn, sh*t.

Hi, it's Kevin again.

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