The appropriate PORTRAIT OF THE UNCONSCIOUS generations.
THIS 'FOR U.S.
WHOLE TRUTH', THE FACTS ARE REALLY GONE SO '.
HAVE Illus with a smile, then given a massive dose of BIRD IN THE ASS. AND THEY ARE WAITING FOR ANOTHER. THAT INSATIABLE Dirty!
CHRISTMAS 2010: THE REVENGE OF LAPSED
Rod evolved in an instant, such as perforated the striking change, dragging the thickness of the old gods. He looked behind him, noting the results of extinction. He smoked a Pall Mall smoke rings devoted to each of the Fathers. The man entered the scene from the purple coat electric paralyzed him. "What do you want from me?". A high voltage cable snapped in two, it rained a storm of shrapnel above the light gray puddles of water trapped in the openings createsite on the road, illuminating the twilight of the midnight sun. "It's time." A snake crossed the distance between Rod and the man of destiny, filling it with certainty. "Vibro of stars," said Rod doing shrugs, down from bin collection differenziata dov'era seduto dall'inizio della fine.
“L'energia delle stelle ti rende invincibile. Ti desidera, il Firmamento?”.
“Solo metà della scelta è mia. Baderò al Volere. Erano pur sempre i nostri Padri”.
“Staremo a vedere. Io e te. Mi servi”.
Scostò il cappello di feltro, uno strattone sprezzante, come fosse uno degli altri scomparsi. Rod ammirava le scintille scendere dal cielo. “Sognavo un mondo diverso. Ci credevo”. L'uomo del destino sedé sul bidone affianco.
“Sopravvissuto. Sei sopravvissuto. Merito Loro?”.
“So come ci si ripara dalle tempeste”.
“Mi stai ingannando. Il tuo petto sta vibrando”.
“È l'ansia dell'Ultimo”.
“Non puoi saperlo”.
“È già successo ad altri. Vivono in me”.
Il mantello risplendé, ora che la corrente aveva cessato di essere uno spettacolo elettrizzante. La città era una macchia scura, confusa col cielo depredato dalle stelle. Un'esplosione di luce indefinita tirò il sipario sulla nebbia, riversandosi nel corpo di Rod. “Come pensavo. Vivi per Loro. Esisti grazie a loro”. L'asimmetria della sua testa s'intonava al buio predominante in ogni direzione di ogni dove.
Era reale.
Stavolta nessuno l'avrebbe ascoltata.
Il cielo s'aprì all'energia di una forza misteriosa. Fire in the Sky. For a while everything seemed to go on as before.
The door opened, the shadowy figure went down on land.
"Mothership. We serve. "
There was a man of destiny. Where he had remained seated resting hat and coat.
"Get on board. Mother ship. "
"I".
"Climb aboard the Mother ship."
"And no, on. Dai. "
"mother ship".
"exudates from. I? Why me? ".
I became a professional in the long jump. When I was still a beginner I fell out of bed without hope, God cursed the first list, I used to smoke a cigarette, put ice on the wound, and hematoma or dell'incazzatura end. Without exaggerating, I can say today that it reached a level of athletic competition between regions. My fingers smell of sweet spice. I do not remember to have consumed products containing cinnamon. The stench emitted by the cinnamon disgusts me as the scent of sneezing of others (everyone likes her). The cinnamon smell of phlegm soaked with saliva contaminated by Rhinovirus. For convenience we call "cold" a thump down the road. They swear, in my place. Self diagnosis can wait, do not believe the germs of Pasteur. I check the head from the window, frightened, not understanding well because the eye perceives the environment as a phial of glass snow-sac. Shit, it snowed. Snow at Christmas. And I wanted to stop filled with drugs for the brain.
Four years ago the doctor told me, essentially, that I should treat myself to the brain. Obeyed for convenience. The apathetic neglect by drugs stole a fallout bunker patented certificate. You do not have to be careful what to say, the wrong words just do not appear. Filled with anti-psychotic medication as a sandwich dell'Autogrill you do not need to choose carefully the arguments, voice tones, etc. contact selections. Yes
No. Yes and no.
You can wander along the paths of those who erred childhood misofelice plowing a field, planted di “Vieni ad aiutarmi! Aiuto! Perché non fai niente, esci, mi sono rotta una gamba”.
Comportarsi da eroe non è indicato sul foglietto illustrativo. Miseriaccia birichina di una peripatetica passeggiatrice infestata puttana spanata persino nelle orecchie, non ho letto gli effetti collaterali. Superman, Spiderman, Fantaman, Sant'Antonio: paranoidi sotto severa cura farmacologica? Intravedo un buco interdimensionale, s'allarga a perdita d'occhio, luce, inizio a muovere un piede, poi l'altro, camminarle incontro, è la volta buona, abbandonerò questa dimensione di merda. Sorrido, porgo la mano. “Aiutami ad alzarmi”. Non capisco, forse sono davvero uno stupido. “Ti prego. Mi fa tanto male la gamba”. Perché proprio io?! “Aiuto, aiuto, aiutatemi”. Digrigno i denti, la musica di uno vibrafono suonato con da sega circolare. Un gruppo di persone si è fermato. Non intervengono. Aspettano il popcorn? Mi giro verso loro, cercando di essere teatrale quanto basta a smuovere le voyeuristiche coscienze di quattro gas anali paesani. “Perché nessuno aiuta la signora, poverina?!”. Due se ne vanno, atri cinque rimangono immobili.
“Aiutami. Perché non mi aiuti”.
“Le ho porso la mano”.
“Aiutami, non sento più le gambe”.
“Cazzo vuole? Ha rifiutato la mia caritatevole mano”.
“Gioventù, in my time, respected their elders. "
"lacked originality. Now you better go and get drunk. "
"Will not you help me."
"You see those people there, on the other side of the road? They're queuing up to save her life. "
"I spiavi the window. You come down. You're here, you keep looking but do not want to help me. "
fumbled in his pocket, key tobacco, paper, filter, door keys, car keys, keys of hell, tic tac, still nothing, a slip of paper (shopping list of 14/12), a strap for a hair found land vomited after Saturday night down at the Velvet with Thomas ...
THOMAS, dorks and THE CHRISTMAS EVE! Painfully
face the boss, there is the edge of the table at a distance close up, a fifth kind of encounter between man and wood nothing bill. No longer distinguishes the activity dreaming dreams free from the state and managed by the police (serving the flag, the owner, joined forces against the city late that they expect wage justice and protection), sold for real life, then ruled, "Are you crazy, this is reality, not a dream, the illusions are others, you you do the, "and while I try to understand me, knowing that they have 0 chance nod, candy swallow another license plate Rockefeller, fears disappear. Even in the dream I wanted to give a sedative to the lady. She had fallen to the ground, did not want to stand up and blaming me for not helping her.
I have not learned anything from either of dreams ...
... even now if the same ...
I do a punch to the side of the mouth. I understand to be wide awake while I lay the bag of ice and do the phone number of a bastard, to see if he is willing to honor our traditions.
Traditions ... yes. Matches. Cheating Nature to take refuge in the comfortable illusion of systematic repeated acts repeatedly to keep the slow and linear system most notorious (the colon does not give all those problems). Yet they are conservative. Without us, without resizing the power of the Righteous, people may also believe to be right. People think, what people think, what people believe.
NAUSEA.
We must orchestrate their lives, celebrate our own, so it vibrates with stars such as Rod Serling's two dreams ago.
Then ... extinction?
Before I see that you think mom.
"Mom?".
"What do you want son?".
"Change register, we are not middle class of the '70s."
"We are not here either."
"That's why I do not hate."
"Dreams of my affection. I liked to know. "
"I underestimate. Miro to the stars. "
"What do you want, I'm cooking for today, tomorrow and possibly Thursday."
"I wanted to ask if you agree with extinction."
"If you look at what today's society has been affected by retrograde thinking of the philosophers of the late nineteenth century ... oh, you're burning the sauce. It 'as you please, just do not dirty. "
be it.
The transformer plug seems damaged, I had told her a thousand times to be careful. Unusable. I do not listen to anyone, sentenced to listen to all of all. It's karma in fall, pay sins of past lives. Buddhists are not affiliated with, I should not be subject to review, decisions of the others. My god is Steven. I answer only to him for my actions. Should I contact him to ask him what he thinks.
"Hello Stevie, I am."
"Man with no name, still you."
"I've been meditating for extinction."
"You're too hard on yourself, so despise the other. Mirrors Essenes. "
"I'm not too hard. You've broken arms to thousands of people. "
"It was part of the contract. I respected my enemies. I broke for money, you exaggerate. "
"Once you've broken up the face of a striking him with a billiard ball hidden in a handkerchief because he had sold drugs to your granddaughter. Then I'd be an asshole. "
"Be careful to use maleparole, irritated me the aura."
"Sorry Stevie. Restless. I ask, please reply. "
"Shoot."
"I am against weapons."
"Time is running out."
"It suffocates. SO, do you agree? We put them to rest? ".
"Opera as you think. In the next life you will pay. "
"It is an old, old-fashioned story. New incarnation granted prison to serve the above? I will be more bastard than before. Behaving Worse did not ever pay any guilt, leaving the problem to the next. "
"I despise you. I say to Buddha. "
"As you like. Is your employer ".
"You're right. I also learn from you. "
recap: mother and Steven Seagal agree. I have the approval of my worst enemy, the blessing of my spiritual master. Unassailable, invincible as a mythological hero, no one can stop me.
"Look, can not you see, I spent the rag." I stop for five minutes, counting the drops of water on the floor of the stairs. It should dry out, otherwise I can not pass. Stop me from an old image is the antithesis of the hero to beat. Leading a dramatic leap, flying from a professional ninja. Outside the palace, under the serene snow, flying blades insults against my person, injuring his back allegorically.
the cloth and quiet.
are tense because it happened and all of a sudden I could not understand, accept, somatization. Everything is accelerating, the body acts on its own, clearly more prepared, ready and responsive to stimuli than it was in past generations. I was in the kitchen at Grandma's house, I noted that it is preferable to inject a dose of heroin, not cut it with rat poison, rather than going there to see that mass of hypocritical bastards singing and dancing without knowing do neither one nor the existence in general. "Fuck dancing?" I said with a chuckle. Grandma has been banned. I suspected it was the classic old stoned parked in front of the tv all day waiting for the mystical scythe, however, ascertaining that, like a kitten under the soft cover, granny look at the pictures around without understanding the meanings (meanings of TV talk is very similar to want to explain the law of accelerating returns to a ribosome doped up to the crack), I reflected on the (non) sense of life. It is worth persisting to exist within a society like ours, while they get paid for bad dancing and singing vomiting, bursts from time to time, to the delight of old men find them more Arzilli then died of a heart attack in the toilet hospice with the bird in the hand and the photo of Padre Pio fall in piss poured on the ground by slobbering went to shit ten minutes before?
Back home, without a reason (there are thirty-five, in realtà) mi sono abbassato, ho dato una testata allo spigolo della maniglia della porta di camera mia. La nascita crescita del bozzo è stata immediata. Viola e immediata. Per festeggiare ho tentato di dare un pugno al muro senza fare rumore. Il dolore ti fa sentire più vivo, diceva qualcuno. Se vuoi morire, perché dovresti sentirti vivo? Mentre raccontavo di aver “accidentalmente” sbattuto contro il mobiletto del computer, sotto il quale m'ero abbassato per aggiustare dei cavi che non facevano contatto (cazzo significa?), si è accorta del sangue dalla mano ed ha optato per non guastarci le feste di natale.
Forse è come sentenzierebbe il classico psicologo: io sto cercando di attirare la sua attenzione perché I love her and if she was attentive to me, I could enjoy the attention, until I feel observed, subsequently, then it will be the turn of the delusions of persecution, paranoia. Drugs and violence. Of children abandoned in dumpsters.
psychologists Gentlemen, you are really convinced that there are needy children of the attentions of their parents? I smell like a fucking lemming invested in the desert a highway by a pick up with the wheels encrusted with half an hour before shit hit the coyote in front of the junkyard dog sick with "Hello, Hello, hello, stop, Stop SMETTILAAAA "
" Fuck you, Tom? ".
"You're worse."
"I six graduated recently, I did not know, I can call yourself a doctor, fantastic. "
"Do not fuck with me like you do with yourself."
"and admirer of Osho! I did not want to give you lousy book, but was the only two euro ".
"Ah, so your eyes are worth two euro".
"and fifteen, with the envelope."
'Bastards. The free advertising you do and you have to pay them. "
"crazy stuff".
"Still a tease?".
"Let's stop. We need to get a move, time is running out. "
"Ommerda, have spoken again with Seagal Sensei."
"I tried: Doctor se mi togli il Seroquel sei un barbaro, gli ho detto”.
“Stavolta avevi ragione”.
“Come sempre”.
Ci guardiamo per un istante infinito. Capiamo che un istante infinito non è più un istante ma una serie interminabile di... giorni. No? Se leggi un libro di Tolle capisci che è sempre Adesso, il tempo è un'illusione. Nell'immenso potere dell'ora, qui, ADESSO, ordiniamo due long island potenziati e mettiamo a punto il piano.
“Non per essere invadente... che ti sei inventato? Tre anni fa mettemmo fuori posto i citofoni di mezzo paese e gli ultrasuoni fecero impazzire tutti i cani che fecero un casino coi fiocchi. L'anno dopo ci truccammo da rettiliani, poi ci ritruccammo da humanoids, and when the victim began to ask questions annoying you tore my face to show the true nature of our Green Grey from the planet Nibiru. Last year you filled with drugs and you stay in bed to make friends with the pigs telepathically sewn on the cloth. So what? ".
division of tasks.
reassurance. Three more rounds
dispels thoughts.
thoughts.
stock.
line of the situation.
Straight lines passing through the infinite point.
Nothing to Lose. We
? We do
.
tests smile.
3.
2.
1.
...
-1 -2 -3
-4
"Just countdown."
"Tommy, Tommy, Thomas. I did not have you ... "
" I remain 199 Imaginary Friends. "
"The odd numbers bring bad luck. You are a great 200th. "
"is fucking Christmas, asshole." We embrace
to separate.
The shops are empty of tartar, huts decorated for anyone. They manage to make ends meet with no real gains and also have more money to make ugly the way, the tobacconist has installed a mechanical life-size Santa Claus in the middle of the sidewalk. Wiggles (the father) playing a plastic saxophone, jingle bell version yeeea afro funky soul, I wonder / I ask the voice in my head how she forehead sudarmi, remember four long island warriors, fighting the chill of late December unruffled. It hurts his elbow, is an impulsive child, I can not go on, enough to punch (elbowing) anatomical parts of the house, I have to give a cut, I have to give us a cut, I have to give me a cut in the face to look more evil ( I do not need, the scar under the eye make them all away), fiddling with the headphones of MP3 player, select the playlist to act Sons of Anarchy, biker die (never even had the Hello), elaborating the plan to do shine brighter than the peaks of knowledge handed down by our ancestors died in captivity, to appear as options an escape plan if something goes wrong, they are no longer an asshole three years ago, are uneasy with the cube, but still, is the last joke I can afford, not even costs money, a debit card is full of that came into the world, money is more expensive than, worse than the dollar, most aggressive of the pound, the Euro as chilling after 11 years of compulsive debt (I turned off the gas?) within the bakery, bought a pizza with artichokes, balsamic vinegar cucumber know, in the hope of optical sensors blonde baker Celebrities, an employee of semi commercial from a few tickets a day (at the bottom right it says "receipt number 23, are five in the afternoon). In the shop window there is a program of games dimensional advertising as to curl the skin, a family assembled by the photographer, happy and dishonest, Wiimotes challenged by the book, jump dancing competitions cars vie 50s sing songs from Grease with the same name in the video game console welded, sadness lash phlegmatic stab at the liver, "You want ice?", "No, smooth", "A long island ice without you is eight euro", "More tequila, vodka less," "You are at 5 am to five pm "" So many drink so much work, "" teasing? "," You entered one, except me, this afternoon? "," Eve di natale, tutti a casa coi parenti, chi ce li ha”, “Gli altri anni facevi il pienone”, “Le cose stanno cambiando”, “Mi cambi un biglietto da 50?”, “Non ce li ho”, “Come pensavo. Vabbè', ciao, auguri di buon fallimento”, “Vaffanculo”, “Felice anno nuovo pure a te”.
Sto per suonare il campanello; suono il campanello. Me ne sto per andare, non c'è nessuno, però la porta si apre, odore di marijuana da 20 al grammo, le cose non quadrano, è odore di sugo, signora, dove hai comprato le spezie, al parco?
“Desidera?”.
“Il potere di dio. La parola del signore. Oggi is the day before. What? Why celebrate if nothing happened? ".
"No, look, we do not need anything, we are Christians, we are not interested."
"The only true god is Jebediah Springfield."
"Who?".
"The founder of Springfield."
"What Springild?".
"The promised land, the factory Duff."
"Look, I have to do is a joke."
"The devil makes jokes. And even the covers. I carry the word of the Lord. Let me go. Three minutes, just three minutes to talk to me. Three minutes, three minutes just to trust me. " A snoozing pug
slobbering coverizzato quilt on the sofa by a red electric punch an unprepared stomach and sore. "Nice dog," while I look around as a real estate agent last stages of psychosis sellers of anything. I sit, sit.
Now what I invent?
"I have to use the bathroom."
... at the bottom left. "
"imagined."
"...?".
"The Last House ... oh, forget it. "
The bathroom looks straight out of a magazine. It is the bathroom of a magazine. There are magazines that sell bathroom, if anything looks like a bath out of a catalog of bathroom. Seeking inspiration from brushes toothpaste with baking soda (whiter teeth? Il bicarbonato di sodio corrode lo smalto dei denti). Tiro l'acqua mentre lei è seduta a braccia conserte affianco all'aborticino stravaccato sul peggior divano della storia dei cataloghi di divani.
Una sbirciata in cucina.
“Cosa doveva dirmi? Ho fretta”. Tiro su col naso, temporeggio con gli occhi, faccio far loro giro girotondo, poi li connetto ai suoi e siamo una cosa sola. “Senta... è il mio primo giorno”. Si rimette a braccia conserte. Forse è una maestra delle elementari, o una della municipale; sono le movenze di chi ha sempre da riscuotere.
“Sei un venditore, lo immaginavo”.
“Sì. Vendo un prodotto indimostrabile gratuito”.
“Gli altri... oh God ... why did I come in? ".
"Are you looking for salvation. The soul rejoices with the lost people of Jebediah.
"I've never heard of this ... religion? ".
"We are the church of only one god father of the man."
"Everyone says so."
"We have reason."
"I tell everybody."
"We are all most of all. One to zero, behold! ", Said with the classic gesture of tie.
"rude, boorish."
"I felt from the elements ... the teacher do? You're a teacher. "
"You ... Please get out of here. "
Bastard stuffed education from peanuts. It went wrong, I'm a megalomaniac bankruptcy onanist unprepared idiot not to handicap. I'm going to kick the door when I hear a door closing. "Where are you going?".
"I was about to leave even earlier."
Bingo!
I have no strength, a hole in the stomach, hot armpits infested primordial debris similar to skin died. A big bang of crap condensed in the upper body. Who knows it's going to Thomas. After the death of his parents woke up, the chrysalis has become a multi cotton candy flavor. It is no longer Timidone ragged ass shit ever shut up and fly (the mother said, "even crying newborn: waiting for orders). This is why I assigned the task more talkative, far away from me, my precious priceless company.
A worthy successor. Will promote him.
This morning, at about half past ten, an unusual haze has dominated the waterfront, reverberated in my eyes, bounced on the slippery road and the sun had set, distinguishable, so I had to put sunglasses, unable to drive blades with photonic eyes. Diving into the tunnel of light, the sound of the Beatles never as Christmas, the sound of waves crashing on the rocks, hurling with natural violence, I felt different from the usual feelings. In all ten will be in rotation. Every Christmas I have the heartbeat for the history of surprise visits. The idea of \u200b\u200bnot get away with it exceeds the rate of joint stress. Can not always go well. I am unable to contradict him, I too well to my young friend not mad crazy burst cock. It was a naive fool when you destroyed him against the iron bed for having listened to the idiot, which is also jailed for ten damage. I decided to have a relationship with anyone else ever had in one of my few glimpses of pure instinct. Transparency and honesty are the foundations. Speaking from time to time. Do not lie to be limited to words, choose them carefully. He looks like a nightmare, then it becomes like any other mechanical actions. Around today because there is no honesty can no longer exist, the castle would collapse if only the fucking bullshit 150 people at the top of the world system began to tell the truth, reveal the tricks of the handful of people, live on television. This is science fiction. Dick, Asimov, futurists were only clever, disguised as novelists for unknown reasons, their "prophecies" come true, are being fulfilled before our eyes clouded by the latest model of mobile phone all together toaster refrigerator installed in a five-inch . Too much? Give them a few months, this pathetic "evolution", then we'll see what is fiction. M
the often amazed, I was not surprised their gasps when I begged like children drowned in a pool of blood filled with hatred and carnivorous fish. I've had enough, years and years on the same road, same direction. I tried to speak, to open his mind continued to use with the same purpose for which it served my birth. I am empathic to a garbage can download failures, faults of others, especially the defeats of my father and my mother. Over the years I have tried so damn angry, without even a hint of the result. Of a happy ending. The knife was left alone, even I realized the wrong side of it contested. I understood the end, when they are smothered by their lapsed disgusting slimy blood and burned my hand tanto che l'ho dovuta ricucire con dieci punti. Neanche questo mi preoccupa. Sono le visite. Sarà un anno decisivo per me, per il mio amico, per gli abitanti di questo dannato paese vuoto a perdere. Mettersi a tavolino per discutere non è poi così difficile, eppure tutti hanno ragione, il signore è dalla loro, io io io io io me me me me me. Sono esploso e ho capito una banalità. Non è propriamente una banalità; avevo sopravvalutato la vita, sottovalutato l'ignoranza. Quando le parole non sono comprensibili, prive di efficacia, deve inesorabilmente innescarsi un meccanismo violento che travolga i colpevoli della disarmonia. Fa parte dell'evoluzione: anticamente sopravvivevano i più forti, i deboli venivano annientati. Il paradigma Social stabilized against nature, ill-placed to survive devilry call money, natural selection has made a leap into the void, no longer going to eliminate the weak, but the ignorant. If you do not understand how being in the world and do not want to teach it to you, the planet still serves less than what you serve at a fuck. Before the advent of our massive destructive invasive, Mother Earth was doing just fine, in complete harmony, enjoying its winds, its oceans, volcanoes, rocks, animals.
No one is innocent, we are all guilty, no one deserves a tear. We must work instead of nature because you have failed. We've made a fool, we removed and she funziona più, non si ricorda cosa deve fare.
Ho paura pure se so che è una programmazione di vecchia data, inculcatami nel tempo con grida e schiaffi. Nulla può essere peggio di questo schifo. Le sbatto la testa contro il termosifone e crolla come una pera cotta. La lego, la imbavaglio, rimodello i parametri poi passo all'appartamento seguente. Per strada c'è il gelo della morte; ho caldo, tanto caldo. Spengo i riscaldamenti, faccio due chiacchiere di circostanza e quando mi offre completa fiducia, baciandomi con le labbra raggrinzite, la colpisco dietro la testa stordendola. Guardo i documenti con ribrezzo. Ha 70 anni, ne dimostra cinquanta. Un cassetto pieno di medicinali vari. Il paradiso di ogni tossicomane è in questo appartamento The Twilight Zone. He sees old age as a disease to beat, crazy disgusting approved the common thought of being middle-aged middle. He stuffs a fist in my mouth full of candy at random toxic, choking in his appearance that is afraid of everything, hoping that at least understand the point of death a sacred truth. Alcoholism, couch potatoes, addiction to insignificant people, terror of aging, diseases are not only an instrument to measure the value of a life without meaning. We are the disease of ourselves and we want to eliminate us to heal. Our cells should be afraid of us. Maybe you already have it, for this age more quickly or go crazy in sparkling tumors throughout the body. Putrescent clusters of cancer waiting to be placed in a wooden crate. And what has happened in the meantime it is called "life." Talk, talk, is a gift if you know it productively, as in this case. Mistrust scared, so I guess I may get to inspire confidence with my smile, which is also printed when I finish off their lives off. Crying, begging, not attacks. If only they could get into my head, try a motivation so determined, the total sense of justice, probably tacerebbero, agreeing with deep complicity, total surrender to the evolution of evolution. It is still early to talk about technologies that can read the thought in this field, just look forward to concepts one thousand, ten thousand words, twelve bottles in the face, a smile from cheek to cheek open stupid macho god of the family home under my feet aching to crush the balls of fury against the painted floor with a thousand glittering shards under a neon sign of a pathetic nobodies soul and body modified to look more integrated in the eyes of other useless non-recyclable waste to be empty. I do not think that from our plastic bottles derive something, I see with my own eyes, so melt a bottle of lemon tea in the eyes of mother and children, obtaining a burn on the hand and the confirmation of the law of sull'inutilizzabilità sapiens sapiens.
On the road again I hear muffled footsteps behind me, as if they were following me, like they know what we have in mind me and my friend broke ass decerebration. The counsel to remove his parents as I did. I'm better, I moved a headache, I do not have that sense of existential nausea that accompanied me in the last three years.
Better than any other medicine.
staggered and a fart soaked switching between two women outraged by the vulgarity of nature (if designed intestines gas accumulates to suggest that ... it's my fault this time too?). "Cazo uaurdate", holding vomiting (I have overdone it with the long islblaaaaaaaa) without success, dunking a fur real fox. I laugh at heart as we ran along the road, under street lights always on, feeling like a comic book avenger of Serie A. She, disgusting pathetic old woman as stupid as rich, even if indirectly, has fucked up the fox, has eviscerated by depriving it of life and I have let him smell the horror of being alive at the expense of innocent people.
Other animals are not to blame.
In these conditions I can not do anything.
concocted by me without my knowledge to not go through with it? Good assumption. I'm not fully sure bluaaaa against the window of a shop that can not be more closed. I'm going to sit far from precious little long islblaaaa wasted paranoid of every wave in sight When I drink too much than not to take care of responsibilities but that's okay, we think Thomas. My plan will work, even without my support.
RiCAD I could do ...
A punch in the face to return to the path of the righteous. Maybe a little 'too strong. Sore jaw, inability to apritura and lock jaws. Standing. Fontana. Head, wrists under the cold water.
Lucido.
Lucida madness.
smell of gas.
All this is too much for me. Over-accumulation of data, too much data all at once, the brain seems to shake, do not overheat like a transistor next to the merger. The first thing you want after the first step over the line moved the point of no return and back. Putrid and infant mental trick like; happens. That's it. A prolonged childhood throughout their lives. I'd like to live in Florida. The prescription medication is not supervised or restricted by any law. Being under the care of a dozen doctors, getting tons of prescribing pills every pain imaginable (and invented), overdo, stramegarifarsi, pulling ahead with the money taken from the surplus store.
If you may have available drugs, "more" than I'd like to shoot inside.
I start to play with a black speckled gray mutt in via Tasso. Scrap a piece of candy, I put it to him in front of the muzzle. Lower your head, go away. A type of animal used to eating shit refuse bins in a delicious, delicious candy. Maybe not as good as we think. If you have the assurance amplified, probably smell crap hidden from our limited sense of smell.
The meaning of life I do sense.
Another tug of oxycodone, no pain.
"Who."
"I'm the man of dreams, baby."
By a hair, was almost able to slam the door on him, break off all the work. Technically it is successful, look at that cut, ugly bastard of a head nut. "I call the police", he ran to the phone with the grace of an alligator without bones.
"Speak piano e nessuno sentirà”.
“Cosa vuole da me?”.
“Sistema di merda. Diamo sempre per scontato che gli altri vogliano qualcosa da noi, nessuno fa nulla per niente, chissà che tempo farà domani, la mia squadra ha perso, la benzina si è alzata, bla bla bla”.
“Un pazzo è entrato in casa mia e...”
“Calma, tranquilla, porca puttana, voglio solo parlare”, strappando il filo del telefono con una strattonata pazzesca. Mi sono fatto male alla mano. Oggi è una giornata... guarda tu!
“Sei felice della tua vita?”.
“Cosa vuole?!”.
“Basta, hai rotto con questo ritornello da sceneggiata stupid. "
"So ..."
"Say it again and detachment that you dickhead."
"..."
"Nice way to talk." The invitation to sit on his couch in his home.
I did not know whether to laugh or dive off the balcony when I discovered that there are earplugs laser. Eventually I bought them all. I had to take them back, the damned ear plugs, not even god receives many petitions in a single day, with gristle and sad together as Gucci's discography. Do not want to surrender but do not fight. Incredible! At one point I started to talk to understand one more step in, although I have not much time. It was repeated several times, “velocità” per conseguire la vittoria. Mi concedo una domanda a persona prima di spaccare, fracassare, martellare, pugnalare, soffocare, iniettare, sgretolare... supplicare. Avete rotto, non vi sopporto più, smettetela, vi supplico io, la sovrapposizione delle vostre voci del cazzo fa soffrire, mi rende sofferente, lo so, non c'entrate niente, non è colpa vostra, se non state zitti, non fate cazzo di silenzio, io non posso riuscire a spiegarvi per quale motivo sia colpa vostra, colpa, colpa, le vostre colpe, quali colpe sono, perché dovete pagare, nessun martire, nessuna gloria, i santi li fa la chiesa, non è la natura a condannarli, anche i santi vivevano da peccatori, erano colpevoli, tutto quello che gli succedeva lo meritavano, non era mai troppo per fare giustizia, alla faccia del karma, non credevano...
Mi sveglio di soprassalto con la gola piena di rocce appuntite, quasi mi viene un infarto quando decifro un carabiniere nella stanza, un cagnesco cane idrofobico ammaestrato dalla dittatura statale, pronto a manganellare un pensiero oltre il limite consentito. Un altro dannato sogno. Sogni nei sogni.
Dev'essere un sogno anche questo: palazzi in fiamme, gente si dispera strappandosi i capelli, rovistando tra mattoni, gridando a squarciabudella, urlando assassino, criminale, bastardo, tirandomi i capelli, lanciandomi pietre in faccia, sputandomi in bocca, sul vestito sporco di vomito, mentre lo sbirro mi spinge at full speed inside the armored vehicle, complete with logo and little holes in windows, to bring in their beloved headquarters handicapped ungrammatical. You might as well have a chat once again. "Thomas? Have you caught? Where is Thomas? ". Then I start to laugh at them because they do not know Thomas, do not know who he is, what he felt for his parents gutted with a knife, where he lives, what it does for a living. Just me and Thomas know. I love him even if it's a fucking traitor. I can not blame him, no. I've thought to myself the blame on him. Thomas has acted first. He opened the knobs of the gas all the kitchens profits and triggered a nice bonfire countries, the largest human-air barbecue aperto che la storia conosca.
E adesso se ne sta nascosto da qualche parte nella mia testa, attendendo il momento per tornare su e farmi compagnia.
