stare at the ceiling.
White.
stared at the ceiling.
White.
so I had to do something else.
The space in which I had been relegated to a mattress was just tilted.
The weather was marked by the drop that was freed from the glass bottle hanging from a metal arm.
slid to the transparent plastic tube and slipped in my vein.
Wait.
I had to wait to see if something would happen to me.
Wait for something to happen to me that I could not define. A strange hold.
I remembered everything that had happened, or almost.
For a moment the world was gone.
Black out.
ripartorito When the world was in my head had a different flavor.
was more solid, heavier and far.
Silence.
stared at the white ceiling.
started to find a solution: sleep. When I slept
time passed, the thoughts melted into other worlds, situations, and I could move.
I could not read, I could force some part of the head and start to something that was waiting. It could be a solution. There was not even a postcard.
Four days, four nights and eight hits.
not remember the face of the doctor. I just remember the white coat entered the room, took my portfolio, I gave a look pulled out a pen from his pocket as if he were to write something. The Ripon. The virgin silver pen that had never touched paper.
Store the set of leaves carelessly.
"See you tomorrow."
He would go out.
All that is not expecting a meltdown never happened. So
began to be embarrassing, not the shoulder.
One day he was the deputy in the white coat white coat. He
take away everything, day and night, I nailed in the same position.
The white coat holder, when he made his return, he decided to use the pen for the first time and deleted what the deputy had legislated.
Recurrences. history. Immobility
second act.
Sleep did not work like they used to.
I could not even declare a headache, was what everyone expected to slip in some machinery.
Noia.
Finally the matter was its conclusion with a series of plates of my skull and another doctor, armored in his white coat, he saw himself engaged in a vain attempt to convince me that having found a strange lump on my right occipital curled, not was no other way to understand what it was if you do not open myself.
Who ever decided that someone must understand every sacred thing to me?
The discussion was long.
you know what?
No.
E 'better so.
No. Why not?
you think?
you afraid of anesthesia?
No.
So what?
I keep the bump.
might bother you!
Oh well ... no.
...
stare at the ceiling and I decide that I can turn around next.
like to say that side is never positive, the limit will be another No.
to blame Tadj I want to listen to opera and some classical music.
The result is that it seems to be in an ill-assorted theater.
Without adding another thorny fact: do not pull down that bad porn movie instead of what I see.
Not porn films, but films produced by Hollywood.
Yes, someone could let me note that what may well be a brothel.
S. suggested I try directly with movie our hero: Evan Stone .
Mr. Stone is a little one I would like to reincarnate in the next life.
for attributes not working but for the rating.
so I want to see if someone touches my ass when I get on the bus.
right, it could happen but at that point I should also acknowledge those who have the guts to try.
Now step to the Bolero from La Traviata
Not for idea, guess what?
Bravi good intuition.
Since there is our beloved Mr. Stone will provide total elimination of the unwanted product.
In trying to entertain you with a link to the life of Mr.. Stone I came back to mind the information that our dear and serious actor is married to also a nice lady porn actress.
Now imagine the two in bed at night:
Cara have sex?
Seriously? I worked all day.
You can also turn over the phrase in the masculine.
Honey, you want to have sex?
Seriously? I worked all day!
In this case of the two other overtime pay?
So pull your money from you I will not comment further.
I rather explain who Tadj.
hard, I do not know.
E 'fruit of the mind of St. and another brain that is haunting the world.
not remember the details because I never thought I did not know anything about the subisco. The
subisco to the point of losing the memory of his last name and any other information about it.
While I try, I seek and I appeal to the legitimate creators, I discovered, I do not know more than I find myself face to face with Wiktor.
Well, let's talk.
Wiktor is the existence of an unlucky guy who found himself with the will to live zombie snail retracts into its shell. Strength of a powerful sedative? Please do not get up to go to work?
because I have many.
Wiktor Latousen is a creature of the larva.
Do not make me explain the same old things and do not make me repeat the same old things, now you've learned. If it is not airing. Genet
also called the whore of his brothel, in Querelle of Brest, Regina (in French, but is the same).
All this after a moment of bewilderment, not knowing what I was reading an essay on whether or Latousen the book I had some well-paid few hours before, I tore a sigh and a smile.
The mix that has operated on Genet sensual, sinful men of the Navy has made my heroes almost proud of it.
sinful and heroes.
grilling over coals for the poor Lawrence Querelle of Brest he almost touched the guilt.
Poor Lawrence who works, works, works ... vulgarity prey more or less declared that Johan's blood in return is able to make himself a martyr.
Since I have a noble soul, and everybody knows, the picture opening is dedicated to the working poor Lawro.
Ok, Ok, had to be done but I can not, I was about to bless and conclude by sending in peace, but ...
I can not.
Sit.
I have not yet concluded, as I wandered looking for something meaningful to bestow as a relic to carry with you, I found this:
"Do you want in your frying pan, the stick of captain?"
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