Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Can You Rub Cocaine On Gum And Get High

go charlie, surf!

is a bit that I do not write, I'm slowly unlearn how to organize a speech linear ones that people will understand. say that the secret is not to digress. a speech at a time.
anyway, I eventually found a place that will be my home for the next time to time indereminato. in that the pigneto, heterogeneous district than that 50 years ago were the suburbs of Pasolini and places which today are a little fashionable. where you go walk around and breathe the air of San Lorenzo surrounded by low houses that both recall garbatella. and also that I I modestly do not miss anything, I've my little cottage low, complete with a small courtyard and lemon tree and coffee table to invite friends.
actress friend as roommate, as neighbors on one side a bizarre Milanese photographer who goes around with a white vespetta wrote "belle and sebastien, other an Australian priest who as an elderly woman with a perpetual sari.
these are the essential info for the start-up:
to turn on the washing machine if you turn off the water heater within Zompa light and even the priest breaks the neon on the tabernacle.
parking the car there, but it's better to walk around, at most bike. The Indian / food / internet-point down the street from the peroni the big one euro and a half ago.

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Digital Playground Coupon Discounts

Story - My friend Green


Where did I put the keys? Ah, here they are. Home at last.
I open the door and put his backpack. Mamma mia, what a weariness! First of all, I stand here on the couch to see me a bit 'of CSI.
Oh, but what time is it? I fell asleep. Ten! But as the ten! Two hours sleep and I have not even had dinner. At eleven I go to get Ferruccio. It 's time to move.
reached for the remote control. I put my fingers on the keys and it is as if you took the shock. But what is it? A joke?
Am careful where I put my hand. The channel buttons are the size of a one euro coin.
Instinctively I spread my arm forward. The buttoned cuffs dangling in space, beyond the outstretched fingers of the hand.
What's going on?
jumping off the couch and I have to run, but tripped over his shoes and pants, trapped by the clothing.
I hardly free from the tangle and go out stark naked. I look around. The chair of the hall is as tall as me.
Ok, ok. Quiet. I'm dreaming. Must have been those pasticchine yellow Mara gave me as antihistamine. Knowing his habits, who knows what has given me.
The phone rings. I reach the top, above the table and take the PS. It 'very heavy and I have to hold with both hands. I support the ear and the microphone I end up at chest level.
other side of the phone I hear the voice of my mother.
- Pronto! Toni! Pronto! Can you hear me!
- Yes Mom, I'm here. I'm fine.
Mom hangs up. Did not hear me.
began to have doubts that it is a dream. Why have so 'so cold? I do not remember a dream in which hi suffered from the cold.
Calm. There must be an explanation for all this. We have things in order. What happened to me lately? Let's see. The gypsy
. That damned when she was begging so I pushed the 'strong enough to drop it. I wonder what he told me when I bet your hand on me and rant against those obscure words ...
Come on! But what I'm thinking! Of course it's a dream. Now I kick the chair and I wake up. Simply. And I will wake up sitting on the couch with my little remote side.
Ok. One, two, three.
Ouch. Ahhh ... that bad! But that came to my mind to kick the chair. Now I am a dwarf with an excruciating pain in the foot. Help
. HELP!
out of here. GO!
I run to the door. I try to escape. Now I do not get even more to handle. I go there. Nothing to do.
I have to leave. I try to take a chair to stand on it. I can not move it.

No. Noooooo!
I sit back down and support the radiator. I hear a hum. I look up. A pet
fluttering around the ceiling light. Are drawing a spiral and descend slowly downward.
is falling towards me.
The buzz is getting louder.
now vicinisimo. I put my arms in front of the eyes, not to see what is going to happen.
Silence.
I feel a tickle on my leg. I open my eyes.
A bug as big as a cat is walking on my leg.
Street. Via. Kicked desperately to break free and run away somewhere.
Nothing. Does not come off. And 'as if it were tattooed on his leg.
and salt. Now I came on her stomach. Provo to remove by hand. Nothing. A strong smell rises to my nostrils. I feel sick.
I put my arms on the side to protect me. I feel walking on the arm and forearm. Then nothing.
resist. I will not open his eyes. I'm suffocating fear.
I hear something that creeps into my arms and face. For how much force to put us, I can not resist. No. Noooo! I
arms locked across his chest. Something sticky takes my right eyelid. I hold her to death, screaming like crazy.
I can not resist. I open my eyes.
A tiny mouth open, emitting a hissing sound.

Friday, July 4, 2008

How Much Is Engraving At Tiffany's

restorer of souls


the morning seems to have the gold glittering in his mouth on the horizon beneath a rainbow of cotton candy through the mountains of marzipan and chocolate swallows
Summer has reached its fullness and heat clouds in the sky hovering over the house undisturbed the sea.
The orchestra knows of cicadas in the afternoon celebration that accompanied the burning of the air, among the trees of the pine needles give off smells of pine forest, while in the distance the fields are caressed by a hand of air that bends them in sinuous movement . Time passes
marked by the shift of the shadows.
After seeing all the young restorer of souls would enjoy a break between the cool branches of the flower garden, peaceful sleep while in the sky and the clouds are looming large. The first drops
you drop a chanting melody in growing storm, the young man entered the house and take soap, a box full of varied shapes colored soaps gentle soap and running in the garden rubs his hands smeared the ground.
gradually becomes the soap foam and blood starting to form shapes of flowers, petals in shades of blue and pink frothy. The botanical garden
soap oriental perfumes, so the neo-fiction Botanical baptizes his work, and turning between a plant and the other caressing scent of clean white roses, violets vaporous, Marseille sunflowers, lilies, wild, scales of azaleas, primroses East India Company and neat colored daisy petals.
The rain took refuge in the sky coming in the clouds to go to another country as the sun evaporates fresh lavender flowers such as mint.
When the sun goes to bed then leaves the afterglow chained in the flower garden, the young restorer pending its cosmic companion is sitting on a block of different layers of multi-colored soap, plucking petals, make them dissolve on contact with skin.
The moon sees him and gives him a new emotion animating and transforming a plant orchids at a young lover of a night in the middle of summer .. then out of sight of the gold that the morning brings a gift to sun!

Dave-