"I chose to take the field and take care of public affairs, because they do not want to live in a country ruled by illiberal forces and immature men intertwined politically and economically to a past fall ..." The TV is
extinguished with a hiss. He threw away the remote control, which bounced off the back of the sofa to the ground ending. She walked the whole room with her eyes, disgusted. His eye fell on the ashtray overflowing with cigarette butts, which plagued the air with the smell of ashes and nicotine. In the midst of so many yellow filters of cigarettes he realized he had left a half-barrel. He leaned on the couch to reach the ashtray, took the barrel and if lit. Sprang the characteristic smell of paraffin and hashish.
"Smoke of shit" he thought, and then, "better than nothing."
He rose from the couch, she wanted to make music. He started leafing in the midst of dozens of CDs that filled the shelves of the cabinet, always had that sense of anxiety that oppressed the pit of my stomach, and dissatisfaction for all.
Rammstein, Black Sabbath, HIM, Nirvana, Can, Soundgarden, Pantera, Placebo, Pearl Jam ... "mmmh, Pearl Jam ..." He blew a puff of smoke
brown, said the coils curl in the air and then climb up the tent and disappear. "Pearl Jam ..."
course there was the Latin version to be finished, and then the English homework, but those answers would have improvised on site, the old woman never got up from the chair and, for a level playing field, did not never raise the students as to the Latin version was copied before the bell by the sympathetic with that bitch Joan, yes that would have broken my balls but then he would say something that would have convinced and therefore ok.
Of course then he always thought of her, the girl he liked and could not care less (she, of course) and wondered how do you persuade someone of something that is not interested, you should invent a device to enter people's brains, but in the end the fault was his because maybe something could have done, but we could do if approached as soon as he felt completely the mercy of his body and its sensations and could never really say what he felt?
On the other hand could not even speak with her, as had never been able to talk about anything with her, that there was ever. When his mother did not work went to play tennis, it was like he was going to say fuck the dentist. When he returned he had always some new clothes, a shit, some accessories. "I went downtown" he said. His father fucked
money to the bank and we bought the bike that allowed him to escape the confrontation with his wife. Their union was well represented by photos of the wedding, with shattered glass and the frame broken patched with tape.
turned on the TV, but no sound, who knows maybe they did something, so then turn off the music and watching the telly, but for now there was a dick, then smoked his cannon.
The disc was left for some time, as he followed the silent images of the five boys who competed in dance, singing and acting, the audience criticized them and then took to launch invectives. From the mouths wide open and features contracts were certainly fighting. The two
the pope was speaking, that probably would say that gay people destroy the Italian family, the three was one of those pussies crazy for advertising a perfume. If he was eating with his eyes. Of course, success. The success gives you this and that, but someday, who knows when, he would have found success. Who knows when, one day. The future for him was always something to come, always a hope of doing something great, a dream too wild to even be nominated, never unawakened, all heart and no brain, with its heart one screen, with its heart attacked, throwing against his life, his heart laid bare, so fragile and so strong, and if the shit he did, alone with his heart, to swim against the current, constant boredom and a murderous rage. There were times when he wanted to cry, cry so hard to break through the walls, pave the mountains shake the earth. But then in the end it never cried, because then who knows what the neighbors think, and then screamed into a pillow, smothering her screams, but then hurt his throat to the heat, and was left empty, to wander about the house, bouncing off the walls like those insects on the window. So then he went out, so empty, take the car and went off by a friend who was bored as he listened to music with which angry people like them, or looked film-taking appetite.
Most often, however, remained at home, and he lit a joint, then maybe a second, then maybe a fear of its setting "tube" and was left lying on the couch, listening to music, jumping on the notes while running down beneath his feet, always ahead towards the end of the piece. Sometimes, on those roads without notes, he happened to meet people, animals, fantasy creatures, but do not address never interact with them, she ran on the flow of music, always forward, toward the end of the piece. But when the piece was over, opened the front of a black hole, he stood a jump and fell down ... down ... You know, right? When the music's over, turn out the light ...
When fell felt a sense of warmth mixed with lethargy, a little 'anesthetized, ready to land again on his couch, ready for dinner, ready for school, ready for his friends, ready for life.
The album was finished. He opened his eyes slowly, he realized that the TV was still on. He dropped his hand from her lap at his side, took the remote and turned up the volume:
"the four, having lured the girl into a shed, and beat her and then repeatedly raped. The boys, all fifteen year olds, will be heard by the juvenile court. But we feel the colonel of the Police: - They were regular guys, from normal families, nothing could presage the event. What can I say ... normal, regular guys ... "
Normal.
Noia constant.
micidale and anger.
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