The dilated doubt that the world made evolve in the sense of universal fear,
Much of a game, however, in all those discussions, where the movie tones parade endlessly complaints and accusations, disguising themselves as understandable and friendly figures. Anyway, that distracted me for an entire weekend, until I once again had the turn to repeat under what circumstances the interlocutory levers, with some accent of provocation, would gradually become evident and the conversations that would be linked to them, relevant. Nothing agreed upon, unpleasant, again --- they were once again part of the old forbidden group of stories, projections, guesses. Suddenly, we had forgotten all the importance of that in favor of the "dangerous positions" in the game of mere life, its high risk premium amid questions like: "How secure beyond this?" All of them noted repeatedly, until they fell to the level of the most vulgar in society. how many obstacles, and how many possibilities (at the same time) of eliminating them by spending a little money. Virile in the first hour, apparently effeminate after the capacity of their poses expired! The dilated doubt that the world made evolve in the sense of universal fear, an immanent tendency and in need of transmutation, only on the basis of "DRAW AND THEN OBSERVE", which always resulted in a spectacle of displeased faces and grimaces touching the clock's hand with their eyes, without any will, in a certain way apprehensive before the mimetic qualities of life's quotation.
SABRINA
ResponderExcluir(wondering: ‘’Is living in acid the system of the genital light of the gods?, a bird in love with the first abyss?, without a clear alcove, received as a gift in the kingdom of the invisible heart? It is, naturally, a way of dying by crumbling, whose honey inaugurates, each time, its own meanders. Incendiary pollen, semen of viscera transported in the astral light, green or red attempt, mysterious homeland of moss. Wow!, that’s what they say, if time goes or gets stuck in us. Kingdom of roots with the glow of mint, wet pubis of the poem, part of the wet earthly dwelling ---- as if the cascades of misfortune, of amber, of nostrils had transgressed my substance and I, from this moment, took you away with me, oh K!)
They grope, looking for faces similar to theirs amidst all the pre-chewed dialogue of the news. Jungle of operating costs and fluctuations, also the (why not?) secret ink of some meditation - first polygon of an escape movement? Oh otherness, oh authority with brokerage financing. How much sentimental irradiation! Each function affiliated with its own brevity (in tacit terms) is as if it had soon never existed!
K
ResponderExcluirHow’s the lobster, Kat? Château Yquen with foie gras for starters and a Château-Palmer with lamb and a shot of thousand-year-old Armagnac with Rigno coffee. Damn, have we lost our trust in things, right now, when we’ve just appeared on the tiny beach dance floor, our mystical gaze fixed, after hours of monitoring computers? Sorry, I’m just a lawyer. I’m all about garlic-spiced mushrooms sizzling on hollow bricks and Alsatian cheese breads stacked on a wooden platter. My profession has no bearing on these plates of caviar and sausages and smoked trout you brought here from Davos.
SABRINA
... they shock because of their irrelevance and the absolutely null generality of their postulates... to cover with half a dozen banal words some physical or psychological fact that will only serve to re-edit, in favor of some company or politician, one of those collective, universal smiles that advertising and politics use as we use roads, airports and rolls of toilet paper, smiles that we borrow when we lack the feeling of having a brain, of having content, smiles that we see everywhere.