Speaking with my friend, the same as Ames and Kim Ki Duk (here we end up at the fair east), told me that two weeks ago at a concert Capossela and is' taken such a colossal hangover and not commensurate with the amount 'of alcohol ingested, even counting the fact that it is not' an occasional drinker, suppose that someone has put some kind of substance in the glass. It 'goes without saying that I thought the piece of the Ramones "Somebody put something in my drink."
to think of it, and to be honest, was my friend and confidant A. Cimatti, including a draft of Guinness and the other behind the bar-pub dell'irish property 'of his family, while I sat on a stool sipping the fresh delight, beginning with the vast' ocean of the superb and extraordinary painting of the great Cezanne. Oh Augustan spirit of the universe! Oh great sensitivity 'humanistic! You reach that stimuli and the more 'hidden recesses of human nature. What I will reveal hidden wonders in the eyes, even to my eyes just to make mention of the monumental poet from Recanati, probably the most 'largest ever in the West, to me, which until then had primarily literary approach.
Being a great connoisseur of letters (call me Grand Master), a fine commentator, and as he, A. Cimatti (do not think it's my alter ego) a painter Gogol, in the sense that burns his paintings as soon as they finished, soon finds more 'of a union of mutually enriched by new knowledge and perspectives. Deepening the already 'mentioned description of spilling creative, not silent, 'the truth' above all as suggested by Aristotle Stagira, the fact that he has not exactly a wide and comprehensive pictorial culture of landscape evolution over the centuries, but on the other hand able to grasp, with the sweet naivete 'a' bee as it feeds to survive while not completely understanding the mechanisms that first move everything 'that surrounds pollinators and fertilizes the flower that feeds, in an artist or even in a work that captivates the most' minimal and deep shades, the ones that make the work unique, and if 'standing (not the instrument used in ancient times to navigate, which is based on measuring the angle of elevation of a celestial body, and the' written attacked), innovating and proposer new royalties, styles, studios, horizons, know how to do his, includes enhanced to regenerate a new life of its own interpretation. Outputs, outputs from your homes, run the streets and shouted with fervor, proclaiming the advent of a Genius.
Cezanne was known, from what I remember, that Cimatti start 'to paint en plein air. Before painting the garage of his home, between the motion of his brother and various garden tools. You can imagine that it could undertake research on light. As Pissarro call 'Cezanne painting of apres neture near Pontoise, and as Nathan Zuckerman was invited (or perhaps sends itself'?) From EI Lonoff (to you the distinction between reality 'and artficio literary idiots bad, be ', in this case is not' so 'hard is not it?) in the same way I Cimatti invited to my uncle's house in the beautiful mountains of the Marche, including beech and oak trees. I talk about 'how long Cezanne had used the technique of short stretches tight array of Impressionist, to govern its violent brushstroke. How Paul Cezanne (1839/1906) did not intend to give the impression of what 'he saw, but to paint half of the research underlying forms stable and eternal in nature. "From Cezanne brush receives all material consistency," he said one day when, after a walk in the woods semiascetica, I had reached the clivus where he had arranged with everything you need. It was a beautiful day and the air clear and limpid allowed to roam with his eyes to the horizon line. The view was superb, just to break the wind. Dramatically beautiful. I remember exactly that they do not grasp anything or almost all the speeches Cimatti 'cause I almost immaterial hovered lightly above the spatiality' full of empty and filled (air-ground, although 'the air is by no means empty, but here the register and 'poetic, not scientific), contrasting colors, intense shades, immensity,' size, I was walking towards the inscrutability 'of my being, was approaching the achievement of my true "self" when suddenly it happened something strange, unusual Truncated
the first part of this piece as battles in the north, we continue now changing the subject.
Now I'll talk about 'when Antitoi brothers were slaughtered, and since you are a subhuman shit less, so you are well aware' may be able to rise ever so slightly from the state of mental dullness moral intellectual culture in which you are decomposed corpses buried like all my life .
One of the tasks of the Gately and Ennet 'of arrabattarsi to cook on weekdays, which means that at least a couple of times a week can' get on Pat Ford Aventura Montesian, and that 'a variant of the old Mustang, and go the Purity Supreme supermarket shopping. The Ford and Pat Montesian 'was put forward by her husband's dark, sober for ten years-e' a car enthusiast-e 'clear and black to look like the sea at night, has two alarm systems and metal bars to attach to the steering when you go down. The engine noise is more like 'a supersonic jet and a car for more' and 'equipped with an air intake that comes out from the hood like a periscope. For Gately and 'so' closely tied to that feels like a missile launched and where it needs to carry out her household chores. How
Chef Don G. provides a procedure without exception of crap like: a dense loaf with chunks of American cheese and half a box of cornflakes to give compactness, boiled hot dogs, chicken Shake'n Bake the texture of leather, cooked spaghetti for more 'than an hour . Only
most residents' hardened by street life dare to make comments on these groceries. E 'already' been said that the head of Gately and 'square? An almost perfect square, massive, looks like a box. In the past, let the elevator doors shut on his head. Some say that the food of Don G. makes you really appreciate what we're drinking together. Geoffrey Day and said 'great, for once, leave the table without feeling full. However, Wade McDade, from a flask easy Ashland Ky, and Doony Glynn, who still feels dizzy and sick for half a disaster with the Workers Comp last year, every week on Wednesday, 'the days of spaghetti, Gately is being well aware that still in the kitchen, make this scene in which McDade enter into the living room before it is served to eat and says, "Oh how nice, there are some fabulous spaghetti tonight, Doonster and Doony Glynn says," Ooh, this time it will be 'all beautiful soft and McDade says, "You can leave your teeth at home, boy" with the voice of a Kentucky sheriff and accompanying him at the table as if it were a retarded child.
Then one night it happens that two new residents demanding the usual pantomime staged by that princess and the pea-want-another-thing-to-eat. No. 1, Amy J. that vibrates like an aspen, and there lacks little that will stick him in a sign that read: helpless victim. PLEASE COCCOLATEMI, and complains the dye No 4 causes the dense headaches (G. Don from the at least one week before he returned straight to Talwin) and the other, Joelle D. Van that informs them of being vegetarian and would prefer to eat an insect rather than being downwind of a boiled hot dog. Then that night, Pat Montesian asked Don G. to go to the Purity Supreme in Allston to buy something because 'the two young ladies from stomachino can be a delicate omelet or something. According to Gately that attitude would encourage the inclination of the drug to feel special, but has long since stopped trying to figure out Pat M.
E 'an evening with a strange time, with thunder and sleet. At the end Gately, after that for nine months every morning wore his raincoat oilcloth to take the green line of 04:30 h, and 'failed to distinguish the sound of thunder from that of the Ewd catapults.
He likes to travel by train to 75 km in June Verde 'C along the whole of the Commonwealth to see how far can block his way on the tracks when you meet with the Brighton anenue. Admittedly this is' an obscure remnant of his old behavior when he had little self-esteem and wanted to experience the thrill of suicide. Do not have a license, that is not 'his car, and' a work of automotive art of inestimable value, is driving the car of her boss, the person to life, and maybe that 'even in love, is running to buy vegetables for a new pair of eyes that rotate and trembling like leaves' cause I'm just out of detox.
With his arm out like a taxi driver, Gately shoots in the territory of Boston University. You can go on Storrow
500 from the Commonwealth over Kenmore attrverso this two-lane road obscured by the overpass that bisects the Fens. In practice, the 500 and Storrow 'an urban freeway that runs along the blue Chuck for all the backbone of Cambridge. The Charles has a bright color even when the sky threatened thunder and rain. Gately decided to buy the stuff to make omelettes with new arrivals at Bread and Circus in Inman Square in Cambridge. Once a stand east of Inman Square Portuguese whore cocaine had tried to persuade Don G. to eat something that had tentacles. But he had eaten a nice sandwich. Now Gately passes like lightning through Inman, directed to B & C in the most 'in the west much more' chic, more 'near Harvard, suddenly all the lights are green and gracious, the ten-cylinder wake of Aventura raises a strange microtornado of flyers thrown away, and paper bags and plastic bags of fast food and housing of a syringe and cigarette butts and rubbish of all kinds and so on. The focus
narrative suddenly changes when Don. G. passes in front of the shop "Antitoi Entertainment" and the blast caused the car flies a cup crushed by sending him crashing into the door of the shop.
The noise and 'identical to that when someone knocks with the knuckles, it appears in the doorway a minute later a burly, bearded type with a typical-looking Canadian Canadian checkered shirt and does not seem at all pleased to have been interrupted in half of what his sleeves to reveal a foreign dinner, a .44 revolver absurdly large check from the waistband of his jeans.
The member and brother of Lucien Antitoi, the equally corpulent Bertraund-to-time 'still in the closet at the back where the two slept on cots on a veritable arsenal of Luger and Colt and Smith & Wesson and assault rifles and listen to the station Cqcb and make plans and smoke high ganja hydroponic USA beautiful glass and resin, and mount sew flags etc..
Even if they participated in one or two shipments of separatists antionan, you can 'say that's not a cell Antitoi more insurgents' fearsome. Almost always act alone, do not have external contacts, a core monomitotico, eccentric and near incompetence.
Once he entered the shop an old man with long hair who was wearing a Nehru jacket type and a hat with a skull embroidered on the front playing the violin, and was continually V sign with his fingers, the sign which had been naively interpreted by Bertraund, who had thought it was a sign of solidarity 'with the patriotic struggle in the world. Lucien was supposed to be instead of some obscenity 'USA esplanade laughing in the face to people who do not understand the insult, just like one of those sadistic guardians to Lucien the "ecole special" Ste-Anne-des-Monts, who had spent weeks taught him to say "go chier, putain" and told him that meant <
So the gentleman at the end had managed to barter a mirror for eighteen pharmacy lavender diamond-shaped tablets that had to be assured of a drug 650mg powerfully harmful that it would seem the worst psychedelic experience a day on the couch of massage spa Basel. Later he had Antitoi those sold in tablet M. Pemulis.
Most of the shop space "Antitoi Entertainment 'and' dedicated to the glass.
They placed the curved mirrors and tops in certain angles and in strategic places so that each side of the room is reflected in every other part, which agitates and confuses customers and minimizes the trading price.
In short, the two brothers were killed by members of the AFR-Assassins des fauteuils Rollants-(murder of the wheelchair), Quebechiani very violent separatist terrorists, who come into the room believing they are the parent cartridge of "Infinite Jest" the only one to be watched.
chido Bertraund is killed by a rail in one eye, while Lucien is pushed to the extremities 'tip of the handle of his broom in the mouth and pushed down to make him out by the extremist' side of the trunk.
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