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normal life

vertigo.

Haste.

Doctor throws his eyes down, over the window, across the street. He lost his sense of direction and time, estranged, spit out from the here and now, even outside of itself, empty head going round in circles, out of that stuff called embarrassing and weak body, you touch my hand with one arm The sky throws water, air!, hot air and hot asphalt still in contact with the cool rain evaporates, more so here, looks out, leans over, leaving wet, the skin slips drips, hugs fingers his own flesh to feel the pressure strong, almost pain, real pain, here ... so, now it's better, close the shutters fast, anger and fear, a quick gesture and broken, I want a normal life.

With white fire of the air conditioner remote control, stop. Throw a heavy sigh, her hands hardened nerves fragile. opens the door, closes the door behind him, headed towards the Department.

The corridor the swallows.

briskly broke constant. Long, the corridor. SINGLE BURNER perspective, everything converges at a point, just one point, all lines, past, present or no future and, above all in the same flimsy fucking dot. The walls were closing on him as he walks, the dress like the allisciano a mantle hot too hot synthetic orticante, steps and rhythm of breath and rubbing the fine arts in starched work clothes and thick, and the heart affected, jumping and dancing out of time, and failed dirty crack the accuracy of that march that sick breaks the second. Dotteressa ... Dr. ... Dr. destr'e to left, Dr. here and there, all who know her all that greet everyone that are looking, gesturing, exaggerate, you reach, and she recognizes and welcomes anyone with a cold metallic voice, pre-recorded disc, speak without meaning, a kind of tic of good manners.

Walls sbianchicce aseptic go, like the faces, the green shirts, neon shot eyes, and the lighthouse Discovolante the Operating Room.

briskly. Toward that dot, life and death. And he does! On the walls, they stick close to the skin on her, the floor gives way at every step, and the ceiling and the voices and the neon and the smell in the nose that seems strange now infamous bastard, all folds open surrenders her below her, Dr. ... Doctor ... it all ends joins ends, it ends here, I end up here.

Adapted from KissNotKill, progress in working with two hands Dino Mimmo

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Air

The narrow entrance, the long, narrow and dimly lit hallway, and kitchen have sucked off the light and people.

empty of life in the kitchen is warm moist and flavorful, tastes good, but Nina was vomiting on the surface of the throat, click, sticky finger on the switch blackened wire Port, a cone of yellow light rain from the ceiling, draw a perfect circle on the floor, Nina window opens, air air!, dank that smells like dirty house mixes of AFA dark street. Nina opens the windows opaque. Child crouches on the windowsill, leaned, looking down, down below, the sticky asphalt called pull pull, like a magnet. But look, all right this time, he insists, and look, lost orientation and balance, you know how we are bad here?, All women of the neighborhood, and their husbands, fat, young, fat lovers, fathers, uncles, fat, even cats, to find this angel skinny mashed on the pavement. He loses his balance and slipped. Slip on your side bangs falling behind in the one place where there is a little meat, falls, beats flesh and blood on the floor in this kitchen freddomarmo flushed sweating sweating. A surreal frost, now, from within. Nina trembles inside the dress.

taken from KissNotKill, working in progess with two hands Dino Mimmo

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Calendars and toast

One of the reasons why The Lord of the Rings has that unique, unmistakable flavor of reality, is the sophistication and detail of cronolgia: every move of the first Fellowship of the Ring, and individual characters later, is in a precise date in sync with the others. Most fans will recall from memory the most important dates: September 22, birthday of Bilbo and Frodo, December 25 in the Fellowship leaves Rivendell, March 25 in which the Ring is destroyed.
JRR Tolkien, however, did not just invent stories, continents, peoples and languages: he also invented calendars which count the passage of time, different for each people. That is why, on those dates, there is often in discussions, debates, or at least, among the most Tolkien fans "fundamentalists": the birthday of Bilbo and Frodo falls on September 22, or 22 uccellaio (which is actually our September 13)?
on a date, however, Tolkien fans around the world agree, and all together (at least in spirit) to celebrate: today, January 3, birthday of JRR Tolkien. The way to celebrate is decent, but definitely hobbit: a toast, according to English custom. The instructions are simple: to make the Birthday Toast us stands up, stands a glass of the beverage of your choice (not necessarily alcoholic), and you say the words "the Professor" before drinking a sip. Then, sit back and enjoy the rest of your drink.
The Tolkien Society has also organized English a website on which you can "subscribe" to toast the birthday (in English: Birthday Toast).
We only leave a photo: Proudneck are the toast of Rome's Birthday 2010.