and after a long time I find myself sitting at my old battered wooden desk flexa striped dismembered and shaky and listening to the last great album of New Yorkers MGMT in Brooklyn with their electronic sound I said listening to this music enveloping immersive listening to write short, sometimes touching, and I drink tea I drink tea and write freely and aimlessly without either project without actually advancing just for the pleasure of hearing the sound of my fingers dry and gnarled flowing tap tap on the keyboard tap tap stlak that is the sound of the button to the blank space as the English say gap between two words is not intended as a space like what's up there in heaven and which are aliens but I have a terrible cold outside in These days it freezes just do not understand why the architect of the world has felt obliged to add the other three winter seasons were already at the bottom of certain so many year lasts longer but at what price the price is just this cold that I rincitrullisce and forces me to drink a virtually infinite amount of tea without being able to appreciate the aroma in reality, I know that is just a taste sorted and packed by the lords of Twinings for me and thousands of my fellow humans who drink the same tea that comes from far away to ship donkey caravan train pipeline and / or whatever and get on my table
in an exclusive tin box those who satisfy the need for aesthetic appearance in the form of my colleagues and my customers but I digress the real issue here were just nuts in decorative glass jar type relief resting on the wooden floor of my old desk, but I eat nuts every now and then I do not like so much is not good to eat between meals and does not write well without argument and instead I fuck so apparently I do not care and tap tap tap tap my words are just like those peanuts all more or less similar, more or less similar chromatically more or less tasteless and certainly already passed the mouths of others not just these but some other exactly the same
understand the drama
but now I try to laugh now because of serious people to pose for too long is something to be arrogant or hypocritical idiots and it's very short now to laugh now change the subject and tell you a story a story about a parrot who is leaning on the shoulder of a black man walking down the street but suddenly stops no longer stands still walking in the street staring at the blank with that funny parrot on his shoulder property and he too is all the fault of the old jack who has realized that this is a very politically incorrect story so that perhaps I should not tell it all and then change topic again and let the black man and the parrot to their inert immobility and spoke of the Italian example seems to be the 150th anniversary of the unification of Italy tell a joke to say say it's been a lot of short time this revival of a nation that had grown but we still make the Italians seems to me that now they are quite well done and not let this jokes nobody remembers what that Italy has ever admitted that there maybe on the books you Guidorizzi perhaps we should remember the Guidorizzi ask him where is the Italy of which he wrote at the end it seemed that he knew well that they were almost friends but then we know that at a certain age getting older you start to lose many good habits such example out of the house using technologically advanced instruments and keeping alive our friendships here that I wonder if the Guidorizzi and Italy are still friends who knows I see people here who knows there confused but maybe it's just my mirror there's some who still does not make a tragedy and is distracted by the word cunt but someone there is the problem and go and get drunk by force of circumstances because the solution's escapes and at this point as not to think that on the old Hemingway knew a lot more, and then you can not think of the mandarins that unlike apples have understood how it works out if they have a reason and facts have already been carefully divided into segments and as yet do not think joe strummer
saying that thinking is why wake up in the morning and had
probably right, though we must not forget that in sleep the brain does not cease way to work in this regard even remember the song of the three dead boys gay cinema dream but so little is entitled to stay in theme music and give another great master of commercial creativity mean to forget about what he said but remember that opportunities strummer Once in a lifetime so as carpe diem and goodnight
are two different and opposing views in my opinion, although certainly not the only
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