Thursday, May 27, 2010
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Yesterday Pauline told me that she was a teenager, to some extent, manic. For example, at school, when he was ten hours, and wore comfortable shoes mid-day washing his armpits and changed his shirt. And when he was having a shower and made her very often, if you accidentally put one foot while drying on the floor, was still in the shower. This is because it was mania. And then, as I explained why I thought I hope that now tell me that smelled like a teenager for a hormonal problem, so I write on the blog, and I got distracted and I did not understand why Mrs Pauline as a teenager so you wash obsessive and now ask him annoys me.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
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Before Yesterday Then
There was this lady, in Viale Abruzzi, who was talking to another, telling her something, and it seemed as if the want to eat.
There was this lady, in Viale Abruzzi, who was talking to another, telling her something, and it seemed as if the want to eat.
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I thought, is not it, they told me today, but I also think that in fact the instrument of Fabre is not just the pen, but the way he crosses the opposite meanings. Create pictures with well developed and so great a tool as irrelevant as the pen and so tiny as the tip of a pen. And then I thought my drawings were so beautiful that it is not because they were just drawings with the pen. But then they told me today that mine are better because I'm saving the world of human culture with a simple pen in hand.
Monday, May 24, 2010
Itchy Spots On The Legs
blue
Years ago I saw an exhibition of Jan Fabre where they were exposed to the enormous blue paintings he had done with the bic. They were beautiful. Then I too for a while 'I started to make drawings with bic blue, only they are smaller and less beautiful than those of Jan Fabre. Then maybe a little 'me put them sull'Accalappiacani, but in black and white.
Years ago I saw an exhibition of Jan Fabre where they were exposed to the enormous blue paintings he had done with the bic. They were beautiful. Then I too for a while 'I started to make drawings with bic blue, only they are smaller and less beautiful than those of Jan Fabre. Then maybe a little 'me put them sull'Accalappiacani, but in black and white.
Monday, May 17, 2010
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If there is something terrible in this film by Koreeda, Doll Air, Air Doru, Kuki Ningyo this poem is ready-which is exactly where we are waiting, with old half-dead who recites poetry, the bulimic that fills the emptiness with food, the manufacturer of dolls fatalistic, etc., and in essence the substance is that we are all empty to make, some people will end up in those combustible waste in non-fuel and end all monsters. Then there is a scene, maybe two, with sexual metaphors that could turn them Kim Ki-Duk in recent times and other nasty stuff in a bad cgi, with floating bubbles and dandelions. I did not like this movie.
Monday, May 10, 2010
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The king is a gentleman very low
There was once this king that he was very low, but nobody knows, because he was ashamed to be very low and then walked around on stilts. It was so good to go on stilts, he had learned as a child, that no one had ever noticed that they had, even his mother. And he was ashamed of being so low and so wanted be so high, the tallest, who had built a palace on the extent where everything was so high that a normal person it would take a ladder to get to things. We passed a horse, under the dining table, and in fact sometimes it was there when he was not found elsewhere. And the bed was so big that you could play the game of cricket, and in fact sometimes it was raining outside we played the king in bed. It was all so, with things a bit 'awkward to get there and there was in fact the king himself, in this building uncomfortable. Every now and then there was the Queen, but not always, indeed, just, and the horse under the table. And then one day it happened that he fell on the king's palace and the palace a huge meteorite collapsed down everything except a corner. And his subjects down to cry The king is dead, the king is dead. And the queen, who that day was to drink tea and aunts, down to cry too, even if her husband could see little and always from a distance. And the civil protection down to dig and dig until the rubble is not jumping out of this little man down low who does not cry, him, but laughs, joy, smiles and walks away.
There was once this king that he was very low, but nobody knows, because he was ashamed to be very low and then walked around on stilts. It was so good to go on stilts, he had learned as a child, that no one had ever noticed that they had, even his mother. And he was ashamed of being so low and so wanted be so high, the tallest, who had built a palace on the extent where everything was so high that a normal person it would take a ladder to get to things. We passed a horse, under the dining table, and in fact sometimes it was there when he was not found elsewhere. And the bed was so big that you could play the game of cricket, and in fact sometimes it was raining outside we played the king in bed. It was all so, with things a bit 'awkward to get there and there was in fact the king himself, in this building uncomfortable. Every now and then there was the Queen, but not always, indeed, just, and the horse under the table. And then one day it happened that he fell on the king's palace and the palace a huge meteorite collapsed down everything except a corner. And his subjects down to cry The king is dead, the king is dead. And the queen, who that day was to drink tea and aunts, down to cry too, even if her husband could see little and always from a distance. And the civil protection down to dig and dig until the rubble is not jumping out of this little man down low who does not cry, him, but laughs, joy, smiles and walks away.
Sunday, May 9, 2010
My Toes Turn Purple In Cast
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And then I remember that time when my dad was sick and had cancer and my mother had a kind of modesty, shame, I think, for this cancer, and did not say to anyone, even to him the ' he said, as long as he could, and that time I remember, a colleague called the office, my dad had recently executive director and if you call you even when you have cancer, especially if they do not know you have it. In short, this calls for a linking problem, he says, work, and my mom, again that modesty, which is perhaps shame, that prevents the look to say No, now has cancer, I can not let go, my mother, So, I'll pass. And my father who is under morphine and saw Jimi Hendrix in the bedroom, I do not know what the mica may have said. But later, no one has called more, from the office.
And then I remember that time when my dad was sick and had cancer and my mother had a kind of modesty, shame, I think, for this cancer, and did not say to anyone, even to him the ' he said, as long as he could, and that time I remember, a colleague called the office, my dad had recently executive director and if you call you even when you have cancer, especially if they do not know you have it. In short, this calls for a linking problem, he says, work, and my mom, again that modesty, which is perhaps shame, that prevents the look to say No, now has cancer, I can not let go, my mother, So, I'll pass. And my father who is under morphine and saw Jimi Hendrix in the bedroom, I do not know what the mica may have said. But later, no one has called more, from the office.
Thursday, May 6, 2010
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Then there's those days that you wake up and you're in a place, but my thoughts are already somewhere else. You are at: bed and bath that you're already in the shower, the shower and while you think of the breakfast, and do you breakfast while you're on the subway and the subway do not read because you're in the office and work, and while you're at the office and think about work at work and make a list for items with the things you need to do, even the writing, not to forget, and while working at a point you are already in the next, and when it is time to mentally go along this road will take you all ' and on buses do not read because you think you have to do when we got home, and while you're on the stairs you are already on the couch, on the couch and do not read because you think of things to do before going to bed, and when you are think about in bed when you get up the next day, soon, to make the case. And then the morning comes and you're tired, the day before you seem to have done so much, I have read recently and that he never slept.
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