Thursday, August 04, 2005

Ieri sera mi sono seduta e questo ragazzo italiano mi ha raccontato una storia, il posto sulla moquette era vuoto, si e' chinato qualcuno che puzzava come un ispettore di polizia, non avevo la luce negli occhi e il ragazzo che masticava la cicca mandava un odore di cannella, sentivo. Ci fosse stata una luce d'argento avrei detto che non era niente, ma era quella normale della sera: raccontava cose sul conto degli angeli e del sesso, poteva anche essere vero, che poi voleva solo una cosa da me anche questo era vero, in media ci metto venti secondi a capirlo quando e' vero. Sia chiaro: la voleva in una maniera che meglio non poteva: con fantasia. Solita fantasia stirata sotto una spessa coltre di ormoni: era pronto alla terza guerra mondiale laggiu', il ragazzo che parlava degli angeli. Ho fatto veloci ipotesi sulla sua potenza di fuoco, mi sono sentita bastarda, ma e' sempre una piccola rivincita di genere, ho contrattacato versandomi birra e attorcigliandomi nel vuoto, ma ancora una volta per dire la verita' ho dovuto pensare a una bugia.

Ps. Titolo: tempo di reazione: "quanto ci mettete, care lettrici, a capire che quello vi si vuole fare?"

1 Comments:

Blogger 'Thought & Humor' said...

We work like a horse.
We eat like a pig.
We like to play chicken.
You can get someone's goat.
We can be as slippery as a snake.
We get dog tired.
We can be as quiet as a mouse.
We can be as quick as a cat.
Some of us are as strong as an ox.
People try to buffalo others.
Some are as ugly as a toad.
We can be as gentle as a lamb.
Sometimes we are as happy as a lark.
Some of us drink like a fish.
We can be as proud as a peacock.
A few of us are as hairy as a gorilla.
You can get a frog in your throat.
We can be a lone wolf.
But I'm having a whale of a time!

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May I suggest that you do
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honor your encyclopedic/omniscient
Designer/Architect as well
as your revering audience.

Please remember to never
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existence for their quintessence.

There is a time for everything,
a season for every activity
under heaven. A time to be
born and a time to die. A
time to plant and a time to
harvest. A time to kill and
a time to heal. A time to
tear down and a time to
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search and a time to lose. A
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speak up. A time to love
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Howdy
Editor
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P.S. One thing of which I am sure is
that the common culture of my youth
is gone for good. It was hollowed out
by the rise of ethnic "identity politics,"
then splintered beyond hope of repair
by the emergence of the web-based
technologies that so maximized and
facilitated cultural choice as to make
the broad-based offerings of the old
mass media look bland and unchallenging
by comparison."

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