Monday, September 28, 2009

Isabella Soprano In Cathouse

This painful survival instinct

To those who feel death as the tramp of the Bpi.
He is young, red as a Scot, he wears a black jacket and a small cap, pants too short to just which joins evil filthy socks and bandages still white, still new to her wrists. I would gives 3 or 4 months. 28 years and 3 or 4 months of birth in the street. I thought when I saw him sitting, he should be unemployed as those in the media of Evry, like me and them that arose in corners waiting for closure. I told myself that one has nothing to do with those days, it was perhaps no more. He spent his afternoons to queue for the ticket Internet. I did not realize that the coat that does not leave it's a trick tramp who has always cold because he is always hungry. But as I stood in line for the ticket, the student front of me would not move to stay away from that stank of death. I thought asshole, breathe through the mouth and does not your sissy. That's what I did. This smell of rot, I wonder if this is the same as dead. This young lost disgusting with his wrists healed should be dead but it is the sickening smell dirty, the smell of life on tour, moldy, overripe, which develops and tightens the delicate guts of those who fear the future. I thought we were all behind the death was expected, that we trampled and advancing behind her. Him, the tramp who has missed has nothing to fear. And what can he fear when there is nothing to wait, when people of good will he had cauterized the wounds of a failed suicide and left him stuck in his life, fallen, failed, destroyed?
I do not see it in Paris, an exhibition of monsters in the open. I should mention it that, on all fours, spitting on the ground to make a composition of saliva on the asphalt, with teeth like crazy pious singing in a language that even God does not know, the one who asked girls in marriage in the subway, and all the poor every day through the city without stopping to die because it is Never ones to decide if it's worth it. And the bum wrist healed who are scratching their heads until they look at life on the Internet successful.

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Enlarged Uterus Causes At 46