Kusuma When Stevenson began to speak, at the precise moment when his now fragile and nervous system was almost irretrievably fucked for him to say a few words, and trembling tuttosommato quite trivial - after all, as he had whispered a few minutes before Ms. Rosemary ('Dickie') * Annie all of them there were past and everyone had thought, she was sure, the same things and inevitably after several minutes of suspect words and syntax are characterized by a very precarious and / or indecipherable things would be put 'on track', so he said just minutes before with RA a small shiny piece of basil between the upper front incisors that showed a result of a smile surrounded by deep black wrinkles, hands hidden in the pockets - just at that moment, a voice from the street came in the room invaded by white neon light, passing through the port on which were engraved the letters AA MEETING immediately below it (spray) Faggots, then along the narrow corridor formed by two squares of black chairs of the appropriate type folding, only to end up on stage alone and turned the chair upside down and the white face and off of Mr. Kusuma. She still felt the sound of rain.
K. was never a great orator, and almost certainly lacked the knowledge of a large part of the historical figure of the same. K. drank regularly, Gin with greater insistence, and this could help in any way a possible career in public speaking, thought K. She breathed deeply, trying to feel a bit of life to emerge from somewhere inside his body disgustingly thin and opaque, curved, without getting even a partial success, as was the case in every attempt to be too long and narrow to be remembered . By anyone, and especially by Stevenson Kusuma. The group that night, 11:27 pm EC, was identified as 'White Rabbit', etymology of strange as if it is associated to the faces of lost souls present and seated with strange angles on black chairs, mostly so agitated / neurotic. But in the end none of them could afford the luxury of analyzing the intrinsic semiotics, and so they stood there, staring at Mr. Kusuma tired eyes waiting to hear an indirect salvation, an empathy, a complicity.
- and what scares me most is that my story you know it all already. Even those who still did not understand.
* This nickname refers to an unpleasant domestic incident happened a few years earlier, during which the husband of Mrs. R. was fatally shot following a reproductive organ cut the hand of the pair of kitchen scissors usually used on Thanksgiving, and that in their bottom drawer next to the furnace were always anonymous and quite boring. Ms. R., who was behind these scissors occasion, was held in just over 5 minutes totally sketch / sick / made the third ordinary civil court, and so confined in a facility first psychiatric help, and then wait for various therapeutic groups, including that of the White Rabbit (see below) was for a number of reasons, by far his favorite.
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