Multiple Myeloma And Groin Pain

No glossy (not just a project )

The late running below zero with icy hands just now after almost 20 too I watch from the beginning to the new reading Project No foyer renovated in elegant rooms in action again with two eyes and loved to work with slides and goggled black backdrop from which those lenses as roof covering the front of the reader performer.

From his mouth come words like dark seeds as a collage of cyber punk flights pindarici mancamenti sintattici neuroscienza demenzialità colta fatti di cronaca e misfatti di politica e di fantascienza (delle ultime due gli addendi sembrano ormai drasticamente intercambiabili) che vanno a parare in una risata o in una metaforica discesa a fondo del più forbito dei discorsi, dove si tratta - in accurata trasfigurazione del nostro fingerci seriosi umani - di Potere e di schiavi, di succubi di scadenze quotidiane, di macerie, di fiducia rinnovata al degenere sociale, e qui mi pare ci si sia già ripersi e ritrovati già oggi nel bazar di Montecitorio.

Atto politico del non lasciar traccia del senso, del titolare delirante e altisonante, del decantare deformante. Il 7 e il dottor Molese sono antieroi sbilenchi of our lost days, academically collapsed, and then noisily strange then delicate and hesitant and then wittily funny. And here while I undress, and the path of reading is ending not know yet if I think something will be sent to the neighbor, worthy of a discrete filter comprehensibility communicational or if it is necessary to sacrifice with sharp weapons syntax proposal to negative Galactic from participating in the festival in September Mark.

digging at this point what the most appropriate ethically and responsibly wrote about the same or nearly n7 few months ago.

Finally Marco September, visitor assiduously MArteLiveMagazine under other clothes, on this occasion the role of investment within its Il_7 Project No , a-chronological diary written in the style of the blogger since 2003, an unexpected kiss on the occasion of the early black out room (just at the time s'accennava espionage) and capable of exhilarating performance during changes in vocal modulation.

Adorned with unusual bright lenses, an optical device with which to see also in the dark "what's left of humanity and society", his reading has submitted the tragicomic adventures of a parallel universe, a Roman version of the next World s-come, between Orwell and Douglas Adams, including figures of uncertain origin and some even less ethics. Apocalyptic fiction in sarcastic, funny parody of a genre and social critic derisively shake together in a roundabout way, through a subversion of language "technical", with listings of foreign elements, syntactic mess, erudite wit and tumbles in intestinal disorders, no frills ceremonial, propagating through an attitude of dada entropy effect, in the words of 7, the No Project is just a rant falsely disconnected, the literary portrait of the inhabitants of a planet that resembles the one made of poor and lonely "monads of cynicism pleasure-seeking. "

Hernan Cortes Acrostic

looking like a beast that animals (or performing)

Like cattle looking boxes. That biting bodies. Changing clothes. Bare spaces on the periphery of a stage set, a ring of wooden planks multifunctional essential perfect for an odd couple (or copy only) by alternate blows and ruins do whores pockets and empty stomachs at the time of Testaccio smell of blood, the slaughter of St. Basil, the romantic walk under the mountain of debris. Direct engagement with the people in the township of true language.

How miserable and desperate animals. Proletarian anger like paragrafizzata in eight installments in writing by the PPP and then heading to the staging quilted by pauses pop singing and represented by Imamama With in-theater training with a round body rough and dirty - in explicit exaggerated overacting actorial strained since the onset - and his Romanian counterpart Roman dreamy slumber of mammoth size.

then give us a bit 'of dangerous violent shake, shock and vibration energy the misfires as cannon fodder as tire marks which humiliated and uncomfortable body dead abbattetevi with your sharp shadows over us. Like dogs with broken bones, desperate souls from the fetid odor.

And still linger to tell what is not there or was there another place in sending us so far from our present spectator, or once again comfortably in a safe and protected from the dangers dei margini degli eccedenti degli emarginati degli eccessi infetti della carcassa del nostro corpo sociale. Rovinarsi insomma solo coreograficamente e a parole invece che picchiare, ammaccarsi, mancarsi, scopare sul serio ferirsi e grondare sangue.

E invece pur rigettando l'addio borghese come attaccamento alla roba, ci si attiene a ciò di cui in principio si dichiarava l'estraneità e si è ordunque come bestie che non mordono, bestie realiste ammaestrate, cercatrici non di vaste radure nelle quali correre, ma di briglia con le quali restar meno sciolte.

Canzone non cantata, ballata non andata. Inchiodati all'infimo in cui si è impantanati, senza alcuna scala sociale. La riscossa si sa, è nello scendere la china fino in fondo.