Steps For Waxing Shoes

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The abyss

moral fable

Why goodbyes always end with a promise to continue as the love letters?
I've never been able to cope with them.

And I can not even understand why things keep going.
Why not continue?
Because at one point everything goes to hell?
In love, work, friendship, joy and sorrow everywhere all goes to hell.
What an absurd reason?

The truth is that you never stop to finish.

You never stop to finish, it is sad but true. Fuck.

Tonight I feel cold. Probably they put me in a corner of the room where there is a door that communicates with the outside.
I really feel too cold.

Maybe I should try to curl up even more in myself and rub his arms on his legs, but I'm afraid that someone might hear me and is a risk that can not run.
My profession requires absolute silence. The surprise effect is crucial, even more than decisive: it is really crucial .

My boss he tells me constantly: "Silence, Rachel, always just silence until the darkness does not end. It is not easy, Rachel, sometimes the darkness can last hours and even though this is absolutely essential that no one notices you until you see the first glimmer of light, then you must make the most noise possible and bla bla bla. "

Only now he has to fiddle with the warmth that you chose to slut wife, while I'm down here, into the abyss rolled up on myself, cold and frost.

What shitty job.

And to think that I wanted to be a journalist. Life has a strange fancy way of taking the piss out of our aspirations and our dreams. He loves to surprise us with unexpected endings, such as American directors. The only problem is that those final unpredictable us, rather they are our destinies, that is: us.

do not know anyone whose life has a smile. We all ended up doing crafts absurd, for four pounds and without right, as well as to be able to give my ass to those who want it. Well done friends. We have been very good. That generation of shit.

I guess I'll keep my cool, damn it.
And keep the cold in all this darkness is terrible.
You feel like sinking, the abyss around you.

The abyss, yes: the abyss.
I know him well, the abyss.
All those who know him do my job well, the abyss. The look in his face every day.
insist on keeping their eyes open, wide open in its darkness, though it makes no sense. And so slowly the darkness to surround ends to slip inside.

Why do we do?
Simple, because it helps to not go crazy.

crazy And it's easy, in our condition, goddammit.

You are walking for hours squatting in the dark, counting the minutes that separate you from the show, while people speak out, have fun, joke, play, they try, they kiss, they cornificano. Just a moment of weakness is the brain starts to fly high, higher and higher, where no one can catch them. I still remember

Clare. It was a beautiful and intelligent fellow, without a doubt the strongest among us, that he had more experience and more hair on my stomach, yet it is crazy, like this: suddenly, one evening, while working, without anyone noticing it.

They had to forcibly remove it from the abyss. Did not want to leave. Obsessively repeated that it was a better person, as he up and down with his head.

am a better person, I am a better person, I am a better person .

I was there. I was there. It 'was terrible.
That evening, however, the only lesson I learned in my life and I learned it well. A memory.

I do not want to be like Clare.
I will not become like Clare.
She was the fairest and most intelligent of us, but not the most stubborn.

I am the most stubborn, even if nobody has noticed.

To me the darkness I do not care.
I keep my mind busy.
I listen to the voices coming from outside, keep your brain in perpetual activity, non permetto di andarsene via.

Stanotte, per esempio, ho scoperto che:

1. Anna ama Alberto, anche se Alberto non ne vuole sapere, fa finta di non capire, si è inventato pure una serie di scuse ridicole per evitare di incontrarla per bere un caffè . Lei, poverina, è totalmente soggiogata da lui.


2. Pietro, invece ha una ex che lo chiama continuamente. Ho ascoltato tutte le loro conversazioni. Probabilmente mi hanno messo in un cantuccio discreto, altrimenti Pietro non mi verrebbe vicino ogni volta che risponde al cellulare. Ed evidentemente la sua nuova ragazza, Sonia, non sa nulla di tutta questa faccenda.
   


3. Il festeggiato ama raccontare jokes about Jews. He really knows a mess and they are all politically incorrect, all end with a crematorium or the ash. His audiences seem to like so much. They pretend to be shocked, but then always break out in laughter.


4. 's Girl has celebrated abroad. It seems hard to send photos that show him to his friends, talking softly of their erotic adventures.


5. The waiter spat on the buffet, and indeed for the accuracy spat on each slice of bread from the buffet, cake and cream well .. I probably should not say what he did.


6. Alberto has a friend, Aureliano, where he is secretly in love, as he confessed to Dalila, una sua grande amica

Mica male come bottino.
Se solo non ci fosse tutto questo freddo. Maledetto freddo di merda.

Cazzo, mi sa che ci siamo: mi stanno spostando al centro della sala.
Anche la musica, di colpo, si è abbassata.

Sì: ci siamo, sento le solite risatine che accompagnano sempre la mia comparsa trionfale. Gli uomini sono desolatamente uguali a se stessi: se stimolati allo stesso modo, si comportano sempre allo stesso modo. C'è ben poco da fare. Sono bertucce evolute, ma pur sempre bertucce.

Ci siamo! Stanno scoperchiando l'abisso, finalmente filtra un po' di luce.
E ora tocca a me..

Uno

Due

e. ..

Three!

I'm out! I'm out!

Shit, how much light. I have to get used to the sight. I need a moment.

I observe everyone. Classic.
are about thirty. Among them there must be Anna, Albert, Peter, Aureliano, Dalila, who knows who they are.
And this here, in front of me, should be celebrated. It 'really ugly, damn it. Nano, bald and ugly. They've also put a cap on the tip, it seems David Brunetta dressed as Leprechaun.

Ok Ok ...


now I see now is the time to start:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
[applause]
VISA? HAD A CAKE AND A SURPRISE SURPRISE ME! AND THEY ARE ALL FOR YOU
[laughter, applause, lascivious stares]
What? YOU DO NOT DISCARD YOUR GIFT? SCRAP it for you?
[shouts of encouragement]
MUSIC MAESTRO, the show begins!
[the orchestra began playing You Can Leave Your Hat On ]

No, I will not end like Clare.
While I undress, celebrated on the rubbing, I repeat the lesson: I not become like Clare. I will not become like Clare. I will not become like Clare.

I keep the trained mind, I will. I keep away the abyss, I will.
fuck you all, fuck you.
not become like Clare.
And it will become even like you. I use it to keep the gap distance, to share with me.

The only problem is that the abyss does not divide us, the abyss surrounds us.
Damn.