the beginning I who accompany me in a convent, which would be the place where I have done to stay in for a week. first blasphemy discharged after three minutes flat, when I stumbled out of the elevator, because even inside the lair of the wolf I am certainly not one of those who are intimidated. at the end of the tale but I'm here for me to walk away from convent shaken by tremors of the surf that I sawed off the legs. I also feel the phone vibrate on but when I pick up I have to note that the vibranza rather than the phone seems to be caused by the walls of my stomach that are crumbling noise in a painful process autodigestivo caused by an overdose of the bitter herbs. the bitter because they are bastards when they have finished digesting the stuff to eat are beginning to attack the internal organs and even those you digest. head me feel as if I had shit in there and bend your knees are terribly under the weight of this bag that hangs from my shoulder. That's why I limp to the side is the phenomenon that I have put together room, a boy of twenty years with the beard who despite his tender age is already proving a promising young dell'aggrappamento ancient art at the bar. it must be said that his compulsion for lifting small glass containers, and his obsessive need to see any kind of audiovisual product remind me somewhat of the same pre-erasmus me a few years ago. the problem is not so much me that I see myself in him as a young man, he should rather be worrying about the fact of seeing potential in me as an old man himself, a kind of memento mori peddler had received from God himself, visual epiphany in the brain that should print the photograph of the miserable that could become bankrupt in a few years if it begins to straighten the path. Then they put us to work with a girl. Kaiser, who was our leader (God's name do you do when foreshadows the fate ...), I suppose that had infiltrated to put a little 'common sense and good taste within the microcosm of our business. resounding failure, since it consists in the guise of a degree in Literature was hiding a slurp of rare vehemence of aperitifs, and stocks are primarily responsible for annihilation of St. Simon of confidence from our bar (the image of the owner of the cafe goes out to buy a bottle of St. Simon the bar beside me will remain long in the memory). a underemployed like me, that for once he happens to work a week he'd like to maybe make a good impression, supported a character in the middle of a working day of negroni forces you to swallow on an empty stomach was the part of Kaiser blatant misconduct as well as a trap to test the limits of my feeble skills. among other things, not content with giving yet another tombstone on my career she was also the person that I froze publicly define an irritating person. since I am used to being worshiped like a pagan god of all individuals to whom they grant the privilege of attending a moment I was blown away and it took three rounds of Amaro Braulio before my self-esteem back to above the alert level. so that one wonders what a fine job that could combine a well-stocked team like ours. but fortunately the direction of the festival had taken care to hide all three under the wing of a teetotaler, a character that I would call the leaders of Franco Baresi Hall of film festivals: expert, precise, clean interventions, and technically morally irreproachable and ability to master a repulsion to the debauchery that will surely prolong his career a few decades. with him in the control room to pull the strings I could spend a week in a crowded place without publicly humiliate me even once. I are long and vainly tried to find a precedent. to people as outcasts like me should not do is hand over the keys of his life in hopes of being guided to a dignified existence. Monday, April 16, 2007
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bulletproof on the t-shirts/because they hate us (extended version)
the beginning I who accompany me in a convent, which would be the place where I have done to stay in for a week. first blasphemy discharged after three minutes flat, when I stumbled out of the elevator, because even inside the lair of the wolf I am certainly not one of those who are intimidated. at the end of the tale but I'm here for me to walk away from convent shaken by tremors of the surf that I sawed off the legs. I also feel the phone vibrate on but when I pick up I have to note that the vibranza rather than the phone seems to be caused by the walls of my stomach that are crumbling noise in a painful process autodigestivo caused by an overdose of the bitter herbs. the bitter because they are bastards when they have finished digesting the stuff to eat are beginning to attack the internal organs and even those you digest. head me feel as if I had shit in there and bend your knees are terribly under the weight of this bag that hangs from my shoulder. That's why I limp to the side is the phenomenon that I have put together room, a boy of twenty years with the beard who despite his tender age is already proving a promising young dell'aggrappamento ancient art at the bar. it must be said that his compulsion for lifting small glass containers, and his obsessive need to see any kind of audiovisual product remind me somewhat of the same pre-erasmus me a few years ago. the problem is not so much me that I see myself in him as a young man, he should rather be worrying about the fact of seeing potential in me as an old man himself, a kind of memento mori peddler had received from God himself, visual epiphany in the brain that should print the photograph of the miserable that could become bankrupt in a few years if it begins to straighten the path. Then they put us to work with a girl. Kaiser, who was our leader (God's name do you do when foreshadows the fate ...), I suppose that had infiltrated to put a little 'common sense and good taste within the microcosm of our business. resounding failure, since it consists in the guise of a degree in Literature was hiding a slurp of rare vehemence of aperitifs, and stocks are primarily responsible for annihilation of St. Simon of confidence from our bar (the image of the owner of the cafe goes out to buy a bottle of St. Simon the bar beside me will remain long in the memory). a underemployed like me, that for once he happens to work a week he'd like to maybe make a good impression, supported a character in the middle of a working day of negroni forces you to swallow on an empty stomach was the part of Kaiser blatant misconduct as well as a trap to test the limits of my feeble skills. among other things, not content with giving yet another tombstone on my career she was also the person that I froze publicly define an irritating person. since I am used to being worshiped like a pagan god of all individuals to whom they grant the privilege of attending a moment I was blown away and it took three rounds of Amaro Braulio before my self-esteem back to above the alert level. so that one wonders what a fine job that could combine a well-stocked team like ours. but fortunately the direction of the festival had taken care to hide all three under the wing of a teetotaler, a character that I would call the leaders of Franco Baresi Hall of film festivals: expert, precise, clean interventions, and technically morally irreproachable and ability to master a repulsion to the debauchery that will surely prolong his career a few decades. with him in the control room to pull the strings I could spend a week in a crowded place without publicly humiliate me even once. I are long and vainly tried to find a precedent. to people as outcasts like me should not do is hand over the keys of his life in hopes of being guided to a dignified existence.
the beginning I who accompany me in a convent, which would be the place where I have done to stay in for a week. first blasphemy discharged after three minutes flat, when I stumbled out of the elevator, because even inside the lair of the wolf I am certainly not one of those who are intimidated. at the end of the tale but I'm here for me to walk away from convent shaken by tremors of the surf that I sawed off the legs. I also feel the phone vibrate on but when I pick up I have to note that the vibranza rather than the phone seems to be caused by the walls of my stomach that are crumbling noise in a painful process autodigestivo caused by an overdose of the bitter herbs. the bitter because they are bastards when they have finished digesting the stuff to eat are beginning to attack the internal organs and even those you digest. head me feel as if I had shit in there and bend your knees are terribly under the weight of this bag that hangs from my shoulder. That's why I limp to the side is the phenomenon that I have put together room, a boy of twenty years with the beard who despite his tender age is already proving a promising young dell'aggrappamento ancient art at the bar. it must be said that his compulsion for lifting small glass containers, and his obsessive need to see any kind of audiovisual product remind me somewhat of the same pre-erasmus me a few years ago. the problem is not so much me that I see myself in him as a young man, he should rather be worrying about the fact of seeing potential in me as an old man himself, a kind of memento mori peddler had received from God himself, visual epiphany in the brain that should print the photograph of the miserable that could become bankrupt in a few years if it begins to straighten the path. Then they put us to work with a girl. Kaiser, who was our leader (God's name do you do when foreshadows the fate ...), I suppose that had infiltrated to put a little 'common sense and good taste within the microcosm of our business. resounding failure, since it consists in the guise of a degree in Literature was hiding a slurp of rare vehemence of aperitifs, and stocks are primarily responsible for annihilation of St. Simon of confidence from our bar (the image of the owner of the cafe goes out to buy a bottle of St. Simon the bar beside me will remain long in the memory). a underemployed like me, that for once he happens to work a week he'd like to maybe make a good impression, supported a character in the middle of a working day of negroni forces you to swallow on an empty stomach was the part of Kaiser blatant misconduct as well as a trap to test the limits of my feeble skills. among other things, not content with giving yet another tombstone on my career she was also the person that I froze publicly define an irritating person. since I am used to being worshiped like a pagan god of all individuals to whom they grant the privilege of attending a moment I was blown away and it took three rounds of Amaro Braulio before my self-esteem back to above the alert level. so that one wonders what a fine job that could combine a well-stocked team like ours. but fortunately the direction of the festival had taken care to hide all three under the wing of a teetotaler, a character that I would call the leaders of Franco Baresi Hall of film festivals: expert, precise, clean interventions, and technically morally irreproachable and ability to master a repulsion to the debauchery that will surely prolong his career a few decades. with him in the control room to pull the strings I could spend a week in a crowded place without publicly humiliate me even once. I are long and vainly tried to find a precedent. to people as outcasts like me should not do is hand over the keys of his life in hopes of being guided to a dignified existence. work there so we organized the way God intended, we have cordoned off the worst film of the curve guests to the stage and see people lined up like a herd of lambs ready for slaughter has been a joy to behold. walking board fences and hanging out with my credit long coat flapping anticipating the pleasure of leaving people out of the room was a bit of exercise of power which again I can hardly do without. and I can not do without even the adrenaline rush that comes when people sbarella why you left them out and begin to cover them with insults. unfortunately it happened once when a fat guy yelling that we were attacked dogs and we had to retire to private life, as if being there in the middle was not part of our squalid private life. combination that once there he found the kaiser in the front row and I frankly I thought we'd lost. I was there with spoon in hand ready to pick up the remains of his body torn apart by the fury of a duecentinaio of film fans in abstinence but then when we were able to close the doors and barricade themselves inside the cinema until the cold weather have scattered the flocks of troublemakers. another aspect that I like much of this work is the ability to enter at will in the projectionist's cabin to go every ten minutes to break up the balls to the peaceful and solitary individuals who have decided to sacrifice their lives for the extraction of heavy circular coils. the reasons for the crushing could be the most diverse, the focus position of the picture, the volume too high a ghostly patches of light that pollute the sharpness of the screen. I also wrote some very nice conversations that I then had the courage to stage, I kind of stuff that by saying "oh, look at the picture goes out fuoco sui campi lunghi”, e quando lui mi chiedeva “lunghi come?” io gli rispondevo “lunghi come 'sto cazzo!!!!!”. da morir dal ridere veramente. un'esperienza dalla quale potete intuirmi maturato sia umanamente che professionalmente, come peraltro nella maggior parte delle mie
trasferte lavorative che tendono ogni volta a trasformarsi da prestigiose occasioni di crescita in patetiche scuse per sbevazzare come un deficiente e fumare come un ergastolano.
tra l'altro leggo poi nei commenti al mio ultimo post una serie di improbabili incitazioni a continuare a scrivere. non posso però fare a meno di constatare come dopo 4 anni di onorata carriera il mio blog si sia ormai trasformato in una humiliating string of reports of events that we could summarize in the diagram: me in some more or less defined geographical context that alcohol consumption surrounded by a cast of characters of dubious morality. I think striving to be successful even for a moment just imagine in the next episodes of the series without forcing them to spend their afternoons tear their fingertips on the keyboard, however, accounted for a moment you.
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