I have heard tire from a tray to pop with a click deafeningcursed refill, thirty meters in front of me, at the old turns of Platamonas.
I thought “if she kept her saved, if she left, I painted it”.
She kept her.
I have seen Black the pool of the five -star Rizort in Iliawhere I had gone Nick to mourn Aunt Helen.
Black from the unthinkable fires of 2007eating a bunch of world.
Great in the apocalypse, like plane tree.
I have smelled the Underground warehouses of the taverns in the New Yorker Chainatonsix in the morning they opened them to run out, on the street because of a jet Lag.
Like the breath of Kthoulou, one thing.
I have lived anger of Seraphim Fintanidis. Great anger …
But none of the above failed to prepare me for the shocking spectacular I experienced last Wednesday In the Lanterns of Hilton.
Wednesday night please, just before ten in the evening, I returned with this by the Kifissos KTEL.
There she had sent me a lover command, who had forgotten the special knitting hair in her home (do you have a perpetual idea?) And without their presence she could not relax.
Cool and cool on the steering wheel, it catches me red.
Next to me a wirest smaller than mine, let’s say category super mini.
A fifteen -year -old car, nothing to do with gadgets and multimedia screens.
A young existence on the steering wheel, somehow illuminated by the Etazra.
I thought he had lit the light to dye (happens all the time!), I looked better, I saw Construction patent to hover the mobile.
I admired.
The screen showed dialogue in DM.
In the second up, The young existence pressed heart.
And in the following seconds, a mine was followed.
First visited four-five profiles, where he reacted in various ways to the relevant posts, He then entered a website with offers and bought clothes and at the end passed on to the roughI saw a mysteries digest, she didn’t like it to a second mysteries that laughed.
And the lantern lit!
All these within a minute, heavy one minute and fifteen secondsthey do not hold the traffic lights in the area, as well as on most of the streets of Athens.
In sixty, say seventy seconds The young existence upset the cynical system in every way possibleelectrifying its brain with all kinds of phrases, images and videos.
He was already shopping.
In sixty, say seventy seconds, less than a minister or internationalist needed to defend the Truth Team …
We speak, is it for a junctionI was wondering on the way back.
We’re talking, perhaps, about A development of Homo Sapienswhich would even make Darwin eating his notes with mint sauce?
Or just lost before it even begins, war against digital brains and their intelligence;
Fuck with IF Ayou and here we say I have no appetite to learn, with the force I keep not throwing my cellphone into recycling.
I have, however, the impression that something similar is true to that old, the communistthat that is, the capitalism It will sell us the rope we will hang.
So we didn’t even sell our consciousness.
We offered it, in a gift pack!
PS: Good Resurrection I wish and far from corruption servants. There are many, but fortunately they are easily recognized …