Friday, April 2, 2010

21st Birthday Poem About Asking For Money

# 5 (God is silent) - The Pinergia

Sometimes Third moves, returns home. When it does, the distance between me and him are getting longer. From up to down, from up to down. But Third is well aware that the expansion of space is not a full-block: there are no barriers that can stem the short stories of his life lived between the mirrors. His words, the words of every man, vibrate the ground and the air and carrying fragments of existence, they interpenetrate and mingle with other lives. Third knows that when he wants to tell a story of the toads are ready to welcome him in their dens and listen.
As always prefer the resonance of the esophagus, leaving revelers abuse and mysteries. God is silent, third story, I invite you to read. See you soon.


Hello Cam, are third in the first round back from hell and now I feel so bad 'is the city ... I met a strange strange character during the journey and you tell it as I come next as I was sitting in the station waiting for the train:

Pino : Hi stranger, I are but you can call me Joseph Pino.
Third Hi Pino, I'm third, but you can call me stranger.
P: Thank you dear for the good name that her family has imposed. It seems, in fact, a number ... right?
T: is in effect, however, represents a degree: the degree of my real name.
P: A grade ? So I know she has a name, and prefers the position of shit. His name is perhaps Giacosilvio Third of Canterbury? Or ...
T: No, no! Third, my name and nothing else.
P: Listen, Mr. Third Stranger you doing here?
T: Well, waiting ...
P: Wait! The Lord is waiting! Believed, we're all waiting here ...
T: There is no need to shout, sit down! Pino calmly, as a good ... yes, we are all waiting for, right? Wait for the train that takes us away, quickly.
P: But what should be talking about? I say: SA-CO-VA-BLA-TE-RA-NDO? She makes me blood boil and not even know it! But he realizes where we are?! You are right to look the other way looking for help, because it might not have made a basic conception of space-time ...
T: Pino Wait, wait ... What does this mean? What does the basic concept of space-time?
P: Dear Stranger, is simple. But simplicity is often left aside, what matters is the complexity of things. Our senses saturated struggle to conceive of space-time in a manner not in keeping with the guidelines laid down by society. The descent here is something simple But it upsets her and my way of seeing things. Our worlds are different, you should not be here ...
T: What are you saying? I can not follow it ... you pa ...
P: Normal who can not follow me! You are in the wrong place at the wrong time.
T: But why, in your opinion where the hell are we if not a fucking train?
P: There is no need to shout, sit down! Foreign calmly, like a good sit down ... I'll explain everything to me. In effects is not so simple but if you let me help guide.
T: God, but who are you? All so confusing ... but I have to trust a ...
P: No! First you have to bring out the devil that is in his lair. The telescope used is put on the contrary so far ... everything seems to follow the argument, maybe a little silly, but always an argument. She is the third foreigner to hell dear. On this given the fact it is a fact and more like the words do not float to the surface, here the air tastes of sulfur and sulfur smell as you know. Here it is just his energy, better still counts here
Pinergia.
T: The pinergia ...
P: Well said! He knows it already?
T: do not know what the hell is he talking about.
P: Exactly! The Devil! The pull out Stranger! Only then can free from the oppressions of this world.
T: Which world?
P: Bravissimo! The question is correct, and the main problem here are the questions not answers. The Pinergia, for example, Energy is given off by people like me who is called Pino. From what I know is the only pine to have this power, and I am doing the studies to give an institutional nature in my psycho-scientific discovery! But think: the Pinergia deliver mankind from sin, remorse, the refund and know that annoying cough ... cough that comes when one has a strong desire to say things but can not do it for sense of decency or shame?
T: When for a common sense of ethics does not say the things he has left to rot inside and then you get that lump in my throat that makes you mad, you start coughing and eventually what you need is not a fluidizing but a rash of phlegm as it should? No, I do not have this. She is not a little confusing ideas dear Pino.
P: This is the effect of Pinergia! It is overwhelming, exhausting, and offers known to steal the dream. You have to coagulate throughout his depression ...
T: But I'm not depressed!
P: You are not depressed agree ... we say it is stressed. But you look. Above all, we listen! He makes speeches that are not up, dear stranger, or whatever his real name
. Well, I am three hours that keeps me here talking about devils and dens, cough, energy and money back!
T: (visibly angry) What are you saying? You're crazy! Now wants me to understand that I am bothered that I have for three hours with all the good shit that I said! I broke my balls for three hours saying that I should not be here ... and where? Pino says his name and find my stupid name - my name! But he
heard her? Shit, Joseph! Joseph! Pinergia And then ... what is perhaps a product? He wants to sell the air? Or a spray that will make me happy? Or maybe a pill or a which is supposed to pass the cough and forces you to prattle on with complete strangers that confuse the brain? The pinergia! THE PINERGIA!
P: She is making me afraid sir. I beg to move away from me or I feel obliged to call the Guard. She is not bad, sir, I can see it in his eyes that he would never hurt anyone, despite what she has exaggerated sir. 'll Scream in his face so that you find yourself in this moment ... I have to admit ...

Meanwhile, someone has actually called a guard who blocked me as Mr. Joseph had in his hands ready to come to blows. I have led to the Guard station for reporting that Pino I was going to do. Seen him in a state of shock, anger visibly abandoned me.
After six hours they released me. I do not know how my mp3 player took to record the conversation with Mr. Pino and his Pinergia. La Guardia, who wrote the report could almost feel that I was right, and that the poor needed Pino medical care.

This I will send you is only an excerpt of the discussion, a montage I made to lift from playing audio material that I have unwittingly found.
Maybe I do more ... boh ... the Pinergia I was shocked there.

Third