[minimal freaks are on my back]
It 's late, too late! You wake up suddenly realizing that the alarm has sounded, perhaps because he had not planned because it is so useless, you have nothing to do. Or rather, you would have to be studied, in the early hours of the morning, your ability to return would be higher, due to the temperature still high, but is undermined by the fact that not make more than a euphemism to say that you're stoned. And so it is useless. Coffee, marlboro, coffee, marlboro. Solita mtv which is the OST to wake up, before running winamp and listen to the cover of the Pixies performed by Japanese groups. Or IDM mediobarraalto level, you like very much. And while the shuffle does its dirty work, smoke another cigarette [than they have already smoked? five, six, seven? 've lost count, but do not hold and never rest Sticazzi] and read my favorite newspapers, strictly online. Fumi, and move your head to the rhythm of music. Meanwhile, minimal freaks are on your back. And the freaks are not the minimal t-shirts that come out if you search on google, not the minimal freaks are those from which six arms. They are treacherous, these are hidden in the folds of the brain, and when you least expect it, here they are coming out. Around you. And they force you to move around the house carefully, looking over his shoulder. And be careful, C, be very careful, they are behind you are above, below, everywhere you stare and look at you watching you. And suddenly you scream in your ears 'you've sold your children were happy to say that' - 'you've sold your children were happy to say that' - 'you've sold your children saying that you were happy'. And then pick up the phone and call your mother, your mother who is ill but that he himself does not pretend, that's fine, your mother would you give everything you have to see it finally calm. And happy, maybe you've always thought that it is not, and that the fault is tuasolotuatuttatua. And listen, laughing sforzatabarrasvogliata, the feeling that tells you 'yes' by all right I come back tomorrow 'and' you're eating? I recommend eat 'and you say' sìmammasìnontipreoccupare 'and in the meantime, however, think that she does not eat for three days. And remember, all of a sudden and without any logic, where you were ten, five, three years ago, and memories that she was still there, ready to lend a hand, willing to do everything for you, and do the vorrestivorrestivorresti same but you know what you can do is really very little. And that hurts. Minimal freaks, in fact. Ready to eat in just show the slightest weakness, as soon as you feel shaken. And the only thing you can do is be careful, watch your back and try not to see them. Not to hear. It 'difficult, but you can make it. You have to do it. And the music goes, it helps you not to think, to elide the brain, to erase the slightest vital function. All you need now are your marlboro and your coffee and a muzakloop that is the only thing you hear for hours. From oreminutisecondi. 
Freaks [Benedetta Bonichi, 2000 - mixed-paper 203x140 cm] 
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