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Seventy minutes of nothing

From an early age I always had a good memory. I remembered almost everything. In elementary school, and later in junior high, I've never gone wrong at school. In history, geography, and other crap I did not like rivals. Mi bastava leggere una pagina qualsiasi e mi rimaneva subito in mente. Poi alle superiori la musica è cambiata, Concentrami era più difficile. Farsi le canne non aiuta da questo punto di vista. Diciamo che dai quindici anni in poi la perdita di memoria è stata graduale. Fino ad arrivare ad oggi, che non mi ricordo mai un cazzo e la memoria a breve termine è andata a farsi fottere da un pezzo. Inizialmente dimenticavo gli oggetti nei posti più strani. Poi inizi a dimenticare quelli più compromettenti, sotto gli occhi di tutti. In talune occasioni diventa difficile giustificarsi. Ancora più difficile da ricordare è poi, la giustificazione che ho usato, se mi viene richiesta in un secondo tempo. Non parliamo poi dei nomi delle persone. Me li faccio scordali three times to say anyway. The figures of shit that I did with several girls and several clients are countless. Lately I also forgot to pass customers' orders. Considering that the major part of my work, this fact has more or less the value of a driver who forgets how to drive. Let's say there is not as bad as the brain goes joyfully to hell. When I was really scared in the night between Friday and Saturday. I state that I was in a festive but not too much alcohol, I drank three Cuba libre. In a glass of beer, it is true, but they were still three Cuba Anyone who knows me knows I have done worse. However, I come away from Florence to go to Prato. Although there is a rather dense fog, I decided to do the highway, but normal road passing by Pistoia, San Donnino, Tennis, etc.. When I am about to Donnino, my bladder wanted revenge and I stop to pee. Date back in the car and look at the clock before you leave. These are 04:57. Allotment ... and then darkness. The memory is at 06:19 the next are just a few hundred meters from my house. I do not know what I did in those seventy-two minutes. I do not remember which way I did. I can not explain why it has taken all that time along a route that takes thirty minutes going up (very slowly). I do not remember stopping to sleep or I remember being distributed. The next day, I got afraid to look my car. I was afraid to see her beat her in some way, or maybe the body of an unknown attached to a wheel, luckily nothing. There were no scratches or dents, the fuel used was very little and I did a little 'more miles than usual, but nothing more. I redid the same route three times but I have not noticed anything strange. Now if you like sci-fi exclusive hypotheses to be abducted by aliens or have, through the fog, ended up in another dimension, only one question remains. What I did in those seventy-two minutes? And why does this guilt?

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Nyalathotep you're nobody! Thirty

This is more or less what I thought Saturday night. Step by step to make this statement understandable. Meanwhile, to distract or temporarily dead, Nyalathotep is a deity which symbolizes the Lovecraftian chaos streaked. The only one that occurs in cycles of Cthulhu in human form and is destined to destroy the world. A companion, as they might call someone. And 'course for its chaotic nature attracted me. Second, a bit 'of time now making its way inside me a theory. There are people who are able to catalyze feelings or objects around them. I am not speaking of charm. It 's a bit like the principle of dowsing applied to life and everyday objects. Based on this what we have? People capable of attirare a se la gioia e individui che sono una calamità per la disperazione. Persone capaci di attirare la merda e quelle capaci di attirare la fattanza, persone capaci di attirare gli incidenti stradali e persone capaci di attirare su di se ogni piccolo incidente domestico. E' applicabile a chiunque. Io attiro bene il caos. Sarà per via del mio sangue corrotto, chissà. Comunque, sabato sera ero al Siddharta ed il locale stava ormai chiudendo. Ultimamente sono stato ribattezzato anche the undertaker delle sale da ballo. Per cui vagavo per documentarmi di quante vittime il sabato sera aveva compiuto. Durante il mio vagare, mi siedo a salutare una mia amica ancora abbastanza in forma. Mentre siamo lì a chiacchierare, arriva un ragazzo davanti a lei, si inginocchia and looking at her with puppy eyes at him: "I am your boots are beautiful, I can lick?" It does not leave time to answer as part of an ant on my friend's boots. At that burst out laughing. The form takes very seriously its mission and does not leave an inch or leather, or leather intact. I have not yet recovered, that I get to sit next to two little girls cyber / gothic. In the sense that one is and one cyber gothic. They have not yet put down that have already been made to make out of bad. Time, two minutes and had already made a pretty good suit of saliva. He licked his property. Everything that has a grotesque and laugh louder. Now imagine the scene. I quietly sitting and laughing with Cuba Libre and cigarette in hand. A stranger to my right is licking the boots of a friend of mine, left two lesbian nymphos are abandoning an escalation of sex and violence. On the free side of the lesbian couple sits a boy who after a few words (about four, but maybe they were not) starts pupparsele both with ease. My laughter is skyrocketing. I begin to fix a point in the wall in front of me, hoping to stop. Luck does not help me, perhaps my ability to attract chaos, yes. Comes a third girl who picks up the pile and cyber banging against your point that I was looking at me. And began to beat her! The newcomer as well as being of considerable tonnage was too drunk. He began to slap the cyber, accusing her of having stolen the boy. After a brief scuffle is the cyber to win but only because the litigant's stumbles on his feet and falls to earth with a resounding splat. Now I have tears in their eyes. I do not know where to look to keep from laughing and my friend does not help me because he's laughing more than I do. At that moment, I realized that these things usually happen to me or that we are always in the middle. I came to suspect that I will bring chaos. The title of this post, nor was the logical consequence.