Does Platos Closet Pay Well

Chapter nine. Qasataravanagaza





Regina takes off his sandals and his feet bare on the seat in front of him.

'E' since I finished college who do not travel by train so much, "I say. Not that I mind. In the end, for a car that does not even know how to run it and has seen too many episodes of Lost to feel at ease during take-off, the old iron horse is the most friendly. And then as it does not seem like a comforting thing that makes choo-choo ?


My traveling companion is not exactly oozing security, though. The I glance in passing to the next places. It seems worried for a moment. Then, the expression returns the same as always curious and enthusiastic as a child of comic books.
"It 's the best place to gather stories, the train. Log in and whoever you want we can move as "


Two Mormons are down to a couple of seats behind us. We now recognize: white shirt, bible in his breast pocket, dark trousers, a tie unlikely.
" There was a time when they seemed to be everywhere, scattered like alien spores in Emilia Romagna. We stopped in pairs, and each time, at least one of Brother John was called "Queen
shakes his head, grinning." Brother John ... why is everyone called it, for you? "
" Well, John is a popular name in America. And they are not American or something? "
" Otherwise? "She asks with the same tone that has used before the Ritual of Babel. That's when you discard the obvious and rational to be told a completely neutral. My favorite claim.
"Otherwise there is an original Brother John, who use as a template. I held incommunicado in secret Mormoland and cloned repetition"
Queen nods convinced, with the grin that has become a delighted smile. "Yes!" Or ... or wait, maybe instead of Brother John is an honorary secret, handed down from father to son, or only to the most worthy ... " There
the sneer in his eyes a little 'stunned the Mormons, who did not understand what we're saying, but there lay with the instinctive awareness that we not laugh with them, but of them.

"The fact is - includes a Queen, a bit 'more serious - that really could be. Each story is true, if the accounts so that enough people with you, believe that it is"
"I guess that's true you do not intend a simple more convincing, right? "
"No, I mean real. If a good chunk of people in the world was deeply convinced that Brother John is a clone, Brother John would really a clone"
"You mean it would become?"
"No, it would always be. His life would be rewritten from the ground up. Our power, the power to change the world with the stories, this is all about "

We stop. The voice of the speakers in perfect inflection Romagna trascica the station name. Castel Bolognese, Bolognese Caaaastel station. Someone on the quay, watching the train with air displaced . An unbearable smell of shit in the air.

"Yes, but that's not how things go. Like this, the world would be ... how did you say? rewritten at any time "

I regret it five seconds later, averglielo said. Again, I look to shoot in every direction possible, pressed against the seat. The legs, stretched out on the chair in front stiffen and tense , were not traversed by a sudden shock.
seems scared, and most are trying not to show it, most can very well make you shit on me. In the climate of paranoia in which we sink suddenly, it seems impossible to see us laugh until just moments ago. Now the atmosphere is pure MY GOD THEY ARE FOLLOWING ... which is nice when you see her in a movie or I'll tell, really.

"we'll talk about another time," curtly Regina
"Look, we can not talk now, instead?"
shakes his head. "No, I can not. You must realize that when you're ... you're one of us , you also become a visible target for some people. And there's too many people, to be sure that one of them is incognito "


The too many people is summed up in two of us, the Mormons, a Rom asleep and a guy who reads a bet Dampyr .
" Maddai "
I get up, I'm going to put close to the Mormons. Regina looks at me, without the slightest idea what I'm doing. Neither do I know. Suddenly I feel elated and out like an ass. I feel something inside me that just wants to have fun, laugh fangs bared, and that suggests to me quite strange ideas to do it. I'm pretty damn high on and I know that there is a way, a great way to see if Regina is right about the power of stories.

"Hey but you are Mormons! "

look at me like I was drunk. One even answer me. The more I studied it carefully and nods. Regina continues to stare, planting nails into the armrest of the chair, and yet there remain sitting where it is.

"What's your name?"
"Brother Greg," bonfonchia one of the two who did not answer before.
"Brother John," says another. I turn to Regina with a grin as big as a house, and sees it as still tense, she burst out in laughter involuntary.
Brother John is low and minutes, blonde hair-cut and pale blue tie. Something about him reminds me of a cosplayer could hurt Michael J. Fox, in one of those film about yuppie. Brother of Greg, let me slide on the image without taking the trouble to remember. In my skin is pretty ass.
's understandable, distrust does not loosen even a bit'. Accustomed as they are to stop people on the street and being told I have no time in all world languages, including Klingon, the fact that someone will come in the mood to attack button is not very credible.
"You ... uh, what's your name?" Asked Brother John. Brother Greg is disgusted. But I wonder if this story to tell stories and make them come true, functions, even if it is all over the world to believe, but only a couple of people with great intensity.
I'm about to find out.

"I have many names," I say with a dramatic tone.

"Eh?", Is Brother John, blinking. Greg also seems to awaken from its lethargic state of hatred towards me.
I toss in a smile that should sound mysterious. I do not know what they are convincing. Just do not think, let me be able to smile that way.
"Come on. You know me well. Sometimes I have spoken to me, otherwise I would feel disappointed. The rebel of the family ..."
"Sorry, I do not understand"
"You know what I'm saying, Johnny"

launched

are bad. Now, a small part of me knows all too well that I'm making it ridiculous. Another simply do not think . Sa that the end is not so impossible.

"Funny yes, but not impossible. Oh, yeah ... I also doubt that a catechism you have never warned of the possibility of being on a train to Ancona"
Greg whispers something in English to John, laughing and looking as the attraction of the afternoon. Even John, for heaven's sake, but there is a different reflection in her eyes. The shadow of a possibility, one that whispers a faint why not as long as you want, but existing.
I cling with all my strength.

"We already know, Johnny.'m There with you when you feel a bit 'too quiet for your prayers. When she left you and do not able to find a reason. When everything went according to the will of the Lord, and you have not found the right. And if you do not feel the smell of sulfur or see me with his paws off the goat, it's just because ... "

" Excuse me, sir. "
I look up. The controller, on top of me, takes away any credibility to the scene.

He fumbled in his pocket and handed him the ticket, while trying to shake off an unpleasant feeling, a cocktail of shame and something more dense but less definable. Brother John shakes. avoid staring us to censor each other. Neither of them say anything to another, and I'm going back to my seat just in front of the Queen.

"You're an idiot" she says.
"I wanted to see what was happening, that's all"
"What did you want to happen? What we believe your stories to one person, it does not matter so much"
I lean towards her and my smile is the same as he addressed the Devil a brother John. "Are you sure it's all about numbers?"
He looks down, but it never completely detached from my eyes. I think that, simply, is accustomed to never take. "What have you heard while you were doing?"
"Bah, nothing that"
"Nothing at all?", She does, with a hint of disappointment.

not true. Or maybe it is. It depends on how many are willing to give meaning to the word suggestion: there was a great relief when I stopped, yes. Because the feeling I had, nothing better for a moment was to ...

"... I could not stop. That, though it was a game, the only was to go to the end, always until the end."

Rectocele: Are They Dangerous

Chapter eight. Maganataracapalaqasa

"What the masks fall," said Eco unwrap before.

masks fall. At least mine, a black patch that takes away from my face then return in hand. Without thinking I hold the fort. Regina
stretches towards me and kissed me on the cheek after having embraced me for a while. A little 'as if silently acknowledging that he joked about all those death threats in the car.
was not a joke. I do not know whether it was a try, although I am quite convinced. Those tests to test your faith and your courage, I suppose, and I've been through or by virtue of the one nor the other.
If I got over it, it was only because I was sure there is no turning back.


The only light is that of neon. No matter how dull and colorless, I have the impression that it is the best possible. For a moment I was afraid of being in a place filled with candles.
do not know, there were the candles I would have had to laugh. The neon give me the impression that all this is happening. They are more realistic
.


Mamma mia, what a fool I am.

and confirms it as well, with the first question that blooms out of his mouth, as soon as I can see something.
"Where are we?" Regina
ago amused expression. "Somewhere over the rainbow"


At first, I think I have brought in an old garage that I know in Bologna.
If that's what I say, we should be more or less in the center, just steps from Montagnola and near a square where there is a large unit, which looks like the monolith 2001.
I could be wrong, though. We may be under any mall a bit 'out of town. These places are all the same.
We are not alone on this side of the rainbow. The garage is full of people. People sitting on the floor, leaning against walls or people waiting in the car. All to make us feel and look just to soak in the tub of sharks.
's not so much the number that leaves me staring at them stupidly. I expected them to be many who would not have turned into a trip of pleasure to myself, and Eco Queen. It 'makes me see who are staying there, to plant on each look at least twice, to make sure not to be wrong.

straight, arms crossed, one of my favorite writers, a few pounds too many inches. We set as an inquisitor eager processes. Not far from him, leaning against the wall, an English woman of about forty point me grinning a wand at. Whispers something that resembles abracadabra, but that does not sound exactly like that.
An old singer from these parts, rugged and rough as a bear, he mentions to raise a glass of Lambrusco to Regina, mimicking a toast. She says with a laugh and a nod. A cartoonist who scowled at us know, Captain America t-shirt on his chest and a katana in its sheath, half drawn. My teacher in the course of writing, the only one I see the collective in which militates looks at me with a look that I can not decipher, he expected you were here or not? A girl with red dreadlocks
artificial Confabula with a writer from the fingers full of rings, a walking stick with the snake's head and beard and long hair. They look at me. She pissed off, he enjoyed it. The Japanese drew robottoni my favorite as a child, we addressed a respectful bow. The German singer in a suit, tie and barefoot we take a picture and gets a laugh.


But that should not be dead? That one, with a halo of light pink?
And he, beside it, should not ...? The two neighbors should not be my friend?

No, we are in Bologna. And even in Kansas.


Regina clears his throat and buzz you drag only for a few moments more, before disappearing altogether. It takes something from the pockets of the military cut pants he wears.
E 'edition of the Economic Neverending Story by Michael Ende. The cover is light card, full of wrinkles as if it had been peeled, wrinkled, close dozens of times.
"Put your left hand on the book," he says, handing him. Eco
is to my right, a kind of godfather, and does nothing, really nothing to relieve the tension of this sort of initiation into a society of ... what, exactly? I see all kinds, including writers, writers, singers, directors, dancers, comedians, designers and a lot of other people do not know.
Queen says in his own way, as an oath, the time it is delivered to Auryn Atreiu. She looks at me straight in the eye.
"We give great power, but you will not use it. We will teach you to protect you and guide you, but you never have to attack, whatever you have to see, because now your opinion does not count anymore. You have to let everything happen as it should happen - is a little time, inspiring his nose - now, tell me ... "

Again its expression is curled into a smile.

"... you're ready to break all these rules?"
nod. "I'm ready"
"And what is your name?"
swallow, when I feel the gaze Eco him.
"Hanuman is my name"

Queen nods.
The girl with dreadlocks is a snort. The Japanese raise an eyebrow, slightly surprised. Eco, blacks behind his glasses, I'm sure he's squinting. How does all times is very nervous.

"monkey shit ...", says someone in the crowd.

Samoan Wedding Blessing

Chapter Seven. Saranapaladacama



At 21 I get to take.
At 21:05 am on a black Toyota with a blindfold.
"It 's a cliche, which is led blindfolded to the initiates who knows where - Eco says, in front of me at the wheel - The clichés are our rituals. We put more or not. "

" And then who knows. We could kill you now, you know? "Blows me next Queen. I had not noticed her neighbor in the back seat. Her voice is made of a soft unspoken desire." We could kill you, hide the body somewhere, "I feel
as if struck a match, somewhere inside me. I do not know if I'm scared or excited.
"Sooner or later you would be looking. You know how to do these things "
Queen's voice is nails on my fear." Yes. But you'd be dead anyway, whether we are looking for or not, "Eco
interrupts me, just before he opens his mouth to reply." Because we may be different from what images - says - Maybe we're like those crazy murders who do not pose problems to the consequences. Maybe we go forward, and while we can until we find "

Although I can not see them, I can wait to receive breath, hanging around us. Their smiles, the darkness of the blindfold, they widen into a grin as sharp crescents the Cheshire Cat. The whole world is wrong and has no center of gravity, lame. I think he even finished shooting, but until I get this blindfold on me, I can not be sure.
Queen pressed a hand on my belly. His nails are much longer than the doors, when we met.
blows a breath right next to my ear.

But when we we meet? The more I feel that I stretched alongside, the more I feel stupid and in the company of strangers. Strangers.

"Maybe it is as you say. Maybe even scary part of the cliché. Maybe it's ..."
"Maybe, maybe ...", replied the Queen. To me, he is smiling.

Spend time that could be half an hour as an hour as ten minutes. Minutes of absolute silence, in which the faces of my fellow captors are their breaths. Slow and quiet, mild, that of Queen. A little 'stronger and heavier, a little' more nervous, Eco. And my
? If anyone could hear, would breathe a wary, having subdued by force.

"I like superhero comics? "he asks the Queen.
I do not know what tone I should respond, given the situation. I say yes a wrinkled.
" Are you more for good or for bad? "
" Good, I would say. At least try to improve things, "Regina
snorts a laugh.
" The vouchers do not improve anything. Have you ever seen Captain America that improves anything? or Superman? or Spider-Man? I mean ... even the X-Men, which should be the most socially angry, do nothing to change the world "
... Well, because ... "
" Why are the bad guys who want to change society. Some do it for their own interests, others are contrary ideals. But if there is one thing that unites Dr. Doom and the Joker, this is it. Do not stop at nothing, no compromise, no but I can not . The vouchers, however, found everything always and only on that. Common duty against personal impulses "Eco

you a fat laugh.
" So, Hanuman, welcome among the bad guys. "
Then, the machine stops.

Pokemon Original 151 List With Images

Chapter Six. Damanacaparadalasataza



Eco remains perplexed.

We are one of those coffee in Via Zamboni, the greek near the university. I went there only once before. It 'was a lot of time ago, a friend of mine, talking of the subject on which I made the argument.

(At the time, I wanted to discuss all those movies-books-shows in which reality blends with imagination. The Blair Witch Project Type or War of the Worlds on radio, Orson Wells. Then I completely changed course, going to get involved in the Divine Comedy of Go Nagai)



Nothing has changed, since I was last here. But just because it was so long ago, and I remember so little, that could instead be changed everything. Eco looks at the press of what I have given birth in the Ritual of Babel, absorbed.

Law and reads, muttering words to himself. White suit, round glasses and sun bleached hair, Eco is a version a bit 'younger than Andy Warhol. It has only sharpened over the nose and eyebrows not so thick.



"We cut all the pieces of meaningful discourse. This is where you tried to be controlled, we do not care."
frowns. Sip iced tea, not knowing if I should say something or not.
"Hic sunt leones ... it's like in Africa and Asia were shown maps of Rome. No one knew what it was. They wrote that there were lions, to say that there was a lot of other stuff that were all 'dark'
"So it would be, like ..."

"Perhaps an unconscious way of saying that still does not have a great idea of \u200b\u200bwhere you go. Deks Troy does not make you hand something like Destroy? Even a glossolalia you write at some point, this djsytnziome, has some similarity with both destruction that distinction "

remains for some time without speaking. Meanwhile, outside, the heat has devastating effects on human within a few meters. Everything seems to that effect from the fifties science fiction movie, with people in the bunkers, safe from deadly solar radiation.

"The destruction is the way the world changes - again Eco - same old speech. Should demolish the status quo for give birth or develop something new. So maybe all these references to the destruction are not too bad. It 's like Death in the Tarot "
" It is very reassuring "
" None of what we do is habit. However, the fact that it is a word that also resembles a distinction would seem to give me reason "

" Well ... fig. I'm not understanding a fuck and are damn confusing.

'Are you following me? "
" Sure, "I reassured him
not even by accident. He raises an eyebrow as the strength of his skepticism with the facial muscles.


"You know who was Hanuman?", then ask me.

"A Indian monkey god, right? It is what accompanies the Monaco in the West? I did my homework .... Journey to the West is in my top ten
Again Eco makes a face. I can not define it. I can not understand how you seem angry or just worried.
"Yes .. imprisoned by the gods for his disobedience and forced to accompany Tripitaka, the Monaco. And to become a Buddha, "he adds. His words have a gravity that leaves me there, undecided whether to take everything seriously or dismiss it in joke.

" Great! means that I will become a Buddha? "grin.
was obvious that I would take the second option, no?


The face of Eco remains immobile, sculpted in its expression of deadly seriousness.
"It means that maybe you had better seek another name
" Why? "
"Why do you say it's better that way, trust me"

The bartender looks at us for a moment, then starts to listen to the radio. Slightly increases the volume. A hip hop piece slips from stereo speakers directly into anonymity.


" Why do you say it's better that way is an explanation really fuckin 'Eco
nods. "I'm just trying to avoid all take the same turn of the last time"
"What last time? Has anyone else got this name?"


Eco gets up, looks at his watch. I swear that has brought a watch just to be able to do this scene. "It's getting late. We will live us to formalize your entry" Very
massonic -style, I think. Me I keep it for myself, I do not think that the atmosphere of the best.

"Eco, what are you trying to ..."
"I'll just say this - I interrupted him - Think about it. Think about that name. It is like putting a nick in a chat
" This can imagine "
" So think about it, "he said before leaving.

And then leave me there. Just like an asshole.

How Far Will A Scorpio Men Go

Chapter Five. Qasatarafalaca



"Where would you like to do the Rite of Babel?" I Queen asks a few days later.
"On a moving train at night. We say that the night of the twelve and a half would be fine Bologna-Rimini"
He thinks for a bit '. "Why own a train?"
I shrug and try to find intelligent reasoning. I just liked.
"Well ... there is nobody, and some cars are practically empty. If a controller does not pass, we can do whatever we want"
"could pass", objected.
"Maddai at that hour? Ok, it is not impossible ... but I happened to be one or two times"
not very convinced.
"And then - I insist - you're the one giving me a head like that, telling me that the meaning of ritual is the changing nature, variety, change and everything else. If you think there's no better place to do it, one that never stands still in the same place "
" Perfect. Now is a sensible speech, "she smiles.

Because - I explain in Regina, while the departure of the train starts to make me run to the side the world - the Tower of Babel was a curse. It 'was a wish come true , to reach God
Imagine all these people who always told mom, dad , love, fear to same way. Using the same words. With the same sounds produced by the same vibration of the vocal cords. Imagine this harmony forced those who can not even conceive the concept of difference, because there is a single, identical way to call him. Gainers
. Rise. They climb, closer to the clouds. And a brick after another, as they each floor of the Tower is completed, some pronounce the word satisfaction filling his mouth, another with a more subtle whisper, as if they understood it might be fragile. Others with a sarcastic snort.
As long as there are workers for whom the satisfaction is a jumble of letters of reach, while for others it is a word fluid from slipping off the lips with pleasure.

Slowly, everyone has a different name for the same thing. And for every name there is all the past history and future of those who pronounce it and its descendants.

While the night slides away from the Rimini-Bologna railway station, Queen tells me that the Rite of Babel is the oldest form of initiation for each narrator. We focus, they throw up a sheet at random syllables, to which we give meaning. You write whatever comes to mind, in the language or non-language you want. You search for a meaning and that meaning, then, can only be true and important. All potentially means everything.
"It tells him to do so even the Pythia of Delphi, when it was owned by Apollo. It is the sense of the old fairy tales abracadabra or tongues of Pentecost. Until the Dadaists or Antonin Artaud, who sought to export the Ritual of Babel to the masses, "he tells her.

I have a drive and a CD with a single mp3 in memory, a piece of Contemporary Post Corporation, to concentrate. And with a little portable battery. ... I was holding the necessary time to say holds if the time necessary, convince me that behind all this talk there is some truth . I believe that there was not already, take unnecessary around.
begin to write. Regina advises me to throw down a few lines normally as if there were no ritual dance. The first ... as you call it, Glossolalia ? come out on their own. The first delusions also. And even then I realize, that'll never be able to speak normally.

all about focus, he says.

Whatever comes out, copy-paste over here.

update.

here that I begin. Outside is a very dark and I know, as I do not know which is the last time and the first (maybe) that I am doing something. Relax. I do not know when it will effect. Chew words ruminant ruminant ruminant parade of dancing, drain, karma. Regina told me to knock them down so nothing is ya yes sir! Como a perro! Cron. I did not think he went down so fast. You okay? Is that bad? I think too much. Salma host of wheeled est en particuler. Vecia panache. I think I delete Parool that seem too ridiculous hic sunt leones, something makes me feel deks Troy baden powell nam nam kyo tau ohm uuh uhh too ridiculous in my time but maybe I have to rewrite gate aider gun does not go well? Or maybe sìmadabbrrr Queen said everything I want. I want and I will not. Protodio in the form of a calf. Drevnom djcym sdldhexj akidoddfn sksjdkdjjsjjsddsi skkkdkicibx ... comes and goes like a hiccup, sometimes goes out and the dkisjdifhhnm, x,. sodnc or PP JJS SJZ psp cslsof skkdesjyln desjytln djsytnziome amoes amods shkasciya dkmascjua sjnascjya track via chains via ice road hanuman juggernaut.

This is what came out. Cute, eh? Now I am quite tired and did not think I could find still makes sense. In the coming days I will ask the Queen or Echo to help me out. By itself, it seems neither more nor less than a set of cows. But

.

But the last word, believe it or not, I typed with my eyes closed. Like those above, just before track (second last line). I wanted to conclude the season. But, instead dell'accozzaglia consonant that you see on, it turned out this name. Without a smudge, without an error or a letter out of place. When I typed on the keyboard your fingers have slipped by instinct, finding the keys themselves.

Well, come to think is not so strange. There was a time when I wrote so much about him. Likely to beat me hanuman keys is fairly automatic.

Hanuman was the name of an old character from my stories. And a Hindu monkey god.

Whichever way things stand, I decided that this will be my name on the Storytellers Criminals.