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#dialogue – short version Paris. 1957. The house (living room) of Sara de LaMonter – a famous French actress. Sara de LaMonter: Have you heard the news about Marcel Klee, your art dealer? Marc Chagall: (panicking) Nooo… Valentina and I were in Florence last week, sort of a modern art conference – very odd, almost in Picasso-style, but as you can imagine, my wife loved it. We were staying quite...
Introducing two book covers for my upcoming poetry books (satire and humor). Why two? Because I’m planning to make a high speed realise… 🌪🔥 Soooo Ray! 😂 42 Degrees of Truth – book #1 (Unicorn) Release date – October 25 (celebrates Frankenstein Friday) Content Part 1 – The Wild Unknown: pick a direction Part 2 – The Roots of Morality Part 3 – Soul Shacking Inspiration Part 4 – Have...
Bruck – #personaljournal “You know they are going to come and get you, don’t you?” “Who?” “My brother and WoodWord.” “Shhhh. Yes. I know…” It was the last words she said to me. The Little Blessed One. Ah, her trembling breath reminded me of a tune of Vertigo, the haunting Suite of Bernard Herrmann. Do you love classical music? What is your favorite? Let’s imagine you stop at a hotel,...
Short version ch. 22 – #dialogue (1000 words) x x x Cash, Ichi, and Ola are standing near the lake, a couple of miles from the shuttle. Cash: Here you are, my Pearl! A dream planet! I still can’t believe we are breathing without our masks. It’s all that matters, guys. (laughing) Do you understand? We have finally found a new place to start over… look at the water. It’s...
x x x The place is full of stars. The most dominating light is shining from the old chair. The chair is spinning in the middle of the room. Mr. Time is walking around, sometimes speeding up and disappearing from sight. Pain is sitting on a small orange sofa, feeling dizzy. Mr. Time: (looking around) Do you like my office? Yeah, very lovely. By the end of the day, if...
Trotta – #privatejournal My mom was white… Her dad was from the Republic of Chad. He was also a drug addict. Her mother, Alice (my grandma), have died young from overdose. When you are growing up between the empty food canisters, cigarette butts and brutal kicks in the head, you learn to stay strong no matter what. My mom was a tough one. She studied a lot. She had a...
Unknown Voice #privatejournal Another fuckin’ day. Do you have any idea how tired I am of having to go through yet another damn day? Of course you don’t. Your human scope is too limited. I don’t envy you, but I do. I don’t because: A) such limited appreciation of the fine details would make me clingy, unnecessarily sentimental. I said sentimental, NOT emotional! Very in tune with my emotions, I am. It’s...
