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last time i was there i went to see brother still depressed he took all his stuff, including the mattress, to the kitchen where he spent the afternoons from the roof we watched the churches where people we knew had had their baptisms and he smoked before leaving to the factory up on the table he kept a biography of giordano bruno burnt at the stake on 1600 the martyr of the pantheist ideas you can stay and watch the telly or read, i'll be back in the morning and we can get breakfast in a petrol station, he doesn't remember on my previous life i was ian curtis 28 years old reading that law book on the seventh day i marked this passage for

There I visited a fellow artiste who had fallen in hard times, nothing rare to the likes of us. Zelos, I knew, used to be a painter, and I got him to make a portrait of myself. I put on my cape and hat and told him to add my name, in red, 'The Incredible Sirahcni". I'd use it as the sign for my next act. I sat there and he painted, and we tried to hold a conversation: —I had the most horrible dream last night. There was an elephant in my pocket, it changed to a lump of strange heavy metal and then again to an elephant, it talked to me. "Walk downstairs and go backwards." I did. The spiral staircase got smaller with each step. At some po

they smile too much, showing white-but-not-perfect teeth, the teeth of good people. it's a very white and very bright living room. them both are dressed in white, white trousers and white polo shirts. they're sitting down on the edge of a sofa, with their knees almost touching. in front of them there's a tea table. over it, a tea set and a plate of scones. their hands are as expectant, waiting for the other to reach for a scone first. friend says: pornography is like the slime left behind by a snail or slug. it leaves its traces on your mind long after the original image is gone. his hands shake a bit, making as if he were to start it al

the thing was something like this: linda and donatella are in a café. the café is filled with smoke and rumours. a projector lights up half a girl against a wall, someone adjusts it to focus her face, like a woman on a telly. the girl can't see anything, but she listens and waits until the film starts. límite, 1931, peixoto: the face of a woman, the arms of a man. the woman's face on the film and the girl's face against the wall coincide in light and the girl recites 'a film from south america' while límite opens up. linda and donatella are there, almost not talking, and they move around the empty coffee cups full of sug

la cosa era más o menos así: linda y donatella están en un café. en el café hay humos, rumores. un proyector ilumina la mitad de una chica contra la pared, alguien lo ajusta para que solo le dé en la cara, como una mujer en una tele. la chica no ve nada, pero escucha y espera a que empiece la proyección. límite, 1931, peixoto: la cara de una mujer, los brazos de un hombre. la cara de la mujer en la película y la cara de la chica contra la pared concuerdan y la chica recita película sudamericana mientras empieza límite. linda y donatella están ahí y casi no hablan y mueven los