Thanks for inviting me to the splendid festival of nobles who allowed to be an epicure as much as they want. Glossy kimono with ravenous appetite let the night roar with it. The figure was exactly that of the most advanced style of art, called Avant-Garde. Seemingly, eating has had already finished a role of the life support. Nobles could eat as if they recognized it as the only value. Too big and heavy body which coveted it without an end, inspired them ceaselessly to strive higher and higher toward the shining pinnacle of perfection that was the goal of every artist. It was like the impregnable guard which totally soared to the sky. I used to change it into a cosh, but now Ive learned to change a cosh into a cigarette. While lighting and puffing it, I thanked for topological greatness. Then I felt something heavy in the lungs, I spit it, but it was not going to be over the lungs easily. And I spit it out, then it started stepping forward steadily this time somehow. While putting it out as hard as I could, I discouraged in topological immaturity. It was the one brilliant awareness which was like I caught something, and my small palm moved it. There were thousands of vigorous nobles moving on, but they were in shadow and drab compared to the greatness of its luminousity. My feeling became totally bright when I started thinking about such a thing. Then somebody fell down on her butt suddenly. It must be something for which to be thankful. I really want to describe it right now with all my strength while listening to something like Debussy. Thank you. https://youtube/watch?v=qxDjLhy3aRk
Posted on: Sat, 01 Nov 2014 12:24:17 +0000