Lost My Digital Copy File

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In Airport mingled among the people. He tried more crowded for the room to remain unseen. Ate sitting at. Then he drank a cup of coffee too bitter, sipping a long time. He paid in cash, ignoring the sly smile of a waitress. He went without haste.
The bus station was very close. He went up, the driver paid the ticket and sat near the window in one of the files behind. In head heaps of unresolved thoughts.
was tempted to call his family. Seeing him after all this time would upset them. It was certain.
The bus left reeling. Did not notice either.
Turn the phone would be risky. And then it was obvious that his would have asked too many questions. Forget it. Prudence prevailed.
began to rain. Little, but with insistence. The blurred lights of oncoming cars pierced the windows wet, radiating sprawl.
The intensity of thought led him to nod off.
The air grew heavy. There was a bad smell. Every now and then a hum noise penetrated the head from ear to ear. He felt discomfort.
A cough. Then another. He felt a warmth
slimy creep down my spine. He realized he could no longer move her head or open his eyes.
Again the buzz. From side to side. He felt suffocated. The arms, legs, hands, wrapped in moist heat that is unnatural and numbness. She decided to scream. The lips, glued to each other, then drowned in a desperate attempt to rattle grotesque.
Then he saw it. He saw himself become one with the horrible seat. The walls of the bus became a hot plate.
dry cough. Sweat. Fuoriscivano screeching metal cables from the walls.
pain. Intense. Cables, metal, harpooned the flesh. His.
meat and metal. Metal and flesh. The sharp slowdown
woke him up.
again.
It happened again.
always the case.

Sayings About Experience

went up the first available flight, with less of the essential in a small backpack, directed towards a non-goal in which to disappear.

He stopped feeling

observed only when he felt the pressure off the stomach. Then he fell asleep. Neither hunger nor thirst, nor the flight attendants managed to wake him.

In sleep he saw objects darting fire in a sky of copper and lead, and lived a meaningless run in the paths of a rough wood overwhelming. He heard his own grief when the race was changed in a frenzied pace forced and unnatural, as if the muscles of rubber.

His eyes filled with panic, look at her legs slowly sinking into the ground who became a dense mass of mud and hungry. The tendons were stretched in a futile effort.

muffled sound, more dark than light, glare sudden but brief.

The plane landed with a bang. It was a violent awakening, without relief. He felt the sweat irritate the face and the other passengers shouting excited and tired. A sharp pain in my stomach, empty and in turmoil.

yet nightmares, nightmares ever.

He opened his eyes only when the speakers caw formulas rite.