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Lie-novel... books that don't close, once opened, you can never close them, they are always with you with an endless restlessness. Literature is full of imaginary novels, they sell you dreamy dreams, they exploit your emotions, they stand aside and grin at you like uncles scratching their belly.. Crazy ajar talks about himself, me, you without stopping. There is no need for a big dream world, the big ones are the murderers, the vampires, it just brings the pain together. There is no shortage of topics anyway, why would there be any?! says Ajar.
I was introduced to his book when there was all this poverty. Ajar and I became close relatives through the novel. The author says that kinship is biological dirt by blood, we are not that kind of relative... I never manage to describe books as if I were narrating a movie, because I don't read them by heart. I can only express what it makes me feel. :)
pseudo-novel
artificially. I got so hopeful that I ran to the street naked and shouted "Hurray!" I started shouting at the top of my voice. They immediately took me to the police station. When I explained to Commissioner Paternel that this would be the beginning, that we would eventually give birth to ourselves, that we would no longer be sons of bitches, but children of our own creation, that we could be a human species without the starter gene, cops and nuclear ideology, they all jumped on me and made a mess of my face. But this did not break my hope; It didn't stop me from running through the streets handing out leaflets and shouting that paternal inheritance was over. They put me in the hospital.:))peaceful reading:)))