this is a game – a description of my life – basically one location – a room and one and a half characters with whom you interact (((
In the corner next to the couch there was a state-of-the-art stereo system – the subject of my special pride and a source of unearthly pleasure. Carefully selected discs were placed on hanging shelves, flags and pennants of various calibers and portraits of favorite singers and video characters in revealing poses and positions were hung on the walls. In a special cabinet there were souvenirs of my life in various correctional colonies (I first went there when I was not eleven).
There were speakers in all corners of my room. They were also on the walls, on the ceiling, on the floor. When I lay down on my bed and listened to amazing music, it was as if I found myself in the middle of the orchestra. Music enveloped me like a web, penetrating every cell of my being. Now I wanted to listen to the violin concerto performed by the divine Odysseus Coerilos accompanied by the Macon, Georgia Philharmonic Orchestra. Reverently, I took the record from the shelf, placed it on the machine and plunged into the wonderful world of music.
Gradually grace descended on me. The music picked up and carried me, naked, through the ceiling, the roof of a wretched dwelling into the abyss of the universe. I felt every sound tangibly, I could touch it with my hand, play with it like a butterfly. The rich copper of trombones sounded under the bed, the gold of pipes poured from the ceiling, turning my entire insides upside down. And, miracle of miracles, the magical sounds of a solo violin arrived on an airship. It seemed as if the bow was piercing my heart, traveling through my exposed nerves, extracting a healing balm that pacified, enveloping my skinless body like a mother’s placenta..
The accustomed ancestors did not dare to knock on the wall of my room. Let them take sleeping pills if I bother them. Truly, I have always been drawn to this kind of music better than any synthetic. I felt like I was in heaven, and it felt like I was talking to the Lord God himself. At such moments I was surrounded by phantasmagoric images. All around were men and women in white robes, young and old, healthy and infirm. They fell on their faces, begging for mercy. I laughed and smashed their faces with my army boots. And there were also young girls with full breasts, and I pounced on them like a hungry animal, tore their sweet bodies and raped, raped… The music reached its climax, and so did I. I screamed wildly, sprayed saliva, moaned, screamed, screamed. I finished with the last sounds of the violin. After this he staged “Jupiter” by the divine Mozart, and with it the faces that needed to be crushed reappeared. For a snack, I left the old, strong, energetically solemn Johann Sebastian Bach, whose music always restored my physical strength and mental balance. "Brandenburg Concert". At the sound of it, for some reason a stupid inscription above the gate of the cottage appeared before my eyes – “OUR HOME”. Then a white sheet of paper with the title “A CLOCKWORK ORANGE” written in large letters. Now that I was listening to Bach and. WITH., the hidden meaning of this strange name began to dawn on me. But will I ever fully understand it??
R.In 2014 there was the World Championship. And yes, you were never able to drive away the ghost(
Geez, someone remembers Zadornov’s story https://tiltbetcasino.co.uk/withdrawal/ about the weight. I thought that all these people had already died of old age. A review of the norms.
Thank you, but it’s not connected with Zadornov. There is a moment in the plot when they write a statement against GG, allegedly he ties a weight to a rope and knocks on the window with it. In this regard, the district police officer comes to investigate.
There was no ghost there (if you watched the entire video). And about the Euro – I stupidly said the first thing that came to mind. Since I’m not interested in football at all, I can be forgiven 😉
