Una volta feci l’errore di mordere piano il tipo che frequentavo (psicoterapeuta e sessuologo) in pubblica piazza. Mi disse ridendo “tu lo sai che è tutta sessualità repressa che provi nei miei confronti?”. Volevo sotterrarmi.
I once read somewhere that after an especially exhausting life,some souls choose to reincarnate as a tree spending a century just resting. I haven't looked at trees the same since then
it's so pulp fiction coded in some elements, like the way they dance here, when they drink and eat eyes at the table looking at each other, when he puts an hood on the man (his old self) and tapes his mouth it's more reservoir dogs coded but still