Sunday, November 28, 2010

Rash Similar To Malar Rash

who has seen Liriope?

Liriope non è tornata. Guillaume Grégoire Louisquinze è rimasto un po' in Italia per cercarla, ma poi tornato a Québec perché said that its beer is not self-sufficient. Alibech, however, is still here, is a guest in my home. The black visoncina not give up and he went in recent days, along with KK and Lucy the cat Arthur, from which autogrill Liriope is gone to look for clues. They spend whole days to sniff the ground around autogrill. It rains all the time and they go home at night exhausted and unhappy with the fur wet.
T oday it rained furiously all day. The campaign has been transformed into an unbroken marsh mud, the sky is low and the clouds roll in the bushes dripping and the slopes covered with dead leaves. We're not leaving, we were all evening to prepare decorations for the Christmas baskets Lucy KK (you may remember that the powder color visoncina makes his living with a stand that sells jams, teas and candles).
Last night I had a curious dream. I was going to find someone who lived on a hill not far from my house, it was night and I climbed a dark alley and see a group of houses on the hill, some of which could see the lighted window. It was winter, but it was not raining and the hill was quiet. Cold, yes, but sparkling, for sure it was clear that day. To my right, on the dark hill, two arcing ... two ports of light?


(A sinistra Alibech, a destra Lucy K.K.)

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Nintendo Ds Scratch Remover

paranoid personality disorder ...? The mysterious disappearance of Liriope

Ho ritrovato un post che Susanna aveva scritto e si era dimenticata di pubblicare...

No, non voglio raccontare la solita barzelletta in voga tra gli psicologi della domenica o di altri giorni della settimana, quella che fa
"Lei è paranoico!"
"No, è lei, dottore, che mi odia!"
Sono una gatta seria, io, e di solito empatizzo coi paranoidi. Mio fratello Edoardo insinua – è malevolo, egli – che li capisca perché sono anch’io paranoid, but he is known to have it with me. No, I have compiled a report for the third seminar of Professor Biancamagnolia (If this continues, I graduated without even passing by the way) and I have analyzed this time, one of Mother's favorite novels, entitled "Fear of killing," the English writer Ruth Rendell. (Actually, the novel is entitled A demon in my view and it is a yellow, I came out at the end of the sixties, but Mom says it is so beautiful it deserves to be promoted in the literary masterpiece). We are situated in it, the description of a case of paranoid personality disorder with homicidal impulses of matching the bargain, but appears as one of its pages, including an episode that, according to research by Maddy, could be attributed to the vengeance of the little Albert referred to previous post ...



This, in short, the story. The clerk Arthur Johnson lives in a dreary London suburb, in a comfortably furnished apartment, tidy and polished (which also comes only him, but you never know). His life is respectable: he works as a clerk in a firm, not married or have relations with women (not ever), does not drink (because otherwise it becomes too aggressive), does not smoke, do not go to anyone as he says " it stands for his own '. It was raised by his Aunt Gracie, that apparently brought him up with love after his mother (who did not think twice about it when it came to lie with a man) has given birth, and his sister sold abandoned forever. To the father, we do not know, probably the same mother of Arthur, if it was requested in this regard would not have been able to provide precise details on his identity. Aunt Gracie, therefore, the lovingly grows (in the sense ... ), inculcate healthy values \u200b\u200bof abundance: the feeling of being an outcast who must redeem himself from the lowliness of his birth, the hatred of sex, distrust of women (but also to human beings in general, specie se di differente colore), il servilismo verso i "Superiori" di qualsiasi tipo, il fanatismo per la pulizia, il terrore dell’altrui giudizio. Dopo la morte della zia, Arthur rimane solo e sviluppa una simpatica abitudine: seguire una donna nel dedalo di viuzze delle periferie londinesi e strangolarla, traendone un immenso ed ineffabile piacere. Come minimo, direi io; ho sempre simpatizzato con il povero Arthur… Non si deve tuttavia pensare che egli sia contento di ciò: si rende conto che ammazzare le donne per strada è maleducazione, sa che cosa succede a chi fa ciò che lui ha fatto (non che ne provi rimorso, ovviamente, ha paura della legge); allora studia uno stratagemma per sfogare i suoi istinti e non pagarne le conseguenze. Having found abandoned in the garbage post-war, a life-size mannequin depicting a woman, the door in the basement of his mansion, it wears the clothes of Aunt Gracie, making it a White Lady and strangles when the patron turns. Simple, but effective: the law allows you to kill anything that is not made of flesh and blood, think Arthur, and with this system goes on for years without feeling the need to kill ... until one day a young student arrives in the palace , named Anthony, who is about to graduate (in psychology, as well) and in the meantime does volunteer work with children in the neighborhood.
on 5 November in London is reminiscent of a historical figure Guy Fawkes, and organize festivals in cui viene bruciato un fantoccio che lo raffigura. Il giovane Anthony, con i bambini e le mamme del quartiere, organizza una festa, al culmine della quale un manichino vestito da Guy Fawkes è bruciato; e indovinate quale manichino sono andati tanto bene a pescare? Ma la Dama Bianca di Arthur Johnson, ça va sans dire . Il povero Arthur arriva troppo tardi per impedire lo scempio. Furibondo, convintissimo che Anthony già da tempo nutra, per motivi di vicinato, del rancore nei suoi confronti, si vendica cominciando a sottrargli la posta dell’amante, una donna sposata che è indecisa se lasciare il marito e mettersi con Anthony o mollare Anthony e restare col marito. Così la faccio decidere io, ragiona Arthur, non ricevendo more answers from Anthony, who will think this is the oven, and send a crap .... Meanwhile, however, poor Arthur, deprived of his fetish, he is forced to go out again on the streets at night to look for some prey to choke ... and unwittingly strangles a neighbor so well (but much of the blame Arthur and her husband gets away again ... but not for long). How goes the story does not tell you for three reasons:
1) what interests me is the disease that afflicts Arthur Johnson;
2) I would like to advance a hypothesis about what is the role of little Albert (referred to in the book no mention, however
, but I know why the things me invent;
3) the novel is good, go read on their own, breed pisquani.

( Fear of killing, is entitled, is Ruth Rendell, now the publisher Fanucci took to republish his novels, but more often to change the title, then badateci).

What does the DSM-IV personality disorder paranoid?
These are the diagnostic criteria:

A) A pervasive distrust and suspiciousness toward others (such that their intentions are interpreted as malevolent), beginning by early adulthood and present in a variety of contexts , as indicated by four (Or more) of the following:
1) suspects, without sufficient basis, to be exploited, deceived or damaged (such as, without a sufficient basis? But it's true!) 2) is reluctant to confide in others because fears that her confidences can be twisted against him;
3) in all events, even benevolent, sees hidden meanings, humiliating or threatening (which, for most of the time, it is!) 4) no doubt justification of loyalty or fidelity of the partners, friends and colleagues;
5) constantly brings resentment (grrrrrr!!) ;
6) perceives attacks on his role, even are not evident to others.

It does the same things with the poor therapist who tries to give a straightened, of course ... Symptoms such as these are quite evident in the poor Arthur Johnson. His style of relating to others is hard, when dealing with someone is perpetually afraid of being humiliated or ridiculed, is obsessed with making a good impression, and has low self-esteem (the mother did not want him and for most was a big bitch ...), so it is worried about the people, he said, represent power. One day, the street was stopped by a young man who makes an opinion poll, Arthur gives punctiliously tutte le informazioni che vuole e, dice l’autrice, quando vede che la donna ha preso nota di tutto si sente un po’ meglio … come a dire loro mi hanno controllato, loro ora sanno che sono una persona perbene… Odia e teme gli altri, ma proietta i suoi sentimenti al di fuori di sé: non è lui che odia, sono gli altri che ce l’hanno con lui. Ha fantasie di legami concreti e magici con gli oggetti (la Dama Bianca, oggetto in senso letterale e in senso psicologico)
Solo che…
L’autrice lo definisce "psicopatico".

Saturday, November 13, 2010

La Fitness Sales Counselor 2010



Dopo quarantott'ore dalla scomparsa della visoncina wrangeliana, alfine la forza pubblica s'è messa in moto. Alibech Estalère ha formalizzato la denuncia ed ha portato una foto della sua amica (quella che vedete sopra, scattata nel giardino Zen dell'Università di Edmonton). La Polizia ha scoperto che Liriope Bonnelicke ha preso l'aereo dal Canada ed ha fatto scalo a Francoforte. Dopo una sosta di circa due ore, è salita su un aereo diretto a Firenze, da dove ha preso un pullmann diretto a Perugia. Nel corso di una sosta ad un autogrill sull'Autostrada del Sole, la visoncina è svanita nella sera come se non fosse mai esistita.
I passeggeri hanno fatto caso a lei (vedere un visone che sale su un pulmann con il bagaglio non è, after all, something that happens every day) and someone has also noticed that when the medium is broken, she was not there, but nobody said anything, it was evening, the driver lowered the lights and many people s' is put to sleep.
Liriope A video camera has taken over as it passes through the underpass, dall'autogrill leads to the opposite side of the motorway (where there is a restaurant of the same chain). Alibech and GG have seen the video of the camera and say it was worrying to see the outline of Liriope, shoulders, moving away dragging feet in the tunnel and disappears into the darkness.

Nell'autogrill the opposite side of the road there is nothing that is not the first, where he had stopped the bus from Florence. Behind the restaurant there is a hard-discount surrounded by a large open space which ends at a dirt road downhill to a group of houses and then you lose in the countryside. Police have speculated that Liriope is out of there, or that someone has a car waiting in the parking lot and that has shown to the north ...

Friday, November 5, 2010

Solo Dance Costume Dress

The Lives of the Saints: the Blessed Frescone Pergoletta

A procession was rather dull Sunday, October 31 is the one that visited the shrine della Pergoletta, sulle cime del Monte Tezio, sopra Perugia. Io, Tarquinius, i tre visoni Asiak, Alibech e G.G. (così viene chiamato, per brevità, il birraio Guillaume-Grégoire Louisquinze), il furetto Annibale sposo di Asiak, il ratto della Sabina con il suo fidanzato, il panda rosso Fulgenzio Plancìade, e il Bimbo (la Bimba era andata alla Fiera dei Morti ad aiutare Lucy K.K. e il suo compagno Arturo).
La mattina Alibech e G.G. erano stati in Questura a denunciare la sparizione di Liriope ed erano tornati scontenti per la scarsa considerazione che, a loro dire, avevano ricevuto dalle forze dell'ordine. " Bamboli, spalano aria e macinano acqua"  had rumbled the mink. I had pointed out that the police are unlikely to move before forty-eight hours after the disappearance, and the mink had spat on the hearth. Not wanting to stay at home loquizzare in vain, as he put it, we took the van Tarquinius and we went to church desecrated the pergola, once dedicated to St. Frescone, whose life has illuminated the Child. I remember, however, for those who are new to these pages, that Christ is not an atheist, more, read up on the fact love lives of the saints not for devotional purposes - which are rather remote from him - but to mock cults and to highlight inconsistencies and recklessness.
Ben was the sad story of San Frescone, began the wicked boy. Magistrate of the town of Oscanum at the foot of Tezio, had abandoned the pagan cults to embrace the Christian faith and was committed in the great persecution of the Emperor Diocletian (third century AD.) Had unleashed against the followers of the Son of God captured by a troop of rude Roman centurions led by Egnatius Ruscius and having steadfastly refused to recant, he was forced to choose between death and Bungamati Bungamati , a terrible habit borrowed from the colonies Tripoli, which was rampant in the sodomy of the victim by part of the whole coorte. Fieramente, Frescone aveva scelto la morte e la condanna era stata eseguita: il magistrato era stato accoppato da una potente capocciata del più deficiente soldato vandalo della legione, Maurus Kasparius, tristemente noto per la durezza della sua cervice e della mancanza, all'interno di essa, di qualsivoglia vestigio di materia cerebrale...

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

What Happens During Masterbation

of Halloween or All Saints? Celery


Non ci eravamo tanto preoccupati non vedendo arrivare Liriope. Lei non aveva proprio promesso che sarebbe venuta per Ognissanti, lo aveva solo ipotizzato. Mentre Alibech e Guillaume-Grégoire avevano prenotato l'aereo e avevano anche fatto sapere quando saremmo potuti andare a Fiumicino a prenderli, Liriope  Bǿnnelycke aveva subordinato la sua presenza a non so quale impegno accademico all'Università di Edmonton, dove insegna lingua e letteratura ciaplina. Lucy K.K. aveva insinuato che avesse paura di tornare in Europa, dopo la sanguinosa esperienza di due anni fa con la pellicciaia che voleva farne una stola, ma l'ipotesi non aveva trovato conferme.
Non lo avevamo trovato strano, dicevo. Alibech e Guillaume-Grégoire erano arrivati venerdì all'aereoporto, erano stati prelevati da Maysa e da suo marito ed erano arrivati nel pomeriggio a casa del furetto Annibale e di Asiak, che non li vedeva da parecchio e si è oltremodo commossa nel ritrovarli. Alibech ha assicurato che Liriope sarebbe venuta, ma che non le aveva precisato con che volo; e la cosa è rimasta lì, per aria, come fumo di una candela che aleggia sopra una tavola dopo la cena.
La cena di sabato si è svolta con contenuta allegria. Mancavano Lucy K.K. e Arturo il soriano, che stavano preparando la bancarella per la Fiera dei Morti, ma c'erano, oltre alla lince e a suo marito, Edoardo, Martino il rabbino, Michelangelo il ratto con il suo fidanzato Fulgenzio Planciade e Maria Grata Li Greci, la gatta bianca anestesista e danzatrice orientale a tempo perso. Si raccontavano barzellette - il visone Guillaume-Grégoire è un tipo un po' greve e ne possiede una riserva inesauribile, told all over with a syntax that Edward called creative - and we talked about Halloween.
I said that I had nothing against the festival itself, but that seemed a massive market, a party imported into Italy only to encourage the kids to throw more money than they already do not throw shit in pseudo- horror and witchcraft theme nights at the disco - a position on which all present agreed.
Late in the evening I received a phone call seeking Alibech. She was the sister of Liriope Bǿnnelycke who wanted to talk to her and know why he did not answer the phone.
E 'missed fuori che la visoncina aveva preso l'aereo sei o sette ore dopo che erano partiti gli altri due e che quindi sarebbe dovuta arrivare da un pezzo.
Solo che non era arrivata.