Where To Hang Screech Owl House

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-Christ ... hours that I will be turning over in bed. " Who had taken the alarm on the table and looked at the time. It was three-forty. Was precisely in that bed for two hours and still could not fall asleep. To-morrow I have to get up early .. fuck, I knew that was not the right way, I knew. I have always been an accountant and I was also good. Who the hell made me do. " He was nervous.

Yeah, who did make it to him? It was a stupid question, and he knew it well. The answer was simple: no. This time she could not give the blame. Pity he had calmed down so many times in the past. But this time with those who take it if he could not lean against faults even to himself? Bah-were the events, he thought. "But the events may change, and I did not do it." He continued to torment for another hour until the alarm woke him that it was seven. Infuse had not slept so bad and it was a nice day.

He went for the first time in what had become the headquarters of his party. Everyone was jovial with him. As word spread of his arrival met him secretary

-You're finally here!

-Excuse me, I slept badly last night, you know, I was a bit 'rough-

But give me pure tu! What are these formalities between us

-I do not know, I'm surprised ... I would feel embarrassed

-And what then, do you give of being? Ah ah ah ah!

Del-boiled?

-Boiled?

-No is that they are still shaken ... know how ...

-Sai, you know. What did I tell you to give me? Already forgotten?

-boiled?

-.... I usually agitated if I bring two beautiful and spends all puttanoni

-Prostitute? But we are not a Catholic party?

-Exactly. You do not allow us to build a harem? And we are going to hell. It's called protest my friend! But you will learn. You bet if you will learn. Ah ah ah ah!

-Catholics are monogamous ...

-Oh yeah?

-Eh-What do you want, when I was reminiscent of the anarchist party

-A anarchist party?

-What can I say, is what led the votes. Then the fascists are out of fashion.

-You have a mess on his head, you know?

-Come on, I was young at the time.

-was last year.

-But yes yes. However, come that you open a bottle of French champagne for having saved the election. I really could not find anyone to nominate. Presenting You saved the party know.

-French Sparkling?

Mica-thank you, is the minimum for what you did.

-yet I seem to have done wrong so big ...

-Hey, what did I tell you before? You have to give me?

-roll?

The day passed between celebrations and some discomfort for a climate that is not understood. Suddenly he realized that the world in which they had fallen was totally alien to him. Tonight you sleep-even-thought and began to turn the house nervously. He remembered that there had to be in the bathroom cabinet of valium and went looking for him.

"But where caz ... boxes full of useless here .. Most of these medicines will also be expired then, I have to decide to throw them a few days

-Ma goes. Why should he? He does not know that medicines worth more than gold?

-Ahhhh! Who the fuck is! You seem

-strung ...

-strung? I am a stranger in the house at night and I should be strung? Badi I have a gun eh, I would or the shooting. Badi eh!

-Come, stop. I'm here to help.

-Who the hell are you?

-How about me? He has never heard of Poggiolini? Yet they are famous.

Co-co ... .. how come in here? It is a ghost?

-Ghost? Do not talk nonsense. Look, I'm still alive and illegal. I have my methods.

-stuff of Freemasonry? She looks

-too many movies .. Pick, nothing special. By the way, I think that should change the lock.

Ben-kind .. What do you want from me?

-I want to help. I want to help not to be afraid of politics. I found out that she has a great need.

-E as it out? I spy? She looks

-too many movies ... Stuff of Freemasonry.

-see. She worries me, you know?

-I can imagine. Look, before you start the pantomime, would not an open sofa which are full of pennies? I bother to carry in his pocket knows.

-No, nothing. Look, let's start with the pantomime, otherwise I would have is getting late and I need to sleep.

he had said that Poggiolini disappeared and at that moment a voice came into the room.

-I am the ghost of politics past.

-Christ's sake! But

-on. Call me Senator Andreotti.

-I did not mean that ... Oh well .. Look, I'm already pretty tired, what should she see me?

-See what? He thinks he's in a story by Dickens perhaps? It's me that you must see, stop. Point. Without too much menate.

-Sa is, from a masquerade I expected at least some kind of allegory.

-Young man, the serious face, the policy has never been allegories, especially the DC. We are good people.

-If the time it takes for an allegory?

-Look, I'm usually in the evening in bed early. He knows what it is, I send the ghost of this policy and do over.

said Senator for life was gone. We did not have time to snort that immediately heard another voice.

-I am the ghost of this policy.

-Again she?

-What is surprising? Do not you know that politics is me?

-Yes, but you know, PDL, PD ... I would have expected at least a Di Pietro.

-But do not be ridiculous. No Di Pietro, always and only me.

-Bello sucks ...

-notch idiot.

-Hey, do not allow more. Look, if I have a gun and runs five minutes then I lose control eh. Badi eh ...

-E wants to kill her with a gun? Knows that years in politics I have?

-No ...

-1944

-Christ!

-I told her I can only call Andreotti.

And the Senator was gone again. And as before, a moment later, he heard a third voice.

-I am the ghost of the future policy-

Third item a few ciufoloni. It's still you!

-S 'look different?

-Senator Andreotti, with all due respect, she now has 89 years, it seems implausible that it can be part of future policy. If nature has its laws even by then should be to fatten the land.

-fool! I ascend to heaven, I do not know? Then a personal friend of God, told me that for 45 years, I can feel comfortable.

-But this is horrible!

-destiny is my friend. And fate is not changed.

Those words shocked him. -You do not change! - Continued to scream the elderly friend of the senator. He had that voice in the ears of the old political future. He needed to talk to Poggiolini. He began to look around the house. Finally found him in the living room.

-Poggiolini! Balcony ... hey ... he is doing to my couch?

-Eh? N.. no .. nothing .. co .. I checked the padding. Really well done. I have a passion for doing things well know.

-Go get your sister for a ride ...

-How?

-No, I said, you see that she is a man of taste.

else-Shit!

-memo .. Listen, I. .. I understood the lesson.

-Eh? What do you mean? He wants to sue?

-But no, he says. I want to enter politics. The policy needs me. I have to change it!

-Look, this was not the end.

-I have to change!

-Look, you happy .. I'm leaving. Take good night.

-I have to change!

-It is .. exchange rates, exchange rates as well .. Look, I can take away an mica ottoman or something?

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