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"Cliff Book"
Lying on the living room rug, he lapped the next words of the author. Each sentence was immediately swallowed up immediately to go curl up on the sofa of his images. It was worse than thirst, as the urgent need for a water in a desert Gobi. satiety An animal in which reason would have made belly. His eyes flanked fangs added to his bestial reading. He chewed so eagerly the pages of the author that he was a cannibal. Drooling, salivating, he enjoyed the moment of this barbarous feast without his conscience will cross his dignity. Therefore, such a beast busy shredding the flesh of paper, he noticed nothing .
The halogen lamp that was set up, gradually losing its light. The succulent, lying on the floor, emptied of its oil. On the Library, moved off the books, leaving drop their leaves were only white and bare sol.Tout flicking around him was losing its essence, while it swelled with the sap of its environment. Ferocity to swallow the words swallowed by the same token everything around him.
When he had closed the book, he saw only emptiness, a void around him ... A living naked, skinny, white, blank. Floated into the room alone a blue cloud in the sky that drew air as a core book. She had resisted his devouring wild, but he does not live.
He felt heavy, big, fat, bloated, sated. Sated his pittance of letters, he decided to go outside to digest all that he had swallowed. On returning, he went to defecate devoured the words of the author, to revive them also differently, because in his spinal still flowed like a spring, the sap of his reading .
The halogen lamp that was set up, gradually losing its light. The succulent, lying on the floor, emptied of its oil. On the Library, moved off the books, leaving drop their leaves were only white and bare sol.Tout flicking around him was losing its essence, while it swelled with the sap of its environment. Ferocity to swallow the words swallowed by the same token everything around him.
When he had closed the book, he saw only emptiness, a void around him ... A living naked, skinny, white, blank. Floated into the room alone a blue cloud in the sky that drew air as a core book. She had resisted his devouring wild, but he does not live.
He felt heavy, big, fat, bloated, sated. Sated his pittance of letters, he decided to go outside to digest all that he had swallowed. On returning, he went to defecate devoured the words of the author, to revive them also differently, because in his spinal still flowed like a spring, the sap of his reading .
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