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Chapter 9 Think Tank A Poem About Mrs. Vagrant

intestines 恰克·帕拉尼克 655Words 2018-03-21
"Just three doctors," Mrs. Nomad said, "can make you disappear." You will disappear for the rest of your life. Mrs. Tramp is on stage, her legs waxed smooth and her eyelashes dyed thick and black.Her teeth are as white as her bead chains, her skin has been massaged.Her diamond ring shone like a beacon.For her linen suit, the paper pattern is drawn first, and then cut and sewed.In the end, there is no second person in the world who can wear it. Everything about her is like a static monument, and a horde of highly trained experts lined up to make big money. On the stage, there is no spotlight, only a video, a group of women pulling fur images, covering her face like silk.

In the film, the armor of gold and platinum jewelry warns you with the blood red of ruby ​​and the golden yellow of sapphire. Mrs. Nomad said, "It's no fun to have a genius father." Or a genius mother, husband, wife, whoever you want, ask any rich person. But, she said, there were still only three doctors... thanks to the Think Tank Sanatorium. "Really smart people," she said. "They're just the happiest people . . . giving their all." If Edison was still alive, or Marie Curie, Einstein. Their husbands, wives, and children all have to sign all kinds of necessary documents, at that moment.

"To protect their income," said Mrs. Tramp.Various royalties derived from patents and inventions. Skin care and pedicures, charity balls and opera boxes, all kinds of images, slipping across the smooth face of Mrs. Nomad, she said: "Including my father, for his own good." "He was ... impulsive," she said. "Saw a young woman in a tight sweatshirt." Not sharing income with family, ignoring her job. The result—it took three doctors—and now he is: locked in a locked room with all the genius inventors.no phone.For the rest of his life. Among the images of her private island...the horse show...the house sale, etc., Mrs. Nomad said: "Acorns don't fall too far." She said: "We are all... geniuses. Except, "Some of it manifests elsewhere," she said.

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