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The difference between the way a person looks really is and what he is can be devastating.
Maybe vampires live forever, because you can't see yourself in mirrors or photos.
Everywhere and always people just doing what devour each other? Destroy other people?
He says that readers don't need a story about a charming and talented child who appeared on television, made a lot of money, and then lived happily ever after, and still live happily ever after.
People don't need a happy ending.
People want to read about Rusty hammer, a boy from the "make room for daddy", who then killed himself. Or about Trent Lumina, cute kid from "Nannies and the Professor", who hanged himself on the fence at the Playground. About a little Anise Jones, who played Buffy in "family matters" - remember, she walked arm in arm with a doll named Mrs. Beasley, and then swallowed a lethal dose of barbiturates. Perhaps the biggest dose in the entire history of the County of Los Angeles.
That is what you want people. The same reason why we watch auto racing: what if someone crashes. Not for nothing do the Germans say: "Die reinste Freude ist die Schadenfreude". "The purest joy is gloating". And indeed, we are always pleased when those whom we envy, something bad happens. It is the purest joy and the most sincere. The joy I see in a pricey limo, turning the wrong way on one-way street.
Or when Jay Smith, the "Little varmint", nicknamed Shorty, find dead with multiple stab wounds in the desert in Las Vegas.
Or when Dana Plato, the girl from "Other foreplay", gets arrested, removed naked for "Playboy" and dies after eating sleeping pills.
People stand in queues in supermarkets, collect coupons for discounts or anything. And so they bought a newspaper, you need to print the right materials.
Most of these people want to read about how Laziness 0 Grade, lovely daughter of "Eight is enough", was found dead in some trailer, with my stomach literally full of prozac and vicodin. There is no tragedy, no failure, says my editor, there is no history.
Happy Kenny Wilcox with wrinkles of laughter will not be sold.
The editor said to me:
- Give me Wilcox child pornography in the computer. Give me a number of dead bodies buried under his porch. Then it will be history.
Editor says:
- Better yet, give me all of the above, and he will be dead.
No one shows who he really is.
- Only a few - reads Brandy - winning game show, will choose a prize trip to France. Most will prefer to have a dryer for Laundry.
In order to learn about the person the truth, it is necessary maximally to approach him, and it's almost impossible.
We concluded in the grip of our culture and ingrained in the consciousness of ideas about how people should live on this planet. A person with a brain, two hands and feet. We are so tied that any way out of this trap is the new trap. Everything, whatever we wanted, we were taught to want.
People crave to find clues to all the mysteries, assures me of Brandy. Especially an inquisitive males. They certainly need to visit every mountain, everywhere to leave my mark. Its mark. Pee on every tree. And then forget about it.
The birth of man is a mistake, to correct which he tries throughout his life.
Nothing about me is original. I - joint effort of all the people I once knew.
All that we are, inherited. We're not the real us.
Maybe people are simply Pets alligators that God flushed down the toilet?
There are people who still believe that they control their lives.
If people believe that see you one last time, they really saw you. Otherwise, they are talking to you about their problems with the Bank about the song that plays on the radio, or fix my hair while you're talking about.
You had their attention.
They start to listen instead of just waiting for their turn to speak.
And even when they spoke, they weren't talking about yourself. They talk to you, and after this conversation, you both feel a little different.
