Super Trick or Treat System

Of course Lichfield was there, and Constanta was radiant as usual. Galloway chose to go with them, and Eddie and Tallulah also chose. Three or four other people also joined the group.

This is their first night of freedom, here, they travel on the empty road. Eddie was killed by smoke alone, but he was seriously injured in the fire. Body burns, broken limbs. But the audience they will fight for in the future will forgive them for their cruelty. Lichfield said to his new company: "Live for love, and live for art. Our happy band chose the latter's persuasion."

"The applause between the actors continued.

"To you who never died, I can say: Welcome to the world!"

Laughter: Applause.

The lights of cars driving north along the highway make the company distinct. No matter how they look at it, they are like men and women alive. But isn't that their technique? Imitating life so perfectly, hallucinations and real things are indistinguishable? Their new public is waiting for them in the morgue, church cemetery and resting church, and they will appreciate this skill more than most people. Who can applaud the passion and pain they will show more than the dead? death. They need as much entertainment as life. They are a seriously neglected market. Lichfield made it clear from the beginning that this is not to say that the company will perform for money, but that it will fight for the love of art. Will no longer provide services.

He said, "Now, which way should we go north or south?"

"North," Eddie said. "My mother was buried in Glasgow. She died before I had no professional games. I hope she can see me."

Lichfield said, "That's north." "Shall we find some transportation?"

He drove all the way to the highway restaurant, the neon lights flashed just right, making the night bright. The dramatic colors are bright: scarlet, lime, cobalt, and white detergent sprayed from the windows onto the parking lot where they stood. When the passenger appeared, the hissing automatic door appeared, and on the back seat of his car there was a gift of hamburger and cake for the child.

Lichfield said: "Of course, some friendly drivers will find a suitable location for us."

"All of us?" Galloway said.

Lichfield said: "Trucks will do it; the requirements for begging will not be too high." "And we are now begging: benefiting from the whim of customers."

Tallulah said: "We can always steal cars."

Lichfield said: "No need to steal except limbs." "And I will continue to look for a driver." He held his wife's hand.

He said: "No one rejects beauty."

"If someone asks what we are doing here, what should we do?" Eddie asked nervously. He is not used to this role. He needs to rest assured.

Lichfield turned and walked towards the company, his voice buzzing in the night: "What are you doing?" He said, "Of course play games! Smile!"

It was not until the first week of Yugoslavia that Mick discovered his political paranoia of being chosen as his lover. Of course, he has been warned. One of the Queens of Bath told him that Judd was on the right wing of Attila of the Huns, but that person was one of Judd's predecessors, and Mick believed that the character's intention to assassinate was much worse than expected.

If he can listen. Then, he would not be driving on the uninterrupted road of a Volkswagen that seemed to be the size of a coffin, listening to Judd's views on Soviet expansionism. Jesus, he is so boring. He didn't talk, he kept lectures. In Italy, preaching has always been a way for the Communist Party to exploit peasants' votes. Now, in Yugoslavia, Judd is really keen on his subject, and Mick is about to hit his self-deceiving head with a hammer.

It's not that he disagrees with everything Judd said. Some of the arguments Mick understood the arguments seemed wise. But what does he know? He is a dance teacher. Judd is a news reporter and a professional critic. Like most reporters encountered, he felt that he had to have his own opinion on everything under the sun. Especially politics; that is the best trough. You can make a mess of nose, eyes, head and forefoot, and good old days. Devouring is an inexhaustible water, because Judd believes that everything is political. Art is political. Sex is political. Religion, business, gardening, eating, drinking and farting-all are political.

Jesus, it's really boring. Fatally, boring love.

To make matters worse, Judd didn't seem to notice how boring Mick became, or if he noticed, he didn't care. He was just wandering, the argument became more and more heated, and the penalty lengthened with each mile they drove. Mick has decided that Judd is a selfish bastard, and as soon as their honeymoon is over, he will break up with that guy.

It was not until their travels, endless and unmotivated, through the caravans of Central European cultural cemeteries that Judd realized that he had a political lightweight figure in Mick. This guy has little interest in the economy or politics of the country they pass through. He is indifferent to all the facts behind the situation in Italy. When he tried to fail to debate Russia's threat to world peace, he yawned and yawned. He has to face the painful fact: Mick is the queen. He has nothing else to say. Well, maybe he didn't chop up or wear too much jewelry, but he is still a queen, and is happy to indulge in the dream world of early Renaissance frescoes and Yugoslav idols. The complexity, contradiction, and even the pain of making these cultures flourish and wither are very tiring to him. His thinking is deeper than his appearance. He is not a well-dressed person. Some honeymoon.

According to Yugoslav standards, the road from Belgrade to the new Pazar is a good road. The number of potholes was less than on many roads they traveled, and the tunnels were relatively straight. The town of Novi Pazar is located in the Laska River valley south of the city named after the river. This is not an area particularly popular with tourists. Although the road is smooth, it is still impassable and lacks complete facilities. But Mick was determined to go to the monastery in Sopokany, west of the town, and after a bitter battle, he won.

Facts have proved that this journey is exciting. On both sides of the road, the cultivated land looked dry and dusty. The summer is extremely hot and drought has affected many villages. Crop failures and livestock were slaughtered prematurely to prevent them from dying of malnutrition. The faces they glimpsed on the side of the road looked a little lost. Even children, their expressions are very harsh. The eyebrows are as heavy as the old high temperature hanging in the valley.

Now, after a row of tables in Belgrade, they drove in silence most of the time. But like most straight roads, straight roads have also caused controversy. When driving is easy, the mind takes root to stay engaged. What is better than fighting?

"Why are you going to see this **** monastery?" Judd demanded.

This is a clear invitation.

"We have been going this way..." Trying to keep the tone of the conversation. He doesn't want to fight. "More **** virgins, right?"

Mick kept his own voice as much as possible, picked up the "Guide" and read aloud from it... "There can still be seen and appreciated some of the greatest works of Serbian painting, including many critics who believe that this is the eternal of the work Masterpiece. Laska School: "The Dormition of the Virgin. "

be quiet.

Then Judd: "I'm coming to the church."

"This is a masterpiece."

"According to the bleeding book, they are all masterpieces."

Mick felt his control slip.

"Up to two and a half hours-"

"I told you that I don't want to see the church anymore; the smell of these places makes me sick. Old incense, old sweat and lies..."

"This is a short detour; then we can go back on the road and you can give me another lecture on agricultural subsidies in the Sanzak region."

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