Click to Open Web Page (sound: open it and make it small and read the rest: this is about our values and stereotypes, about hopes and dreams.)

this story is about the stars and the moon and the sun and 2 army planes and a dj with transparent glasses and a hat a porn star and a princess born prince a glam photographer and a model a pharmacist and a bald marketing person with big black glasses acting gay. there is also an architect, an old architect that lost his memory because he used to drink 20 coffees a day, 5 days a week almost 24 7. wtf is 24 7? and wtf is wtf: we all know that these are symbols of our lifes.

... in fact the model studies to become a doctor.

- couture! he or she now looked in the mirror and asked who was the most lovely in the world. took a pill + 2 lines to keep her going and waited for a reply from the mirror. (while in bed)

meanwhile, her brother she was calling him "big bro" was doing business outside of the country. he was turnig big money around, people were creating needs for him deep down the human soul and body, sculpting the human sort on business bases with marketing tools and armies of workers.

(she did another line thinking why not)

imagine a movie about a car that has 1 000W of lights inside and turns round and round in a city. 20 kids are playing in the streets and learning life.

impossible to do because the settings are:

a photo studio white light all over a round surface ready to create the modern persective: white infinite a trashy bed with images of known magazines and porn a hot model a mysterious photographer wearing cowboy boots and alot of black. few makeup also flashes going boum boum (soft) turntables

camera overexposes +1.3

and there is no way to bring a car up there.

and the father cames in puts a baggy on the table claps and goes to the turntables.

PLAY

boum boum

comes near sits and looks at the ass model imagining her as in porn websites: bend and spread wide he was thinking. in that same moment he realises that this mental image brings him to his wife, the pornstar. so he shakes his head and changes his mouth. no more excitation.

but the visual couple does not say a word. they feel like they are producing something for someone. and they are both waiting for a good result. he stands and walks in circles.

phone rings. someone answers to another one. someone is peeing one the other end: (if you would permit i would have put a recording of a russian singing. since you do not allow me to do that i feel that a programmer gets over my decisions and the interpretation of the world stops here. to bad for you, you will never knwo the end of this story).

fucking couture might be a fashioned static statue, in a story fashioned by you.