The girl, Friday is not coming. In every sense. The running of his lustful hole has failed miserably (or just postponed?). Who knows. In the final game will take all of me. They do not appreciate my feeling fine and deep. And then there
tells a story of the end of April. Another mouthful of my cock, in fact.
away, toward Rome. International courts and social life, without a penny in his pocket. Travel in a busy night for the indigent misfits, ragged and abroad. Fortunately empty compartment, and then a frantic shouting. A cigarette eaten during a break in a remote station. A black two-meter deep blue with huge pockets, brought out of the carriage. The zealous conductor, it pushes hard, looking stern. He reacts piqued. He looked grim.
"Fuck man, fuck rasista of shit." What
mica reacts well.
"Hey you, what did you say? Learn education, lazzaroni rude! Fuck you and whoever does get in Italy.. " She looks at me, look for confirmation. I nod. I keep it good. Maybe I'll smoke in the corridor. Life is made up of compromises.
The boy leaves and dangling snuffed some insult. Guilty of not having a ticket and want to do it by train. So reckless sketch, a question to the conductor:
"Excuse me, but the ticket can not be done also on board?".
mutters, mumbles something unknown.
"Yes, you can ... you could say ... but these scoundrels have to learn the education! What do we do in Italy! Let me see your ticket you rather. "
I understand you have made a bold step. I disappointed with my impertinence. A scoundrel I must have seemed progressive. Shows it to him, the way hole in the nervous and went into the night, looking for other foreign beggars. Then
return. Enter two guys well. Are stacked. They laugh, then they fight, s'insultano. At the end of open seats, raise their shoes and lie down. One of them pulls out a clear cover and lies down. Must be used, a normal thing. They begin to snore, as wild boars, in a synchronous surreal. And give off a peculiar smell, unbearable. I grab my purse as a professional failure, and I slowly into the hall.
"orange, cold beer, aranciataaaa." Walking with a funny accent and a Neapolitan panzetta sickly. I'd fired four of the station, take three more cans of peroni. Eight euro. Escapes any mathematical law.
"Eh, I made you a discount ...". Shows me with his eyes smart.
"Ok.".
Stapp, sip and watching the scenery fly out. Every so often a house isolated, with orange lights still on. That they will be doing still standing? And I, what am I doing in that horrible train? I have not slept 64ore around and I'm sitting on a folding stool in the corridor of a train miserable, led nowhere. The idea to shoot a bullet in the head takes a few seconds. Then I remember being a conscientious objector, he is not authorized to use weapons. What am I to reject violence. Even against me. I arrest you even in death. What a ridiculous paradox. From wherever you look, they always manage to fuck. It untap another. E 'warm as piss, but that is. Must be satisfied. I expect a nice warm pussy and a two-day VIP village digress in the hole, discuss in the back back. Better than working in the fields.
'm broken, I hurt the kidneys. I need to sleep, I'm not a cocaine addict, and not even organize feasts with young gay prostitutes seek. I will never do politics. I try to sleep with her head bent forward. Like a horse. But I can not. There is nothing more heinous of the will and power. The secret is not thinking about it. It has been another. I lift the tab and watch the sunrise flowing unveils rugged mountains in the distance. I mean, you often see the sunrise. Rarely check to see it in motion. Different but always the same. Even in that jalopy nauseating, there is something beautiful to marvel. And the fools if they are sleeping. I finish the third well and remain on the seat.
begin a beautiful dream. Two poles Finnish dancing and smiling lasciviously, around my bed. Smell of incense, wild grass and vanilla. Sway wink and half-naked, with strange golden ribbons around hair flowing like waves resigned. They wear a sky blue dress, short and exciting, with a belt, gold also, to enclose the sides. Cloth that barely covers their legs and sparkling clear. The nipples popping discrete swelling under the dress light and silky. On the sides of the belt, I saw a leather pillow and a knife. What they do with a dagger? He hands me big bunches of grapes and wine mash, as devout maidens. A kind of paradise. And dance to gypsy music. Then crouch trembling, I embrace all panting, squeak, squeal launch discrete and suffused as suckling pig. Sway, wiggle your ass a few inches from my face. I can not resist, I approached one at random. The pick up the dress. Do not take the slip Satan. A hand creeps into those marble buttocks. Jesus, a smooth pussy, and cold. A kind of icing flows through the morning slot at large. I lost. One starts to kiss me. Lip ice, icy, icy light as a feather. Lips of the corpse. The other rider begins to rub and lick his cock slowly. A piece of ice that caress the balls swollen, soft and glides back along the shaft swollen up to the chapel. The blonde Scandinavian We had sharp teeth and disturbing, but do not feel mica. Just a horrible cold that goes on. The other continues to kiss me and smile. A light comes out of the murderous and chilling blue eyes. Jesus, I discovered two bodies that want to kill me. I'm dead, or just crazy. The trill of the phone saves me from a deadly cumshot.
"when you arrive?".
"At 6.30 I think.."
"In half an hour you mean.."
"Yes But you're already awake? "
" You know I'm early morning ... you could stand? ".
"I had just fallen asleep. I was having a nightmare. Two Finnish death raped me and wanted to devour me slowly. Terrible! Terrible! ".
few seconds of awkward silence.
"Ok, then tell me."
"Okay, hello."
"See you later.".
Poor girl. It is to understand it. Who would for two days at home, a dream that two Finnish death and killing, dancing to gypsy music? Perhaps she really loves.
(What happened the next morning, write it next time. Now I broke my dick. And the cigarettes are gone.).
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