watching an old decrepit, and I springs to mind Kate Moss. Under a sky of stars shrouded lascivious lick her pussy with a hungry passion. Then we have of expensive whiskey and all sorts of sophisticated drugs. It does concern settle for mediocre toxic, naturally disadvantaged. A tremendously attractive woman invites me to his house, and instead of banged on the comfortable double bed, I propose to them a delicate portrait. And I can not draw. Strait in the long coat scarred by cigarette burns, I feel a chill on meat cutter. And I think to a nudist beach, under the evil sun, which burns skin shriveled, Florida, obscenely merciless. The essays
I would call a dangerous dissociated. They are simply crazy. One of the many to be shut.
He dropped on the eve of the Immaculate Conception. Everything seems to have a link, a Christian motivation. A text message from 10 cents to say enough, with claims of meetings clarifiers. It happens a dozen times a month. And what good is a pathetic encounter? I do not like meetings clarifiers. And even the Christmas lights blinking. "But you want it to end by sms?". And then other curses angrily. "What man are you?". "You do not even the balls to see me?". And many other, less sought after. Never, I'm not a coward, I thought are switched on one. I called. And basically what changes? An SMS is still in evidence, a trace of the past. I delete them as soon as received, text messages. She wanted to leave me a voice, and I made him do.
I drank any alcohol remaining scattered in the house, I fell asleep and peaceful. A beautiful bridge solitdine exasperating. I became aware that the sun was high, and a kind of vice enveloped my body stretched out, stark naked. Peaceful and painless. It did not hurt. As a light blanket of pins, which clings to the meat. The subtle light, discrete filtering, has collected in his parable cross, a crumpled newspaper on the dresser, 'a portion of black screen, and my shiny chapel. Fucking arrogant, swollen and scappellato, vaguely tilted to the left. Excited for no reason. Symbol of a body still alive. And 'the meter to see that I'm still good, the dick. Along with a string of rough beard. And because the brain is a tinsel powerless. Even doctors and shrinks, they should study hard cock. The deck continues to provide imaginary trouble. On the ceiling, a wire hanging. Self-propelled, twisting and inqietante, indulged whirlwinds nonexistent. Waves and horrible rhythm, dance tunes silent.
I got up, I opened the window on the quiet buildings graying, I lit a cigarette and me are smoked down to the filter. Washed with scented bubble bath to sandals, I ridisteso on the unmade bed. And there I stayed a whole day. Adding to the naked with the cold that froze the skin and hilt empty. A light look at that thread, which continued to flood, obscene and tireless.
I would call a dangerous dissociated. They are simply crazy. One of the many to be shut.
He dropped on the eve of the Immaculate Conception. Everything seems to have a link, a Christian motivation. A text message from 10 cents to say enough, with claims of meetings clarifiers. It happens a dozen times a month. And what good is a pathetic encounter? I do not like meetings clarifiers. And even the Christmas lights blinking. "But you want it to end by sms?". And then other curses angrily. "What man are you?". "You do not even the balls to see me?". And many other, less sought after. Never, I'm not a coward, I thought are switched on one. I called. And basically what changes? An SMS is still in evidence, a trace of the past. I delete them as soon as received, text messages. She wanted to leave me a voice, and I made him do.
I drank any alcohol remaining scattered in the house, I fell asleep and peaceful. A beautiful bridge solitdine exasperating. I became aware that the sun was high, and a kind of vice enveloped my body stretched out, stark naked. Peaceful and painless. It did not hurt. As a light blanket of pins, which clings to the meat. The subtle light, discrete filtering, has collected in his parable cross, a crumpled newspaper on the dresser, 'a portion of black screen, and my shiny chapel. Fucking arrogant, swollen and scappellato, vaguely tilted to the left. Excited for no reason. Symbol of a body still alive. And 'the meter to see that I'm still good, the dick. Along with a string of rough beard. And because the brain is a tinsel powerless. Even doctors and shrinks, they should study hard cock. The deck continues to provide imaginary trouble. On the ceiling, a wire hanging. Self-propelled, twisting and inqietante, indulged whirlwinds nonexistent. Waves and horrible rhythm, dance tunes silent.
I got up, I opened the window on the quiet buildings graying, I lit a cigarette and me are smoked down to the filter. Washed with scented bubble bath to sandals, I ridisteso on the unmade bed. And there I stayed a whole day. Adding to the naked with the cold that froze the skin and hilt empty. A light look at that thread, which continued to flood, obscene and tireless.
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