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Thank you. What an extraordinary night, capping off an extraordinary week, capping off an extraordinary 100 years at the NAACP.

So Chairman Bond, Brother Justice, I am so grateful to all of you for being here. It’s just good to be among friends.

It is an extraordinary honor to be here, in the city where the NAACP was formed, to mark its centennial. What we celebrate tonight is not simply the journey the NAACP has traveled, but the journey that we, as Americans, have traveled over the past 100 years.

It’s a journey that takes us back to a time before most of us were born, long before the Voting Rights Act, and the Civil Rights Act, Brown v. Board of Education; back to an America just a generation past slavery. It was a time when Jim Crow was a way of life; when lynchings were all too common; when race riots were shaking cities across a segregated land.

It was in this America where an Atlanta scholar named W.E.B. Du Bois, a man of towering intellect and a fierce passion for justice, sparked what became known as the Niagara movement; where reformers united, not by color, but by cause; where an association was born that would, as its charter says, promote equality and eradicate prejudice among citizens of the United States.

From the beginning, these founders understood how change would come — just as King and all the civil rights giants did later. They understood that unjust laws needed to be overturned; that legislation needed to be passed; and that Presidents needed to be pressured into action. They knew that the stain of slavery and the sin of segregation had to be lifted in the courtroom, and in the legislature, and in the hearts and the minds of Americans.

They also knew that here, in America, change would have to come from the people . It would come from people protesting lynchings, rallying against violence, all those women who decided to walk instead of taking the bus, even though they were tired after a long day of doing somebody else’s laundry, looking after somebody else’s children. It would come from men and women of every age and faith, and every race and region — taking Greyhounds on Freedom Rides; sitting down at Greensboro lunch counters; registering voters in rural Mississippi, knowing they would be harassed, knowing they would be beaten, knowing that some of them might never return.

Because of what they did, we are a more perfect union. Because Jim Crow laws were overturned, black CEOs today run Fortune 500 companies. Because civil rights laws were passed, black mayors, black governors, and members of Congress served in places where they might once have been able not just to vote but even take a sip of water. And because ordinary people did such extraordinary things, because they made the civil rights movement their own, even though there may not be a plaque or their names might not be in the history books — because of their efforts I made a little trip to Springfield, Illinois, a couple years ago where Lincoln once lived, and race riots once raged — and began the journey that has led me to be here tonight as the 44th President of the United States of America.

Because of them I stand here tonight, on the shoulders of giants. And I’m here to say thank you to those pioneers and thank you to the NAACP.

And yet, even as we celebrate the remarkable achievements of the past 100 years; even as we inherit extraordinary progress that cannot be denied; even as we marvel at the courage and determination of so many plain folk — we know that too many barriers still remain .

We know that even as our economic crisis batters Americans of all races, African Americans are out of work more than just about anybody else — a gap that’s widening here in New York City, as a detailed report this week by Comptroller Bill Thompson laid out.

We know that even as spiraling health care costs crush families of all races, African Americans are more likely to suffer from a host of diseases but less likely to own health insurance than just about anybody else.

We know that even as we imprison more people of all races than any nation in the world, an African American child is roughly five times as likely as a white child to see the inside of a prison.

We know that even as the scourge of HIV/AIDS devastates nations abroad, particularly in Africa, it is devastating the African American community here at home with disproportionate force. We know these things.

These are some of the barriers of our time. They’re very different from the barriers faced by earlier generations. They’re very different from the ones faced when fire hoses and dogs were being turned on young marchers; when Charles Hamilton Houston and a group of young Howard lawyers were dismantling segregation case by case across the land.

But what’s required today — what’s required to overcome today’s barriers is the same as what was needed then. The same commitment. The same sense of urgency. The same sense of sacrifice. The same sense of community. The same willingness to do our part for ourselves and one another that has always defined America at its best and the African American experience at its best.

And so the question is, where do we direct our efforts ? What steps do we take to overcome these barriers ? How do we move forward in the next 100 years ?

The first thing we need to do is make real the words of the NAACP charter and eradicate prejudice, bigotry, and discrimination among citizens of the United States. I understand there may be a temptation among some to think that discrimination is no longer a problem in 2009. And I believe that overall, there probably has never been less discrimination in America than there is today. I think we can say that.

But make no mistake: the pain of discrimination is still felt in America . By African American women paid less for doing the same work as colleagues of a different color and a different gender. By Latinos made to feel unwelcome in their own country. By Muslim Americans viewed with suspicion simply because they kneel down to pray to their God . By our gay brothers and sisters, still taunted, still attacked, still denied their rights .

On the 45th anniversary of the Civil Rights Act, discrimination cannot stand — not on account of color or gender; how you worship or who you love. Prejudice has no place in the United States of America. That’s what the NAACP stands for. That’s what the NAACP will continue to fight for as long as it takes.

But we also know that prejudice and discrimination — at least the most blatant types of prejudice and discrimination — are not even the steepest barriers to opportunity today. The most difficult barriers include structural inequalities that our nation’s legacy of discrimination has left behind; inequalities still plaguing too many communities and too often the object of national neglect.

These are barriers we are beginning to tear down one by one — by rewarding work with an expanded tax credit; by making housing more affordable; by giving ex-offenders a second chance. These are barriers we’re targeting through our White House Office on Urban Affairs, through programs like Promise Neighborhoods that builds on Geoffrey Canada’s success with the Harlem Children’s Zone that foster a comprehensive approach to ending poverty by putting all children on a pathway to college, and giving them the schooling and after-school support that they need to get there.

I think all of us understand that our task of reducing these structural inequalities has been made more difficult by the state and structure of our broader economy; an economy that for the last decade has been fueled by a cycle of boom and bust; an economy where the rich got really, really rich, but ordinary folks didn’t see their incomes or their wages go up ; an economy built on credit cards, shady mortgage loans; an economy built not on a rock, but on sand .

That’s why my administration is working so hard not only to create and save jobs in the short-term, not only to extend unemployment insurance and help for people who have lost their health care in this crisis, not just to stem the immediate economic wreckage, but to lay a new foundation for growth and prosperity that will put opportunity within the reach of not just African Americans, but all Americans. All Americans. Of every race. Of every creed. From every region of the country. We want everybody to participate in the American Dream. That’s what the NAACP is all about.

Now, one pillar of this new foundation is health insurance for everybody . Health insurance reform that cuts costs and makes quality health coverage affordable for all, and it closes health care disparities in the process. Another pillar is energy reform that makes clean energy profitable, freeing America from the grip of foreign oil ; putting young people to work upgrading low-income homes, weatherizing, and creating jobs that can’t be outsourced. Another pillar is financial reform with consumer protections to crackdown on mortgage fraud and stop predatory lenders from targeting black and Latino communities all across the country.

All these things will make America stronger and more competitive. They will drive innovation, they will create jobs, they will provide families with more security. And yet, even if we do all that, the African American community will still fall behind in the United States and the United States will fall behind in the world unless we do a far better job than we have been doing of educating our sons and daughters.

I hope you don’t mind — I want to go into a little detail here about education. In the 21st century — when so many jobs will require a bachelor’s degree or more, when countries that out-educate us today will out-compete us tomorrow — a world-class education is a prerequisite for success.

There’s no two ways about it. There’s no way to avoid it. You know what I’m talking about. There’s a reason the story of the civil rights movement was written in our schools. There’s a reason Thurgood Marshall took up the cause of Linda Brown. There’s a reason why the Little Rock Nine defied a governor and a mob. It’s because there is no stronger weapon against inequality and no better path to opportunity than an education that can unlock a child’s God-given potential.

And yet, more than half a century after Brown v. Board, the dream of a world-class education is still being deferred all across the country. African American students are lagging behind white classmates in reading and math — an achievement gap that is growing in states that once led the way in the civil rights movement. Over half of all African American students are dropping out of school in some places. There are overcrowded classrooms, and crumbling schools, and corridors of shame in America filled with poor children — not just black children, brown and white children as well.

The state of our schools is not an African American problem ; it is an American problem. Because if black and brown children cannot compete, then America cannot compete. And let me say this, if Al Sharpton, Mike Bloomberg, and Newt Gingrich can agree that we need to solve the education problem, then that’s something all of America can agree we can solve. Those guys came into my office. Just sitting in the Oval Office — I kept on doing a double-take. So that’s a sign of progress and it is a sign of the urgency of the education problem. All of us can agree that we need to offer every child in this country — every child.

Got an “Amen corner” back there every child — every child in this country the best education the world has to offer from cradle through a career.

That’s our responsibility as leaders. That’s the responsibility of the United States of America. And we, all of us in government, have to work to do our part by not only offering more resources, but also demanding more reform. Because when it comes to education, we got to get past this whole paradigm, this outdated notion that somehow it’s just money; or somehow it’s just reform, but no money — and embrace what Dr. King called the “both-and” philosophy. We need more money and we need more reform.

When it comes to higher education we’re making college and advanced training more affordable, and strengthening community colleges that are the gateway to so many with an initiative that will prepare students not only to earn a degree, but to find a job when they graduate; an initiative that will help us meet the goal I have set of leading the world in college degrees by 2020. We used to rank number one in college graduates. Now we are in the middle of the pack. And since we are seeing more and more African American and Latino youth in our population, if we are leaving them behind we cannot achieve our goal, and America will fall further behind — and that is not a future that I accept and that is not a future that the NAACP is willing to accept.

We’re creating a Race to the Top fund that will reward states and public school districts that adopt 21st century standards and assessments. We’re creating incentives for states to promote excellent teachers and replace bad ones because the job of a teacher is too important for us to accept anything less than the best .

We also have to explore innovative approaches such as those being pursued here in New York City; innovations like Bard High School Early College and Medgar Evers College Preparatory School that are challenging students to complete high school and earn a free associate’s degree or college credit in just four years.

And we should raise the bar when it comes to early learning programs. It’s not enough just to have a babysitter. We need our young people stimulated and engaged and involved. We need our — our folks involved in child development to understand the latest science. Today, some early learning programs are excellent. Some are mediocre. And some are wasting what studies show are by far a child’s most formative years.

That’s why I’ve issued a challenge to America’s governors: If you match the success of states like Pennsylvania and develop an effective model for early learning; if you focus reform on standards and results in early learning programs; if you demonstrate how you will prepare the lowest income children to meet the highest standards of success — then you can compete for an Early Learning Challenge Grant that will help prepare all our children to enter kindergarten all ready to learn.

So these are some of the laws we’re passing. These are some of the policies we are enacting. We are busy in Washington. Folks in Congress are getting a little tuckered out. But I’m telling them — I’m telling them we can’t rest, we’ve got a lot of work to do. The American people are counting on us. These are some of the ways we’re doing our part in government to overcome the inequities, the injustices, the barriers that still exist in our country.

But all these innovative programs and expanded opportunities will not, in and of themselves, make a difference if each of us, as parents and as community leaders, fail to do our part by encouraging excellence in our children. Government programs alone won’t get our children to the Promised Land. We need a new mind set, a new set of attitudes — because one of the most durable and destructive legacies of discrimination is the way we’ve internalized a sense of limitation; how so many in our community have come to expect so little from the world and from themselves.

We’ve got to say to our children, yes, if you’re African American, the odds of growing up amid crime and gangs are higher. Yes, if you live in a poor neighborhood, you will face challenges that somebody in a wealthy suburb does not have to face. But that’s not a reason to get bad grades that’s not a reason to cut class that’s not a reason to give up on your education and drop out of school. No one has written your destiny for you. Your destiny is in your hands — you cannot forget that. That’s what we have to teach all of our children. No excuses. No excuses.

You get that education, all those hardships will just make you stronger, better able to compete. Yes we can.

To parents — to parents, we can’t tell our kids to do well in school and then fail to support them when they get home. You can’t just contract out parenting. For our kids to excel, we have to accept our responsibility to help them learn. That means putting away the Xbox putting our kids to bed at a reasonable hour. It means attending those parent-teacher conferences and reading to our children and helping them with their homework.

And by the way, it means we need to be there for our neighbor’s sons and daughters. We need to go back to the time, back to the day when we parents saw somebody, saw some kid fooling around and — it wasn’t your child, but they’ll whup you anyway. Or at least they’ll tell your parents — the parents will. You know. That’s the meaning of community. That’s how we can reclaim the strength and the determination and the hopefulness that helped us come so far; helped us make a way out of no way.

It also means pushing our children to set their sights a little bit higher. They might think they’ve got a pretty good jump shot or a pretty good flow, but our kids can’t all aspire to be LeBron or Lil Wayne. I want them aspiring to be scientists and engineers, doctors and teachers not just ballers and rappers. I want them aspiring to be a Supreme Court Justice. I want them aspiring to be the President of the United States of America .

I want their horizons to be limitless. I don’t — don’t tell them they can’t do something. Don’t feed our children with a sense of — that somehow because of their race that they cannot achieve .

Yes, government must be a force for opportunity. Yes, government must be a force for equality. But ultimately, if we are to be true to our past, then we also have to seize our own future, each and every day.And that’s what the NAACP is all about. The NAACP was not founded in search of a handout. The NAACP was not founded in search of favors. The NAACP was founded on a firm notion of justice; to cash the promissory note of America that says all of our children, all God’s children, deserve a fair chance in the race of life.

It’s a simple dream, and yet one that all too often has been denied — and is still being denied to so many Americans. It’s a painful thing, seeing that dream denied. I remember visiting a Chicago school in a rough neighborhood when I was a community organizer, and some of the children gathered ’round me. And I remember thinking how remarkable it was that all of these children seemed so full of hope, despite being born into poverty, despite being delivered, in some cases, into addiction, despite all the obstacles they were already facing — you could see that spark in their eyes. They were the equal of children anywhere.

And I remember the principal of the school telling me that soon that sparkle would begin to dim, that things would begin to change; that soon, the laughter in their eyes would begin to fade; that soon, something would shut off inside, as it sunk in — because kids are smarter than we give them credit for — as it sunk in that their hopes would not come to pass — not because they weren’t smart enough, not because they weren’t talented enough, not because of anything about them inherently, but because, by accident of birth, they had not received a fair chance in life .

I know what can happen to a child who doesn’t have that chance. But I also know what can happen to a child that does. I was raised by a single mom. I didn’t come from a lot of wealth. I got into my share of trouble as a child. My life could have easily taken a turn for the worse. When I drive through Harlem or I drive through the South Side of Chicago and I see young men on the corners, I say, there but for the grace of God go I. They’re no less gifted than me. They’re no less talented than me.

But I had some breaks. That mother of mine, she gave me love; she pushed me, she cared about my education; she took no lip; she taught me right from wrong. Because of her, I had a chance to make the most of my abilities. I had the chance to make the most of my opportunities. I had the chance to make the most of life.

The same story holds true for Michelle. The same story holds true for so many of you. And I want all the other Barack Obamas out there, and all the other Michelle Obamas out there to have the same chance — the chance that my mother gave me; that my education gave me; that the United States of America has given me. That’s how our union will be perfected and our economy rebuilt. That is how America will move forward in the next 100 years.

And we will move forward. This I know — for I know how far we have come. Some, you saw, last week in Ghana, Michelle and I took Malia and Sasha and my mother-in-law to Cape Coast Castle, in Ghana. Some of you may have been there. This is where captives were once imprisoned before being auctioned; where, across an ocean, so much of the African American experience began.

We went down into the dungeons where the captives were held. There was a church above one of the dungeons — which tells you something about saying one thing and doing another. I was — we walked through the “Door Of No Return.” I was reminded of all the pain and all the hardships, all the injustices and all the indignities on the voyage from slavery to freedom.

But I was reminded of something else. I was reminded that no matter how bitter the rod, how stony the road, we have always persevered. We have not faltered, nor have we grown weary. As Americans, we have demanded, and strived for, and shaped a better destiny. And that is what we are called on to do once more. NAACP, it will not be easy. It will take time. Doubts may rise and hopes may recede.

But if John Lewis could brave Billy clubs to cross a bridge then I know young people today can do their part and lift up our community.

If Emmet Till’s uncle, Mose Wright, could summon the courage to testify against the men who killed his nephew, I know we can be better fathers and better brothers and better mothers and sisters in our own families.

If three civil rights workers in Mississippi — black, white, Christian and Jew, city-born and country-bred — could lay down their lives in freedom’s cause, I know we can come together to face down the challenges of our own time. We can fix our schools we can heal our sick, we can rescue our youth from violence and despair.

And 100 years from now, on the 200th anniversary of the NAACP let it be said that this generation did its part; that we too ran the race; that full of faith that our dark past has taught us, full of the hope that the present has brought us we faced, in our lives and all across this nation, the Rising Sun of a New Day Begun.

Thank you, God bless you. God bless the United States of America.

Storing A Helmet On A Vespa

of chips (Boche and decrepit poor)

What then Luigi, moved with compassion for my state of semi-poverty, he found buyers. With powerful and highly placed knowledge, has discovered a pair of vintage men in Germany, very munificent. It 's been a good morning, all radiant and well-groomed. I had already made three beck's nostalgic smoked and frozen to the window. In his underwear. The puppy cat-mouse looked at me with compassionate eyes, then started playing with a beer cap. The point as the matador does with a bull.
car was silent and thoughtful. He looked at me, silent. At the end he has not held:
"What is it you are coming in doubt?".
"No, it's no longer safe.".
"It 's a normal thing, it happens. But it's just a hut. And they pay ten times more than an Italian. It 'a unique opportunity. "
"I know, but I have many memories in that place.".
"You're a romantic, and mica knew ...". A poor
sentimental weakling. I am fond of things, I detach myself from the difficult memories. So stupid and the barrel of gas to be forced to sell. Cynics have happened and grain, and are not forced to sell. Do not have time to be romantic. The fucking cat chasing its tail. Luigi
snuffed at every hole of dirt roads and bumpy. His custom-docile annasapava scared. And he trembled, with delicate suspension, like a virgin lost. But we arrived. Waiting there, with Teutonic punctuality. Two German postcard. Closer to eighty to ninety. Whitish skin and slight redness. He wore a yellow mustache, Lombroso cheekbones, jaw hard and strong-willed, Celestine and slit eyes, and shiny head, the spots of old age reflected the rays of the sun, just hidden by a hair light. Of course wearing shorts explorer. She, an adorable Bacucco overweight with the beer belly and stomach from habitual consumption of hot dogs, wearing a garish vestal tiny flowers on a black background. Hair of a white wicker chilling under a straw hat as a tourist model. Two strains scary. Terrible! Straight out of a film in black and white Nazi horror. Adorable old men serial killer. They looked at me smiling and winking. Then they started chatting
dense-packed with Luigi. I was waiting for the translation and said nothing. Every now and then insulted them in a low voice. "Ugly nazistoni of shit! You'll never have my house! "" You must bear at Nuremberg, in Nuremberg. " They did not understand, looked at me and smiled in unison. They said it was beautiful. Turns the placid expression, a shrill incomprehensible exclamations and stern look, with a wisp of icy ferocity in his eyes. Have moved away to enjoy the country setting. Centuries-old olive trees, almonds, cherries, figs, many chips. I have a weakness for chips. And the fig tree trunks and leaves rough fragile. There's one hanging on the wall side of the house, but the chips are not yet ripe. I approached the ugly business, which adjusts the clump and control the phone.
"But here there is no field, no field." Stirred. Waiting for the call of some of his friends. Some guy in questionable taste, of course.
"Look I am not sure, my property in the hands of two ravines Boche, with the face of Kraut, Kraut clothes, the voice of Kraut. Do I look like someone who sells his property to Nazis? Eh? ".
"I do not think the joke if ...".
"And those kids? Never been more serious. I do fear those two old men.. "
"Do as you like, you broke my balls for a year, and now that I've found someone to pay, you pull back? You are a shelter ... "
" What's the hurry? It 's just the first meeting. Maybe they wanted two davvvero Nazis. Priebke! Here! He looks like Priebke! The monster of Ardeatine, is his brother. "
"Do what you believe, but come with the money later this month. we have the grain the Germans. "

The two have returned, I was close wrinkled hands, and they are gone, with the ncrescioso commitment to meet again soon. Pure Louis is gone.
"I'll stay here, I walk two steps, after.."
"But I'm 4 miles away.."
"I know, we feel.."
I walked around the fields, ate two apricots, Vispe saw two lizards from the ground, quivering and afraid. I'm lying on the grass and I smoked a cigarette. The birds sang tirelessly, I came to take them to gunshots. Then I remembered that repudiation of the weapons, it says. I watched the sky. Among the discrete clouds, I saw two funny dwarf with a pipe, and a polar bear who was a bidet.
I went into the house. There were the remains of the last time. Hard bread surrounded by a brownish transparent ants, various pickles, majonnaise expired, a withered apple, empty bottles. In one there was wine. Me I am drained down one's throat. Harsh and revolting. Excellent. I lay in bed. I imagined that in a while 'you recline their gaunt cheeks and mushy, the two Teutonic Aryan from hospice. They have a foot in the grave, laughing and buying. I am a young sapling and sell, with the face of Italian sad that scale the Alpe d'Huez. They sing hymns disguised Nazis eat sauerkraut. What a mess! I, who had big plans for that place. Married, living annuity and snerchiuta creative writing or art. Together with my young bride, semi-illiterate and a woman alcoholic, but with the artistic soul and a sensitive ass. We lived on pastoralism, fruits of the earth and selfless love. "Women make love, because between us there is no need to talk to you now ... I want to be worthy, you are queen of my little kingdom, which in my world is small, there is a light that comes from the heart." Sure, you asshole. Grow up, asshole! that you no longer sixteen. And stop with these pathetic songs! I often speak to myself.

Before you sell me I must come to the last key, the next order seems propitious. I was about to fall asleep, and I imagined a cunt I whistled sweet words dirty love. So I decided to masturbate. I pulled out of his trousers, looked distressed c'aveva and hot, but the chapel was already bloated. I took a firm lead him hither calm. And I have come. Then m'è got a bit 'of depression and slept.

If any reader is interested in a rustic fuck, before selling the Krauts, please send me an email with CV. And attached three photos: Chiappe, lips and back. It inspires me back. Since July I could only guarantee a normal apartment.

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Then the train arrived almost on time. The station already swarming. Frenetic activity and trembling. Suitcases and noisy wheels. All confident, strutting and well dressed. I looked at my reflection in a shop window. A tuft of hair on his face calm down, defeated and indomitable. I arranged it, went back down. Then I did not think more. I made my way without feeling even the legs and head. A bitter coffee, and then elbows jostling, chattering tremendous. What was I doing in the midst of that horrible swarm cicaleggiante? I sat on the edge of what must have been a fountain, turned into a meeting place for derelicts. A group of blacks with dead eyes and the wine was in cardboard keep an eye on two gendarmes hardworking. Leafing through the newspaper. "The tissues of the president." Eager students of the "school of politics." Yet I was with a "butterfly" in the grass. I practiced a clumsy blow job lined in 2001, and then We made a home standing, with her face to the wall. The following days if they made other friends. Over the years his tastes have matured. But I can not say more, go for a cowardly braggart. A libelous.

I threw the newspaper and looked around. A kind of Jesus wandered pay for shiny corridors of the station. Dragging a rusty contraption for carrying your luggage. We had placed plastic bags, and walked around looking like being chased by evil demons. Dragged him almost like a delicate stroller. She was dressed in rags worn and dirty, greasy hair of him falling on his shoulders, his eyes were wide open and spirited, then agitated, again wide open. I wonder what he could see. Every now and then bent and picked up cigarette butts. Sketched a strange smile, then waved his fists.
misbehavior! The world has become rude! People do not know education. "
for a split second I crossed his troubled eyes, gritted his teeth showing a grayish laugh hysterically. I was scared. Then he bent down again, picked up more cigarette butts and went on his lap.
left the messiah and I walked. The underground train, then another on the surface. The girl lived out his hand. A large fraction separated from the nerve center of nowhere and tousled. The sky seemed cruel, gray and heavy as a thick slab of steel. Bumpy roads, trails of mud, then trees, and here's his lovely mansion, with a sloping roof and a large garden. A little 'I was glad to see her again, but I had a great sleep and a pain from his legs, went up my spine and ended like a rusty nail in the meninges. The wet pavement beneath my feet crunched read, and I thought a bit about her. I had met by chance. A naive roommate brought me home. A decent dinner. Then we spent the night drinking Sicilian wine. The friend went to amuse with his friends in msn, and we remained to drink wine. We slept on the couch drunk. Fucked gently before the sky cleared. We continued to see each other when it happened. Just to alleviate our loneliness with pleasurable orgasms. We fuck and put it in the ass to boredom. What else is love but a series of fucking miserable? His eyes were deep and dark, always trying to make a heavy, black, messy hair orange, long on the front and faded on the neck, slender legs, muscular, clear and a bit 'wrong, a nice par menacingly toward the pointed roof exterior, and the proportion disietro and soon. Physical slender and a pussy smooth and fleshy. I mean, I attracted a lot. Recalled a furtive sex and treacherous. But she had a man there. Not interest him much, out of a bed. We were well matched. He did not do anything and I never managed to explain how he afford that beautiful home. Affluent parents or hustlers looking for. In the end I did not care. Made the evening less cruel.
It was not changed much in six months. He wore a white shirt and baggy, and a pair of boxer shorts and white striped lilac. Her hair was a little unnatural and 'upset, his eyes still violated by sleep. He greeted me with a kiss and a hug. Sloppy and soft. Then in a kitchen, a few words for the occasion. I watched with mocha shake with cold. I looked at my legs and skin. The best thing about Daniel is the skin. Clear, delicate, almost helpless. We drank coffee, then lit a cigarette. He did not look happy, but my words the fun. The secret to women is to have a nice bull diameter and make them laugh. I do not do it on purpose. What is true and terrible story, and they laugh.
"So you have two poles company blondes tonight ...".
"You joke, but it was horrible! They looked real, the vampire ... they wanted to kill me. Do you have a meaning? ".
"I do not think ... it's just a nightmare.".
"Maybe, but since I dreamed Gad Lerner in thong I winked persuasive, not I had such an awful ...". The
I ripped another involuntary smile.
I stubbed out his cigarette, and I had a nice warm shower.
I went out and she was lying in bed with the window open. Lamp on the dark sky and light that crept sad. He smoked thoughtfully, staring at the ceiling. I dried it right. Then I'm lying next to her and we kissed. A kiss very engaging. His tongue was no score, then I go along, I tried to capture her and sucked her lips. An obscene phone ring.
"It may be to work ...". It is justified.
("But what fucking job!"). I thought.
She got up, he waved Butt in tight boxer members, and answered. Jesus lush ass! I have on another, to scratch the throat. I looked at the pale sky-blue walls, topped by strange white marquetry. Then the window. The trees seemed exhausted animals and crooked, old and gnarled. And they tried to hold the hood, gray and menacing.
then jumping back with the steps. It accuatta thoughtful. A sudden start. Surprise and a thrill to welcome his tongue, hot and slow. What a wonderful feeling that moist heat and creeping along my fucking tired. I felt it grow and swell between her soft lips. With flame-red nails takes to caress the swollen balls, a scratch just below imperceptible. He knows how to play. Grab the chapel, the envelops, play with the edges. Pleased to hear them so swollen. E 'with fixed edges. It must be a psychological question. Almost to want to draw with the pointed tongue and hard, then suddenly returns to light as a feather wet, wrapped in dirty way. A slow kiss your lips and flowing along the stretched shit, who wants to burst. Subtract from him lips. My hands shake now, come back from the neck. I arched, trying to reach the buttocks. The fingers creep gone mad in that gap of inviting ass, and then unfolded on the pussy and wet. I just want to slap inside. Life is made up of simple things. But she does not fit, subtract, it makes me draw as before. I forgot, she likes things always end. One at a time. Method and nasty. A moan and again at the tip covered with a dirty sheen, the swallow, suck as he leads hard, chisel sucks like mad and possessed, if he sinks into his mouth. Respro I feel his excitement and his mount, in sync with mine. I'm about to explode. She slows down, cruel, and even wet his lips tickling the thread and follow him down to his balls. Two more rounds of language and a violent stream that dirty mouth. It pushes the other jets rubbing his lips, like little kisses, pleasure-soaked foam. He gets up, is on my chest, and the hand continues to stroke. While out of the trees are shaken by gusts of wind scary.

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Two Finnish death and killing that dance on gypsy music

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.).