It pays my place with an old ticket that I thought being honest for two seconds of a strange time and the cashier making change, so I knew that I was wrong with her. What I did with her is like this post, and I can link with the thought "I think I'm a fucking philosopher highway." I think I said out loud at what she looks at me with an anxious eye.
All is well my lovely.
okay?
All is well my dear, you?
Is what I'm doing fine?
Well ... uh, yes something like that.
You often asked. The
I think it was more out of politeness, I know.
She throws a glance at the stand of popcorn-like purple red burlesque ugly or there is a young salesman I'd say high school student. Kind of leading man in an American musical to express their first masturbation girls in flower, sometimes, surely, is scarifies with their compasses. If I remember correctly. She looks slowly raises his eyes with black lashes and behind the eye is black as she puts it on him, no need to ask, I know it is him, then it tends a little with my hand small recycled paper ticket or above it is marked costs five euros and fifty by the cashier what was the kindness, a desire of good action, just a good person can be, surely someone in love, she lied by pretending that I was a student.
What are you doing there?
I'm in the movie with you, right?
That's not it that thing you do is answer the question "Where are you?" this. I
okay.
Shit ... What you said to me?
I do things one by one to do them well, otherwise have blurred. I first answered your previous question was who was I to know if it's okay. And now I just tell you what I have to do is to say matter a little schoolboy who sells popcorn.
I do not see what there was was matted frankly, everything there is to hide the bottom of the machine.
You're really a guy. Not need the bottom.
I put before it for its views.
No I see it, frankly, although I was straight I get to have a critical opinion on this stuff. Ok
thee is all to say the above? I was pissed overdevelop something not important and you just say "Ok"?
I see you're jealous that I like it, yum, I'll finish all wet if you keep.
She prods me with her little hands to nail biting, I catch them backwards and I put his finger in my mouth, my tongue and I suck and it tastes like strawberry and it is a chemical taste stereotyped when we imagine sucking the finger of a girl and I really feel.
Go and buy the popcorn if thee hungry and brings me a small high school with.
I released his finger in my mouth.
Dirty bitch, you're dirty dirty dirty, yuck. Thee a taste of strawberry, but it's better to be a bitch. And then have
may not have the taste of strawberries and be a bitch?
You're not a bitch. I have to stop being vulgar like that, I was sick of me. You're not a bitch.
Yeah. This
"yeah" is something of a second zone, banal and fresh which gives the magnitude lighter than I expect after sucking a finger that has the taste of strawberry. I take against me breathing in her bonnet hair growing over my lips, the smell of hair a little fat, girls, unwashed since yesterday, I would die there.
You're the best thing that every man strives to get behind every gloomy and solitary masturbation.
You know you often say the word "hétéroexuel" which surely hide the denial of your homosexuality unbridled. The word "masturbation" as your problem with that. And say you love pretty things, like maschmallo on an animal's skin near a wood fire that pervades our dressed during a whole week, even by washing. And I love you for that, I think I love you and modernly ... Have
has the same trend from delusions in my descriptions and beautiful, and I love you for what you can kiss but especially by what we can really talk, you really see him as a real discussion, has the former, I do not know what that mean, but I think so. It's here.
I put my finger on my right temple and fat mass, and I kiss his lips that make her fruity my alcoholic cocktail.
modernly what's that again as derivative? if it is still part of my definition of love.
I know, have sex, it's intense, have is at ease with this ... The
it's ass, it worries me. I see no shadow of Dante marshmallow feeling that offers so many antidepressants to people. Or is what has been holding in his arms, we give details in love, have a sad and euphoric feelings. His gaze turns
in my eyes, a shade above the sorrow of women.
not say that.
But it does have nice things, why are you freaking with it.
I think I need to be alone.
please do not restart.
should I just not, I bit it.
I understand anything you drive me crazy. I want you, you see how I kiss you, can not you see that?
is not so simple and then goes into the room take the places I go to the toilet. Manufactured
not your bitch.
I'm dumb. You're not dumb
stop or I swear I'll slap you up to this high school student.
It can make me well.
You do shit that's all, you do shit. It seems that thee need be unfortunate for your stylish life. What did you yell at each other we need to enjoy when you feel my tail. I want to be your blow fucking angry, fucking hate.
right and I let alone in the hall I put my feet on the red carpet and the spirit in my head is buzzing from all the little deaths that surround me. I wish I could things easily save and add onomatopoeia all around my space, and the name "Alan Moore" was inserted down my right. In fact there's just coke that sticks to the bottom right on the floor wax and popcorn salt crashing beneath my soles, the smell of urine and eucalyptus leaves toilet, small girls Air scare that has the wrong room, a McDonald's paper bag with the inscription "in your ass" in purple pen. Or Bruce Wayne would have the colon cancer and / or Robin would be a young gay man with HIV met in a chat. My Batman the dark knight would be completed two of the worst diseases that consumes this world. I said that the quiet love that burns permanently shreds my stinking intestines and glaciated defaces behind the skin of my abdomen. That morbidly I try to contact against the burning bowels hidden behind the skin of the lower belly, below, is plucked from the girl in the hall that will block leaving me semi con. What makes me share with existing bullshit, a con in good and due form. I said crap. The shit glaucous.
the three most beautiful words according to the third child are friendship, freedom, love first. Fraternity and equality are among the top ten, the adults are stupid, very very stupid, it takes the kids are stupid, but really dumb. I want to be an adult, con I already am, but adults will not do it. I sits me at the forefront. She suck my fantasy film, as I bang her on a red seat. It's fantasy top, her panties were wet when she tell me about it, and it was blocked.
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