What would you like to become? A radioactive
woodlouse, a globule white.
What would you like to become?
A stain on the ceiling, a feeling of deja view.
Christmas you're here with me?
Yes yes I am.
So what would you like to become?
I do not know anything, make money like all the world, what is needed, and then I must confess that I have a big consumer need, maybe this is a disease is partly responsible for my failure.
mmmh. He watches me
looks strange behind his little round glasses, that I did exist in any movie involving SS
Listening Christmas I'll be honest with you ...
And those people who repeat the surname of the person to whom it is addressed in each of their sentences. To soften in their world of good manners with a sense of intelligence that defined the outrageous things civilized. This basic understanding, a simple definition in a dictionary. Of black words on white page. Juice banality.
... You head into an uncertain future, which could fill you with regret, believe in my experience.
What experience? Well
of life, chose the road less painful, not the most interesting.
Okay, listen it's just that I am different things, but it's like that and it drives me crazy. I'm really going go crazy you know, I know it's classic, that everyone feels it, it's something small con, but it's just my crazy weekend. There is no way out and I'll becoming engulfed in studies to lead to a job I did not imagine, that does not please me, and then it will end badly. For what I'm someone too curious and creative, sensitive and crazy crazy crazy.
But I just said to this man in round glasses:
Okay.
He picks up a leaf to the grain gray, in a sort of shapeless heap of papers varied, a gold pen in his fingers coiled he may dip the beak in a small bowl filled with black ink. Also like the girls in my class, with 25 years younger, he makes choices in his life depending on the style, shape of something, use an old fountain pen to dazzle people with a trompe l'oeil of any culture. Believe has the intelligence, instead of using that time to possess it.
Ma-thinking things will go megalomaniac idiot kind of alternative con stupid, self destructive, cardiac and cancer patients, contemptuous, I'd be all that I hate, especially for cancer.
He rolled his eyes round the top of the sheet, frowns and then passes the tip of his tongue over his lips blue. I understand that the film just does not concern me, and I take this time to look suspended my laptop quietly, hoping that my dead love one day will not end an unexpected message, it, that'd save me, everything, anything, whatever. A message from her.
Well ... I want to see you this weekend okay?
Okay.
I'll make my soul into a final madness and monstrous nervous that I was not even imagine, and I'm dying of fright. Everyone can become crazy, in fact, go through the thought and make the madness. Not just be the recount. In the lobby there are a bunch of pussycats, at least three years, small ass, small breasts, small suppressed desires which grow until they explode in a jam Sapphic. A small merry band and I can see myself in their natural gaiety, naive, still hovering spirit of kerouaquien typically, it makes me want to bend, to have sexual thoughts pure, without romance, ass. That is the difference in these three years, the lack of shame that I conquered sexually. One of them noticed my gaze and I give the air of one who sees them as crap without even the smell, the soft palate, a big boy, a bastard contemptuous of what to do with my groupie easy to con. Or just be the strain, the fantasy of what I am not a masturbatory utility for cold nights. Whatever I want her and she I want growth, as in any good classical dance and cruel life.
What do you want to be?
Oh sir, you know, and I ... well I dare not, sir.
But go there so we're the young man for you, for a better life, happiness, birds flying and singing, I am all for you. Oh thank you sir
if I wanted fruit, you would have had my juice.
You flatter me by a young boy. Well then tell me about your desires.
I would be man and woman know the love, go around the world on a boat, fill me of the most exquisite food and knowledge. I changed into a demigod unknowingly not having to worry about anything.
Yes I see, well I think I like your solution.
Well, well go there called me before my impatience is killing me.
You just have to get rich. Oh well
miles thank you, thanks to you I think my life already fantasized slipping into my palm. His
sms said
19 h in me? I must see my boyfriend later. Neither
kisses, or taken further, a few simple words for an appointment to fuck. I played with the tail of the dog constantly emptying my balls every day a seed was the infinite allure. With it I force myself to kiss most of the time, I force myself to give my greatest jerk on her little clit boiling. 'm Pleased with it differently, had me in a way that was unknown until then. I like to have more soft tail store under me and feel my fingers soaked in warm dripping slip into her vagina. Another kind of sexuality is more complex and emotional, something good woman, not a thing at all, other. I admit I was in a strange daze after our initial sexcapades, to wonder if it does pass me AIDS. I find myself in a deep paranoid, certain that my fate was to play, that death took its hold on me to prepare myself to black. After the first month I realized that it would make me look uninterested, for a simple hitch sexual devouring its prey. Otherwise she let me go, still wet, in the grave, far from her side, away from my ability dismissed her womb as she likes.
It opens the door naked and I see her hair was soaked, as Eve came a shower. It articulates
:
okay?
I gaze on her swollen belly tan, I said: Yes
.
She kisses my cheek frozen, with the movement of an angel. My blood boils and I regret what is not covered my lips. This girl does not seem to like to taste the lips. I regret his sexual hunger, I would like it to be sticky normality and Catholic. Time to make him understand things, and I subsequently assessed with the same hunger, it is hungry.
You know the house. Coming in two seconds.
Why bother if it's dressed to kiss in five minutes.
It's part of the show, the time that my kitty can make you slip, it's part of the fun. Ok
Ok, I get two seconds.
She rushes into the small bathroom of his studio wet wet and I look in the mirror of his old wardrobe, I have the sad face of the boy who mysteriously grows. I feel to be the caricature of Peter Pan Teenage zero surprise, a soap Brazilian, and replace by the joys and misfortunes. I take off my cloak slowly, sliding the piece of fabric with the power of a sick man. I dig in his small kitchen in search of alcohol and various I find the holy grail of a bottle of champagne put on the door of his fridge. The bottle still ice my hands kneaded the cold outside during the furtive second, I wonder whether she had the spunk out of order. Then the question does not arise, it will add a full boy's my role here to kiss just hate a student. The cork comes out quietly, the liquid has the smell of bad champagne, champagne student.
Oh you opened it.
I taste the neck, fixing it without blinking, then she reaches out and I laid the glass bottle in his young hands spotless. Seeing her with my cock already semi soft hand. I am the prophet vulgar, extension, extension worker, totally engulfed in the darkness, pretending to be any lights. Indulgent and vulgar. Bad and vulgar. Cynical and vulgar. Vulgar, vulgar. The champagne if it is, flows in my esophagus, burning like acid in the blood of my dark alien consciousness.
I want to make you ass tonight.
Okay, I already made my big board this morning.
I'm not sure whether to say something girl.
Phew, makes me ass is all.
Yeah yeah that's what I just said, I'll do it.
one day I try to put a can.
Ah, vending machine, I like.
I resumed the bottle gently pulling him in, she smiled. Like
're funny.
Feeling terrible to hear shit.
I drink and I started having a stomach ache.
You told your boyfriend has you wanted a can.
No I do not want him to.
Why?
I do not want him to return in this kind of fantasy. Ah
kind of pervert, you want to preserve marriage for all pure white. And it has me to implement your dark desires. Yeah
pig.
Yes, I'll do your ass like a bitch.
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