"The world of money makes no coins. The world of old age is old. The world of youth is old cunt. The world is parallel worlds. The world short is not long. The civilized world is fun. The world of violence makes you want to hit him. The world has burned flags banners. The world of gum chewing on old tires. The world of polar bears is blinding. "
Mmmmmh, it's cute that you matter.
Mignon? What does it mean "to be cute?
Mignon's all.
I finished my slice of pizza with his mouth full, with I spit words: You're too
connes.
The boy is the only one who seemed ill take it, it frowns like bugs bunny with a beer not yet begun. Them, laugh, laugh, laugh. Typing of the hands and drooling as badly screwed. I swallow my fat clogged, choking me two seconds, wanting to speed up my word. Not
you boy, you can not be connes, I specify otherwise.
He said nothing and I feel like I have him touch her little spotty buttocks by what he says nothing, just her eyebrows arched like that up. They have buses and they believe that I laugh. Another male presence, which seems not have had swollen alcoholic spirits, makes me fear are alcohol was bad picking on the head so bad.
I should not have come.
What?
I said, I want to vomit, I eat too much shit ... with an "s". You're too strange
what.
burst out laughing in my mouth. Everyone laugh, people do understand, the boy who made the sulky, I am sure is in love, or tape. I told him his plan explodes sensual atmosphere. Sodomizing his film dream of the night, which I'm sure the project had had sleep in his head seriously. His heart must ooze hate for my little mouth, he will dream tonight of me after ejaculation semen malnourished (lack of milk probably) a crushing blow a four-cheese pizza, or queen without olives or mushrooms. Yes people are violent in detail. They are too
Connes, Connes has to be stupid unexplored. I am ill and requiring unmarried, they are connes, it is the collateral damage well in every respect and I'm sorry. I decided to save him, help him in his hard work to survive. Its sad intelligent mine makes me want to kiss him, if he was a beautiful young girl with lip gloss, lip gloss, sweet. It's a cheesy fan boy way of Japan, has the shiny skin of his fat teenager. Which makes plastic slip cover of each manga exhibition, read for hours without pay, blocking friendly buyers. The bastard, I already displays, face up slowly, smiling away, trying to observe without moving the perosnne who apologized, wanting to just pass. And he's slumped, just look with an air narcotic. Little whore male, I hate you. Continues to expel your children in tissues without thicknesses before drawings of woman with big eyes and big breasts, it suits me very well. I hate you.
Tell me you love the manga boy?
Yes, I had my period, like that from time to time, I prefer the comics to American influences, style black and white. Crumbs, pirus ... That what.
And then? I am persuaded that he read all the same in the aisles, without pay, blocking the passage without respect for civilization.
Girls are in the kitchen, she arranges to have say that the boy is me, fall in love. I cry out to the kitchen disgusted:
Hey, I'm straight okay, it's not funny your jokes! ... Connes (by adding a sentence in a whisper).
No signs of their lives, or laughter, or anything. I just see shadows that move and beyond. He watches me drink his bottle with liquid in the same pockets of sadness in the asshole eyes. The truth comes out in his look, I'm the cunt. It will embrace one after the nutella pancakes the morning after that night, after the end of this I hate myself more, to be the brooding con winner of the evening, with the only love mine, totally obsolete. A thick layer of woolly white rot above the carpet of my bio neurosis parochial.
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