Christine watching a video on the computer, I hear groans, then laughter. She says it is a porn blooper or a girl vagina "terrifying" Pete in the face of a young brown kinda cute in full cunnilingus. I question whether this is what she likes, she just smile when I turn my head. I table the plates were sitting on the floor against the settee, she smiled again. I think it's hot and she talks to me a strange pub or a squirrel takes a chewing gum to extinguish a fire belching from village. I replied that yes it's weird to sell chewing gum like that. She says it's 3D and I said I doubt it. Have to eat our steak vinegar, window open, gray outside, I found my perfect cooking and put my glasses to appear more beautiful before it, lengthen it, looking at the ceiling. I dragged myself to my games console, Joy Division Still pulls a dusty pile of CDs, the speaker Christine nods and shakes my heart disorder, with this pretty girl in blue jeans sitting on his lap , eating a slice of bread with Nutella. The face of Jesus looking at me his T-shirt.
- I'm writing something now, something important. I told her, licking her thumb or there is a spreadable paste.
- What is something important?
- Something that is more than five pages and really gives me the impression of having written something that really blossom. You know how when you're fucking or masturbation, but do you really want
I turn my head, floating with the atmosphere and lean on one elbow, rubbing my bare feet against one another .
- I know, but as best it can be that good.
- You're a little in from elsewhere.
- not tell me that you start to tell your life, like all the world. It embraces the mouse
vacuum and sending me into blowing it with a wink.
- No sweetie you not to worry, people will never discover your depravity, what you did to me.
- A nice little student blossomed.
- Something like that, very dirty, dripping, filthy, disgusting, disgusting, balding, and I find as many words as "Dmg".
- Disguise, swallow ... I look at the ceiling, and there are cracks. is what I should talk to the owner?
I watch the ceiling with my right fist.
- It looks like a cute little revolutionary warrior, with the point up like that ... I not know is that crack.
- Probably nothing. We look
aquatic life by drinking red wine with white bread spread with butter and caviar that her parents had back from a trip to Russia. They said it was a strange country, sometimes beautiful. She is on her stomach, moving his legs as Lolita in Kubrick's film, on the grass with his glasses and his lollipop, reading. Christine has no bezel or pacifier, or reading, just the posture, the legs move, watching the TV screen. The credits appear, she said "it's a beautiful sadness that purpose." By removing the film there is a TV series called "Love peace," have the sound muted will leave before the next sixteen in ninth. Series filmed pornographic or so actors seem terribly alone and I do not understand why it looks like a soap, why it bears the name of a soap. The episode follows a man leaving his gun silencers a black bag every five minute to go down a set and every ten minutes to get a supporting role. She gets up, makes a big difference, going down slowly and glares at me happy.
- Take off your glasses thee to look stupid.
- I am no more beautiful way?
- Idiot, baka!
- Bacaca yourself. Girls who are interested in Japanese culture are four ninety nine percent of girls had extremely oily skin. And in those ninety percent, eighty percent are real ugly girls. Manufactured gaffe.
I put out my tongue like a killer in one of those water park. She returns the finger end, brilliant.
the afternoon we join her roommate "tanned, nice, sometimes sensual" I never saw, for what she wants What is up with Ikea furniture. When I put my coat, I said to him
- It mounts all alone ikea furniture, unless you're a couple.
- Yes, but as it were is forced to stay a little longer together you and me. Her roommate
skin color bitch sunny, you get a kiss and then I shook his hand to relax. he has a guy in the bathroom he said "hello" I answered "hello" and he rubs his nose as if to avoid laughing. There is a full canopy in the small blue bin for the bathroom. I made a face, the boy is not even good when there are two pretty girls here. I try to get out of a fluffy state, soaking my face under running water, Mogwai sounds behind me with a big bassline. Christine is a girl with an ass too beautiful for me, I said three times when I dry my face towel stinks moisture and odor that sticks to my skin. It goes something happen at one time or another, to solve the balance, "because of a beautiful ass too. The boy speaks with Christine, I used my fingers in my pocket a piece with the hope that this boy will get hurt one way or another today. That ass is even less suitable for this boy to me. I insert myself into the discussion, he tells them about a concert, they look as if it was interesting. I smiled and said to Christine with a serious air
- Should I speak to you, soon, really, come on.
It offers me a worried look, the boy did not saw in his monologue, I pull into the bathroom and watch the hood.
- That's the thing urgent, quick, come?
I kiss against his mouth and mumbles, rubbing my tongue:
- No I do not like this guy is all, thee too large buttocks. Do you not realize the danger.
I think she takes it as a compliment, she kisses my neck with the tip of his tongue between his lips, have tightens against each other, she on her toes girls, breast taking the shape of my torso. She will get two beers and have slipped into the tub face to face his bare feet under my shirt, on my belly through the fabric kiss a foot, caressing her ankle. Mogwai behind, with the piano, the two other side has no voices are not heard. She says that maybe they are lovers, that can be drunk before they arrive What. I said I felt the alcohol is not on them, the smell. The roommate comes in and throws a handkerchief that hits the rim of the trash and falling on the floor, looking down she said
- I think I like the power that comes with having a dick in your mouth.
I fixed and rolls his eyes, took the hand of Christine and laying on my fly.
- Protect me Jesus. Christine
up his beer and handed it to the roommate, her eyes turned on me and then said:
- It's me Jesus?
- No it's your t-shirt, but you know it died. It is more than drawing.
Her roommate took the beer, his ring tin on aluminum, wood she took a sip, burp and speaks:
- I understand you fucking not, I hope you have not touch my ECSTA.
- I did not even know you took that shit.
- It's no worse than when you send you something else.
- I just said was bullshit, I'm not talking about coke.
- Yeah yeah me either I did not talk about coke and birds gobes flies.
- It is you who looks stoned.
- A cock yes.
I threw my beer to her roommate, softly at her feet, holed his slippers on a tiger's head, bobbin bounced twice and rolled, then leaves the room.
- What is this vulgarity putassiére you removed all the fantasy crap ... We need more beer. Christine
sticks his foot on my dirty face and teases me, her roommate is modeled and as she puts a foot on me, I say Fuck them. I struggled, I sort of tub, slides, exits the bathroom. In the kitchen I light a stick of incense with hot plates. I do not like the smell but I did not put out. On the bed below it the guy on his back hair was sleeping. A smell of seal in the air, I rub my face, pressing well on the eye through the eyelids. All it does not just be true. I would not ignite incense otherwise I Never light incense in normal time, it is not natural for me to do. But in fact it is real then I get the brick of grapefruit juice in the fridge door, opened it, but did not taste right away. Listening to the silence of the city this afternoon. Christine looks appears incense, lights a cigarette and then strikes a pose with a girl who could be in a film by Sofia Coppola, one hand holding the elbow of his other arm or a cigarette hanging there. She blows smoke in the air above it, simply bending the lips, his head does not move.
- You know for Jesus just now?
- Yes, what?
- I think you're right it is dead.
I drink a sip of juice, thoughtful.
- You made me the what?
- It's just that I forget that he was really dead ... I mean ... a force to be on t-shirt and elsewhere. I had forgotten that he was dead that's it.
- That changes nothing.
- Absolutely nothing.
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