It may be no shame in suicide exhibitionist because ultimately freed is not the authentic live by the laws or customs-existing, but being able to create their own laws and respect them. I want to know how many sunrises on earth, it hurts that make no sense without you, nor sense the image of Amelie collecting pebbles at each site you visit-lying, I met a woman who did it and I fell in love with this gesture but never told.
Rorschach is going crazy, you read all of Bukowski literature has been published in Castilian, "more than 25 books of poems, and it feels melancholy trained nose to drink a bottle of wine a Wednesday night, continues to be pathetic (I like the dimensions). Then she remembers she is everything and nothing, she is a hole in the wall where he sees his life in a parallel universe discourse
Another fucking phone call:
Rorschach : My love is a razor prospective moving slowly and carefully by former death marks vertical.
Laura: Hello to you too my dear Rorschach, have you learned to fuck?
A: Well, you may not, but they did, they always fuck it, especially with others.
L: Who do you mean, what's smile that suck, the lips raspberry perfectly with your dick ...?
A: Yes, you can not polish shit, tried to do a picture and get dirty just got more and feel ridiculous
L: I put horny when you talk so, the reason for this call which is going to fuck you want, I think a main course?
R: Jesus Christ impaled, is there nothing sacred?. You know you're the one, the very idea of \u200b\u200ba grown woman, an ass with an enviable lust face makes my hard place, a face whose bukkake are a way of life, where my language is only meaningful smacking ... are perfect for your beauty, like a black and white photo in his hands but picture perfect melancholy, a reminder of the injustice custom check.
L: I love our sessions, that strange music you put, that dildo harness that you put on your face to penetrate while I eat her pussy. I'll never forget in the future when this is married with two children.
R: I have hard, everything is wonderful when there is alcohol and bad decisions. Ven.
Rorschach The whore house.
A: The writer is a solipsist, a text needs to readers, as my cock pussy, Welcome to my sancta sanctorum.
L: God, live like a fucking animal.
A: Well, basically try to keep your head while I fall apart. You can choose a color cheap wine or beer now strange vodka.
L: If I had no hot wet pussy and say you have failed in the preliminaries.
A: A child and witty response would be important at this time, but I can only say that women need to feel special, they need to feel desired, but you do not need that, as you are, you have a halo, a presence, others are the problem not you. If you are from another world. Every fucking fairy tale was written for you to be the protagonist.
L: Damn, how do you get get so nasty and yet so sad?
A: Let me blindfold. I love you, I love you in your nothingness, the unreality of your voice, your paranoia, your vivacity / visceral, I love that part of you who only know me, always possess, because you can not have everything, and when reality call at your door, believe it or not, you have to choose and teach only one hand, slowly, on tiptoe without really knowing why. The prince does not exist, but that you already know, there are only views, half fantasy half longing that evoke in moments of orgasm.
L: I was depressed as long as I let you talk and do not fuck me directly. Drop your pants and put a background Liszt, make me love, finds the veil, make me forget the little sanity of the meeting, poseeme, get that I love the moment ... Què
m'ha passat? Què m'ha passat? I plorat
Per què? I plorat Per què? Per qui no havia
of plore?
(Per qui has plorat? Per qui has plorat?
... in a few years you hath a familiar, but let me live before.
m'ha passat? Què m'ha passat? I plorat
Per què? I plorat Per què? Per qui no havia
of plore?
(Per qui has plorat? Per qui has plorat?
... in a few years you hath a familiar, but let me live before.
Rorschach puts a blindfold on. He whispers words of love, lust, passion. Rorschach is leaving without knowing it. The blade is always an option. But now lets himself go, as always listening to her voice, now has about, smell her skin, just knows he loves her, maybe even loves her, but it can be yours, that's the kind of tragedy that attracts him. Life revolves parallel to its erection, he just wants to make her happy, discover herself. Fluency requires no effort, no elbows, incidental moments of chaos, but in the end what matters is that when you look understood, understand their dreams, realize that life is one thing and another view of things, and are crazy, raving mad, mad, mad, crazy, but crazy romantics, which makes it hard / get wet when they say "I love you" to those who mourn with the movies, get excited about music and love the wrong people.
No matter how it was. But aclarémoslo: it was unbelievable, devastating and exquisite at the same time.
After orgasm shared an embrace of the breathtaking, those who do not know of bodies but of souls.
After orgasm shared an embrace of the breathtaking, those who do not know of bodies but of souls.
And soon a nuclear alarm that I have this iphone. A fucking dream. A fucking dream as always .... Just as well that has observed the interesting part, the part where I say that I love and I say, finally, really.
Things I've listened to while writing this, before you give up the bottle ...
Franz Liszt - Consolation Des-dur
Julio de la Rosa - The Hook
Sisters Of Mercy - Under The Gun
Julio de la Rosa - The Hook
Sisters Of Mercy - Under The Gun
Peace I can not find or make war, and I burn
and ice, and fear and all deferral ;
and flying over the sky and I lie on the ground;
and no trouble and everyone hug.
and ice, and fear and all deferral ;
and flying over the sky and I lie on the ground;
and no trouble and everyone hug.
who has me in prison, or open or close, or I
retain or let go the loop;
and does not kill me or love me deshierra,
not want me or remove my pregnancy.
retain or let go the loop;
and does not kill me or love me deshierra,
not want me or remove my pregnancy.
I see without eyes and tongue cry;
and ask for help and apparently longing;
other love and I'm hated.
and ask for help and apparently longing;
other love and I'm hated.
Crying transit cry and pain, death and life
give me the same sleepless;
for you I am, Madam, this is do .
give me the same sleepless;
for you I am, Madam, this is do .
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