do you do on Friday night?. There are several possibilities, though not exactly the name I especially yours, I say. And I do not know, really, if I can snuggle up to the computer much at other times, because I lived through that Friday, "because there is a concrete-Friday, has no name. Da by sweating just thinking about it. If I want to rewrite, be long before being absorbed.
end your day on Friday, you go a little beer and shower quickly to go for dinner and continue with the glasses. Or, finish the day, you go on beer, picks a bit of a lid and continue to drink. You get to drug (two lines above, after showering, you can also catch drug), soft or hard. You do drink and eat until he died. Drink, dance and try to link you to some girl. You're left leaning on the bar of the pub, drinking, trying to talk to the next door (assuming that your friend or possibly a lost as you. A stranger, come on), say from time to time and you lose a lot eyes looking at girls who go there. And also by the degree of drug or alcohol addiction you have, you may only get you dedicate yourself to, or drinking, not caring any more.
end your day on Friday, showering, meals (without having to have, because you're fat), you sit in front of the PC, write, listen to your music (like you means, unless you're a musician truth and hear it), still writing, thinking, willing, loving, hoping (they reach peak eleven more or less) and start to get nervous and you should not, and is a month almost. Write to the mobile, you take it, you see the signal and you know the curfew is declared, which is important not to forget, but harness your home as a flechÃn. Garage car lift ... ... ... ... street parking, the damn phone is restarted. You sit on the chicken-incredible input while the vagaries of technology, "has finished, tap and quietly running up as if it were a comet (the 1P/Halley, myself). Fast and elusive, while the slightest clue that may confuse and / or alter the world. Lame wolf dodging left behind me, looking for her through the peephole and the angle allows him to hunt prey and tear, with a terrible and unusual weapon acojonar. Mobile.
Ahhhhhhhhhh that pleasure, tranquility, comfort, beautiful life that we now live, I want to live. And people worried about the economy, when you only have to think about the power level at which the vacuum is going to submit, to a maximum requirement with the need to confront it in minutes. Everything is ready for a while.
sofa, kissing, hugging, touching, soothing words and a tea, mmmmmmmmmm! Intestinal interior is heated by the hot tea and skin for the girl next door. Nothing, no book or notes that are worth, there is little dialogue, only love and a heater larger than the unpronounceable Icelandic volcano. But with a brief study such as squeezing, hugs and kisses, leaving the happy name. I do not know, there's the pussy to noise and more when the night is so advanced. The time course is at its best. The periscope emerges, get up to the surface quickly and everything, and all you see (because there is nothing more amazing) and imports is a long and wonderful silhouette of a woman tremendous planted there before. Brutal, the periscope objective begins to mourn, the vision is blurred, is shaking and its growth continues. This woman is amazing, gorgeous, curly and capable of erizarte (wait wait, we have not yet reached the bristling of the year).
The bristling of the year, an unexpected visit without an appointment to death cold, sweaty live while watching the white light so famous at the end of the tunnel. That happy heavenly brightness or mental speaking people who die for a moment and then manages to return. But unfortunately, those who see the light are badly sick from something really serious. I just, I visited for pleasure, pleasure, love and love. Very different. That was not about to tell and not being able to tell it, is another story.
you move away from the table, 1520, 1521, 1522, etc. You withdraw from hundreds of eyes, covers and words that haunt you. Stop seeing the flash (the bright yellow, which does not become yellow) the modem router or below the TV. The tea has gone down to the ankles and your stealthy step, without shoes, just do damage to the floor. Spot light down the hall (the tunnel is coming), there is no more than walking and turn left, right danger. You get into the magic cave, the cave of love and sex, debauchery and lawlessness. You stand as your mother brought you into this world, well, everything a little bigger, and more, knowing that the periscope, even if blurred vision with such beauty, is spliced \u200b\u200bvivo.
Now, everything is confused, everything is clouded, it's not just the viewfinder. All that changes color and becomes dark cavernous explosion amazing recalls the best acid you tried in your youth, which by then was impossible to deal with reality. But in this case, inside this cave as well breaded, comfortable and spacious, the best and most recommended is get carried away by wild instincts, humans, and wider than a human can get to keep in your head. You fall into bed, kissing, fondling, groping and more serious, even begin to grasp certain volumes which protrude from the body, muscles grow and grow (and not just cock). Everything is flooded, there is no turning back, that whatever has to happen, if I have to die for love (in this case pleasure), that drag me, me carried dead and connected to the cemetery of tontascos (word used when a person is in love / o), I want to know and believe, the last thing I lived and enjoyed, was the Kilimanjaro climb and once there, screaming for love, I love you . That
total overflow, such nausea and walk through the tunnel when the vacuum reaches humans in the form of beauty, he begins to eat it. To you I begin to come the first sweats, oooo, ahhhhhh, diosssssss, please!, Aaaaaaa, joderrrrrr, still, do not stop (special effects). Subject you or you take the sheets, so much press, they melt in your own skin, they become part of yourself. The sweat drops neck, chest begins to hurt, let's feel the waist, legs tremble more than the volcano unpronounceable. The body is a real sweetness to any scientist who wants to explore and investigate the body changes and human nervous systems during fellatio unprecedented. Now sweat entire hand face, hand, mouth, mouth, hand and Kilimanjaro. The heart has passed the barrier, some time limits that a machine can detect. Ohhh!, Light. I have just entered the tunnel, walk for minutes that placidÃsimo hallway of a pure white, good way forward as I can, and dragging him forward. These latest trends, spasms or vibrations that tell us, you've come this far male. Rest in peace.
I suffered, I have died of pleasure and I have wanted or been able to tell that now, life if that is fantastic, unique.
Baby, give me water, I'm dry.
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