desire The room is mint or leech, a celestial pearl left not really know where something that is not playable, but still, smell inside and the cooing of the shy cats.
The call room is nothing but room. It is a world away (but without any of the world, for it is neither real nor vulgar, but something totally indescribable).
First, the street lights do not light ever since the moon is jealous of the land and they are not prepared for this disappointment. Under a secret pact at midday decided to leave the eternal night to night watchman, making them perpetual then signals for the error. The streets are scenes
walking with legs hidden under the clown props, circulating aimlessly as directed by the lamps (not knowing that they confuse the north and south, and east to west)
Shhh ... Sale
a girl on stage with olive eyes. Sale and sad, but nothing happens. And shut off the twilight of focus that pervades. Take a pack of cigarettes from his back pocket of his jeans, and begins to smoke. Fuma timidly but everyone they see. She's Lola Lola ... My tender
wakes each day standing water from rivers of dreams. Ice dreams when awake, but the nights were devoted to small fires cause flesh on his sheet excited or between the sidewalks of any city lit
begins work (Applause please)
Start walking with a pair of eyes that follow. He stops and yells " hope you tonight, playing hide and seek between my legs " the gentleman who observes safe from your balcony, enjoying their sinful wanderings and throwing their hands to find her breasts (Pale milk)
muted it, is left untouched by those hands diffuse until neck obfuscated not find any to bite, climb to the balcony hoping to find something more playable.
arrives and finds the owner of the hands. I was soaked thighs. She sits on him and begins to ride, to suck the life from his mouth.
Listening: The Tragedy d'Oreste et Electre. Cranes
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