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Homer is right: The Fox is a moron.

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And bueh .... would not say no.
Neither one nor the other. But for both. They were there or here or there ... Two by two they beautiful there. Beauties ... For both
left, both right, magic ... The defiant beauty be. Both for light, both clear, here's all mine (so I would like) I saw them once, I saw them once and I could not forget about wanting to want to want to see you again. Uniko
eyes say something to see. Unique in itself would be to see ... or trying to be or have, or have them-just a little bit of time to bar more than a little woman who ...
More than a dream when ready, resonator, resonator morochos eyes, resonator moments are not more than life to come, then I do not know how, but there, at best, perhaps, standing as a Communist to injustice, perhaps more ...
And watch from afar the opportunity to explain. Arrangement is that our existence is archaic signature, or I mean long, or I want to apologize for not being able to settle on a bar shaped network superstructure contradictions of a whole society alone.
Look down, not fuck. Look at that brunette way of saying things. I think from there I hit the door tonight. I think it has been more the desire that math in me tonight ... these nights, many nights, dark self, as is the climate. Sure, yes, as it gives youth, life, the dream that we've had together, but soon, see us making us all as worth between two ... I mean you and me ...
I mean the whole world in your eyes in mine

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Guachito beautiful, I took your hand from a box of chocolates! Senior
trips back-to-world, there, great view of little things, long zoom, idolized go up, how he had to take and see, and want to grab! how dear, how much! Recurrent
wheel wearers ... Dozen
kisses only, miranda!, Alternate passage, kiss, kiss, night light, but ... to you about it? My dear!
Mandósenos to move, to whatever place mandósenos to hack around, let's all largar place to basics: little light, little or no clothes, little time and do nothing to think nothing of saying no word solvent Dar delay
love to give, receive and give and give and give, and struggle and fight for everything and for us, being willing that all the anger is skin and the synthesis is what is closest to pleasure itself. And that you and he, who am I, are opposites in unity, that we struggle of opposites that-are-without-them, are not alone, that are transformed (by then, fleeing) when mixed ( developed) out there in other to be "out there" with others, which in its history gone, but not anymore ... pure dialectic in the veins of the heart ... Gurisita
beautiful, got a chocolate in your box of torture ... Sos
and age ... you have done, that has undone me, who has tied hands and made to rotate in a constant struggle: turning as in fight, taken by pressing palm to palm, with a sharp weapon in hand: it a dwarf when there is love and, wham! Micron plus a gesture of why, and here is response-wham! Replica tender who truly knows how to feel and prove, with this chilly that leaves the steel as it passes through the veins of the heart
is a slowly forces. That feels like a katana from its sheath removed with care, zzzzz, almost "a" is slipping, ssss ... from one side to another body, like take a lifetime to pass, as if the pain is short of a life spent, zzzzsss ... as we seek to imitate my hand sipping from a variety of chocolates ... and rogue, and the game of love among all, with a final, crazy beautiful, chocolate and Cognac, blond of my songs, rescue, not a contradictory society thought of my beloved.

Follow the course, please make me captain of fair play, because the traps have been placed already in the regulations.

nothing left to love more than love between my beloved losses
beautiful, crazy, removed by gentle among the sweet, chocolate that does not devour one bite, we will enjoy

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night

night night night, sweet night
night
no, che?

all starts in the black. Any party
crazy black silky touch, that are crossed with the nose and lips. And what mattered were not fair, they were like water slipping through my fingers, with its own brightness, with the usual perfume, and black water between my fingers.
the call went out to a dim light, white light that shines but I do not see. White chocolate clear light that travels his nose and lips.

Think about before ...

What do you do on my balcony? You asked .
I ate the lifetime for a moment. All the excuses were silly, but could not say that there down to view your photos. Then I saw the effort you made for angry, just to face challenge and I thought again as before:
about two hours since we met, but had to return home sending mail memories yours ready.

Going a little further back, I have seen in the effort not to show more sympathy than the conventionally normal. And I have you safe too have fallen into evidence, because, besides you, me too I see things just happen.

However, nothing was said all that, because we know that the best way to tell is to do. So we opted for another round, which also was conventionally required.

thought not find behind the glass, I swear. Many want to play what I feel fantastic at times, but, being you, or you, then make sure I got the surprise of your presence is not possible. Nevertheless
, caught me in flagrante (and luckily did not see at that moment he had stepped on a plant you.)

Perhaps at that time did you spend your hand in front of my face to test my conscience, perhaps a bit of alarm, sure, but finally turned to me and I could not say a word because all the excuses were mine. Just laughed. I reached large mug because, apart from feeling ridiculous, was a beauty to see you trying to put a face of challenge, while were leaving and noted that it could not dominating your face was the joy of seeing me there, as well boludo , caught in the attempt to spy on something, to know you a little bit outside the law, to browse, even at the distance, those pictures that you swore that neither the goal had been.

How did that moment of quiet.

killed me when you left you broke and the need to declare that what he was doing was conventionally unacceptable, it was wrong, that how, why, a bum on your balcony fall where, doing what needed judge, but, but I was ... and that was stronger than you, and I knew because I see things when they happen, as you were with my big smile, like saying I will not hold the joy of seeing you, even criminal, and that we can never prevent our eyes betray us.

Then came the walk to think about later:
if the return was filed for other days, other days would be for other things come full circle or forgotten, what was in it? What was favorable in that while conventionally? Morochito mine in white skin scraping chocolate is my beard. You've wanted to enter, good, that was already there. And do you acordás around the balcony? What a fool, what kind. Do not kiss your neck for now, I think that could be spent and would be a shame. I stop for a your chest, because I chose one and stay there with the black water that nourishes my fingers, with the usual perfume, with the desire to win unparalleled today than it ever better filters in your face, your eyes on photos that you brought things have not happened yet and nobody has seen.

do you see coming, brunette. Do not get mad at the plant and for the photos.
I know I should have waited to Friday, invite you to place uniko our, or our future, and conform to the precepts. But I fell out of favor, or by the grace of god on a place in yours and look, or Look, what turned out to be jerk bold, funky smile explanation why, but my dark hair, while given how well we found in this space. I can not even be able or want or what to wear face of circumstance, if there is no disguise that conceals us even just if I will not get back up where I came from, if there is my house and not you, if here are your photos and I and you who have come because you know there is nothing to say, but do ... do what we want without stopping in conventions.

Cherish your hair is a response to a constant question.
There is nothing to wake me if hair, skin ...
As if we had been naked on the balcony, without fear, without care ... as if that kiss was forever.
Yo, not much, but sometimes, my face took off your chest and look at you wondering ... What

guardian of life that we might be drunk over?

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About 3 months later ... The Cold Part

opened, (?) The window to show something ...
wanted the kid just that he was alive.
Or that was conscious in spite of autism. Or
still humming despite autism.

What is the bottom of the blog is not a hit counter is a counter of lost years. Pass the crazy meant something, but always ended up showing her ass, or falling within two hours, if not cayando.


Then he thought: I take a picture, hang it on Facebook with the name of dog, but ah ... was an old idea and used.

Then he thought again: I take a picture, hang it on Facebook with the name of a dog and I hope to see it and write mine, "the nickname is because you like the Bulldogs?" And so bring a nice chat which could start like "nah, I hate the Bulldogs and Arnet ads."

most tender ...

Then, after a while, he realized that he could scarcely think. Or he did not like, that was bad, that every argument that lasted more than a second and fastened on his neck as tight, a feeling horrible, annoying. I wanted to say something and why not leave a bitch. And I had to think to say and think why could not say without thinking. Very uncomfortable. Also uncomfortable because he planted in front of those eyes that they realized that they thought about the hell he was thinking.

And he, at that time, I thought, so to speak, simply crack. In removing the hand of the neck, if I wanted to squeeze, to squeeze in another hand, that I invited but did not bother, they were not me-I neurons.

All this, of course, you could see in his face, and big men's eyes to be planted in front with intrigue, the friend ended up showing ass.

later returned to the room, hunted the cell and took a photo of a painted window his life.

was returning to his own, to look at a screen that depicts their lives.

And wait another three months.