Sunday, December 26, 2010

Using Rogaine And Laser Comb Together

Mouse ...


6:56 p.m.
I leave the shower with weariness, still the same gestures, learned by heart, go appetizing. Nails to between the thighs, a body polish that no longer seems to be mine. Filing this skin to make it soft, Hide my eyes to appear amiable.
Flame. Smoke. Nicotine. I smell the shit fag.
After all I can be perfect.
perfume. Music. Go one smiles. From 7:15 p.m.


fabric, let the pleasure of undressing. But what fun? No fun.
Anguish. Look at yourself, how could you please him?
"Shut up, you worry me! "
Earth now very deep, you will not feel anything anymore. Idiot. But what do you think?
"Shut up, you hurt me ... "We check
to the armpits, it will probably. One last cigarette. Relax.
It will not be long. Just you have begun, it will already be finished.
"You lie! This will be long and sad. You're just lying to me. But I said nothing ... "
So shut up, and mouse.

8:02 p.m.
smiling facade, remove the gray from my eyes, do not see it.
Grand paunch, almost mushy, how does he see his tail? I am not the only witness tonight, make my eyes "mirror".
Bad smell, I would not have made much effort. Compliments
sweet. He felt the Suze of my grandfather.
Mouse, especially doing it. Button, it's better than watching or let it go.
"But what are you doing? You let yourself reach. " Do not let
kiss, poison. Acid saliva running down my skin putrid.
After all, there is only one among many. Mountain men that I refuse to recognize.
Do not swallow, you told him. But do not forget, mouse.

9:27 p.m.
"That's it it's time, turns it by now, he too possessed your body, and then tomorrow it will be forgotten. "
But you'll hold your tongue, you think it's easy? Huh? How do you know you? You do not touch anyone, do not look at anyone, you hide like an old soul restless. Come on you, devouring those members rotten, corrupt flesh, we'll see if you're doing.
A thank you. Touch the Notes. Meager reward.
sleep, forget it.
Do not have to smile.
Crying without tears, dry. Regret
this body, on which people are agitated.
Wait. Moldy.
Tomorrow it will still smile.

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