My cat only drinks from a cup and can not stand closed doors
are forced to leave so that she can always go side by side the room
if I do not scratch scratch on my door insistently
and when it finally reached me
slips between my legs
is meowing rubs his flattery
then raises his superb tail
shows me her ass
and sits above the open book
"I only see"
you do not want to look stupid cat
you're just an opportunist and moved from there, I was reading to me.
No. No. This is wrong.
today. Now. Here.
No. No. This is wrong.
today. Now. Here.
The impossible feasible.
The future no tomorrow.
Campari and peanuts in the present.
He's fine. I'm fine too. Maybe.
I write words as they come.
I write words as they come.
silent as empty with no spaces to fill.
me is that I be reunited with me.
thoughts and laughter on their lips.
Love is not cards to crack.
I when I had a pen I wrote letters almost love.
The angel and the patience, sooner or later will find an agreement.
Meanwhile, I live and enjoy.
Doll delightful and passionate.
When you go will be the smell.
always better than nothing remains nothing.
When you go will be the smell.
always better than nothing remains nothing.
The pants are not a soldier's uniform, but the soul: the rebuke me undress.
And my slip because blacks are I'm not a wedding altar.
I am of moans and again.
I'm living and this impasse takes my breath away.
miraculous hands on the muscles not on the skin, much more.
These earrings tickling my neck reminding me.
According Campari and was peanuts.
And if you go too quickly suck your taste
And if you go too quickly suck your taste
how do children with ice.
You will regenerate each time.
Taste of Cherry.
color of blood.
smell sweet.
The ice that melts in his mouth and turns to drink.
Right and wrong.
Right and wrong.
Sterile desire or wanting.
screamed softly.
The consequences of pleasure is the pleasure.
heart and courage.
I still finished the Campari.
And a drink does not necessarily anticipated dinner.
Moretti Pass the red and do advertising.
I want to sea to sea.
I want to sea to sea.
Please dell'olezzo of those purple flowers at the foot of the Matterhorn.
desire for white or black.
desire for cigarettes and kisses liquids.
Please.
I was here.
I was here.
No here.
Tomorrow we'll see. Find me, if I want to take.
Well done my pussy.
July 11, 2008
( Egon Schiele )
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