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The swamp of lust

The search of the pleasures of reality breaks Olympic unfinished erotic imagination.
Not that boring, that clean.
sex is something dirty.
I'm not dead meat

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Time kills

One. Two
. Three
.
Four.
Five.
Six.
Seven.
Otto.
Nine.
Ten.
Eleven.
Twelve. Thirteen
. Fourteen
. Fifteen
.
Sixteen.
Seventeen. Eighteen
. Nineteen
. Twenty
. Twenty
.

That is, I have sex but I am forced to fast.

Twenty.
long to type.
boring to read. Endless
living.
Twenty days without food.

are hectic and disorganized, but I can keep things moving.
As the artist is always to turn Chinese dishes, I'll turn things around me without them fall into oblivion.

grit and determination.
Although hyperactive, survive and not get bored.
But there is a problem.
Peace. The quiet.
I can not find it.
Except in one way: the rich plateau of sex, the culmination of hedonistic pleasure.
Experience ultimate rule, which allows me to do the rest go smoothly.
experience of which I need to feed it, greedily.

Twenty-one days of abstinence is difficult.

alter my state of mind, shatters my balance, the good will crumble.
And you leave empty, full of anger.
Anger that pushes you to be a hunter. Like animals. As you can. You do not stop even when you arrive at the Twenty-second day, when the counter is cleared.

Time kills.

Curse of the Twenty-second placebo day.

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I'm on a roller coaster. It does not stop.

At the end of the coffee I'm done.
alone.
I turned off the lights outside, who needs more.
I removed the CD Lorenzo, she likes so much.
I removed the gray pants, the ones that excite.
The beard made me I am not at all.
The gel will accompany me to bed. The messenger can return
visible, no one would interrupt me.
I removed the cushions from the sun lounger, which is watering the lawn tonight. I turned off
the phone, now no longer call.

mad and basking.

yet told me he would pass.
will be an unexpected success, or just a normal.
These stories are sometimes so clandestine transgressions, as disappointing.
I like to break the mold though.
If you can not even come and tell me, so be it. Without
paranoia.
Just as would happen if I came here.
to stop the flow of sweet boredom alone.
With that hint of instability, which carry with you. What
but I really like that always makes me excited.
Although I have not seen.
Although nothing would have happened if I been here.
But this is nice to live here but to be on another planet.
And stay positive.

I'll make a glass of milk.
I lose in its pale color, which makes me think of you.