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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.