the iron monster's mouth, as if nothing more than his alter ego.
I saw majestic, high heels infinite and perfect, with a transparent dress that moved to the beat of a wind that did not exist and it looked like a fast flowing stream conforming to curves invisible, with jewels that sparkled more than the moon and the sun, rather than fire and more than any light created by human hands.
I saw beautiful, a cascade of waves a red hot iron frame the face and feline smile, soft hands whispering obscene words by rubbing silk dress, her dark eyes that promised to become a stone if you dare rejected.
perfect I saw, as he approachedacross the room.
- I was going to wake up. - His voice breeding, placing the miniskirt-are fifty.
chewed gum with fervor, as if clinging to it because it was the only thing in life was assured. His spearmint gum. I could not help comparing. Blonde hair, disheveled appearance and soft as a teddy bear as a child and his features well, and accusing look horrible. Not to mention that body small and malleable, full of beautiful curves, but unnecessary, not at all my style. I hated that girl.
- Hey, bud. - Warned, Hart. He had already finished his work, wanted to leave as soon as possible to get a good shower "Fifty. Are you retarded or something? Fifty. Abearable, but for me, that was the glory.
years locked in a damp and dark, making the drive when I am only a feeble half-crazy to not kill me for the night and raped me in the bathroom. Years musty smell, lack of freedom, the sweat of the fat police, breathing the smoke from their cigarettes, as well as wanting to have me in a cell, the lungs also wanted to fuck me.
The glory, really. Fresh, bright and colorful. Over all that, a burst of bright colors that hurt the eye. A paradise, and even then I had never noticed.
I followed a woman in a dress and red shoes. I did not know why, but I liked the hypnotic movement of her arms and her cuI, like a pendulum. I loved the clothes, red, blue, yellow, pink, crazy. He had pulled over and paint pots had fallen as have been given the win. It was beautiful.
I followed her to the subway. I knew one another bystander had followed us with his eyes, that he had noticed the woman and me, in my appearance, and he gnashed his teeth
thinking what a shame, poor woman
. But she had not noticed anything, so I did not care. Just wanted to keep seeing that beautiful dress and the perfect motion.
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Before I knew it, however, there was no woman in colorful dress in front of me. Only one meter empty, dark, leaky concern. One display shows
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