Saturday, March 28, 2009

Monster énergy Gangs

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Title: Hypocrisy
Series: Original
Gender: Drabble, "criticism?
Summary: The dirty society.
Notes: Okay, as usual.

Hypocrisy

Panting, sweating, open your legs, meet and receivable.

was something that had become accustomed. After years and years living in the same, objections, it was something that was completely lacking. She did not ask what your customers whilst not undermining against him.

dignity and values. Empty words. Something that was little understood. Twenty-eight years. Neither more nor less, and I was eleven, prostitute. Calculator personality and could even be said that cold, had earned a living through effort from sixteen years old when his mother died of AIDS in the street, age he left his house with a drunken, abusive father, high in the middle of the room.

prying eyes who reproached him from seriously damaging whispers. Insults from the sidewalk next to where he was. Threats from the high balconies and windows.

He hated everything that he knew that those same women who had a good attitude, they were just old and wrinkled infidels who spend their meager pensions and those of their husbands in youngsters, who like herself, offered ; an their services to anyone for a small fee, or are engaged in criticism of that friend who seconds before had been devoted to praise and hug from false tears.

who repelled him without wanting to show his face and from the protection of the distance printed on meters that separated the sidewalk from another, or from the balconies and windows, was insulted when the evening came to her without his expensive suits, ready to make them a good blowjob, or alternatively, those that au n having an older engaged in it and pay for someone else or another will brighten the day as I watched, when they neglected, as they drooled by between dusty and fall furs are crammed to try to take Viagra even if half assault, or they showed the bulky dentures between gasps, more similar to heart attacks than disappointing orgasm.

What was it that people "educated" and "respectable" called "values"?

only thing he had pulled clear of everything is that she survived vivíay saying and thinking things loud and clear. He had stubble false or weak ties that tormented consciousness.

lived, and within what he believed, was happy to be amoral. Because the simple could no hypocritical pigeonhole in their stinking value judgments. Because she lived, and lived to be free from bondage.

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Links immutable

Title: Links immutable
Series: Original
Gender: Drabble, "criticism?
Summary: The vision of a "privileged" and wishes death.
Notes: Okay, a clip round, as usual. Death to speech.

Links immutable

Conflict. Marginality. Rot. Hypocrisy. Sophistication. Wealth. Appearances.

hated what they had become that place. What had once been green, light and quiet, now had brutalized until they become a mixture of smoke, cruelty and suffocation.

Nothing is what it was, and what once was, and never be. That

omniscience which gave its essence, was something that any mortal could have qualified as a privilege.

An eternity of that deal. A world that watch. Ungrateful to be monitored, then skew the possibility of life and enjoy the ephemeral humans were tied.

anyone to fear and respect. Admire and praise. Hate and envy. Relapsed mixed feelings about his "person." A contradictory to human presence and in turn linked to it. A presence that had no appreciation words like "eternity", "ubiquitous", "divine" or "death." A presence that, in turn, is perfectly suited to those sets of phonemes.

He who sees everything, which determined the death and destiny. The one who was alert and waiting for another soul to be masse.

coldness. An adjective is well defined the attitude of those who had some Diau another would take with them. Horror

was what she thought she felt upon seeing the disaster that caused all those miserable. Horror to see changes, acts, human desires. Horror with much freedom and power. Known horror envied. Horror and sadness at not being able to be one of those heartless.

Because humans can only envy so out of their nature and immortality. Because only what is human may want to be as inhuman as a human being.

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Bauknecht Dishwasher Manual

Senses: smell

Title: Smell
Series: Senses
Couple / Character: Naruto, Sasuke
Type: "table?
Gender: Drabble, food
Disclaimer: Masashi Kishimoto
Abstract: The sense of smell
Notes: Nothing to say: 3



Smell

From the main entrance door of the apartment block where he lived, and could feel that noticeable and appealing scent. One very characteristic odor that caused nothing but think about it all the evils it would heal.

He did everything his senses told him. Instinct. Her legs were moving alone, the brain, as usual, stopped working properly knowing what would come next. Up the stairs, turn right, third door, lifting the second pot, take the key and open the door.

The rich aroma that dulled the senses to come home soon led him to the place where he came from: the living room. There in the middle of the room leaning on the table he used to eat when he came, was a grown-up holding chopsticks while Sasuke absorbed with deliberate slowness noodles from a steaming bowl of ramen.

"You're late sealed the dark without even moving an inch.

"You started without me," the other as he came to the dark orbs and stole a kiss flavored soup is rich-ramen. "he said as he buried his nose in the base of the neck which still maintained, but for a few moments, the bowl of ramen.

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