Excited On Your Period

They do not bother me



cuando hablo sola mi gata me avisa con una mordida in the knee does not hurt. All movies are good, all books are good, I lost the test with you, does not bother me. Fuck I do not eat for three days, losing their tits, ass, grace, look like a kid. I do not bother my nose, my head is huge and quiet 12 hours a day. The gene or see happy, mate wash, change the pebbles, the bathtub full of mold are not problems, I can not sing bossa nova, we all can not, chronic gastroenteritis, heaven knows, it is recorded chronic , habit, does not bother me. Here enclosed is what it is, not only does not bother me, begins to like. Come home and you're so cute it would mean have been on top and you have never gone to follow, but I do not even bother. Look bad, open upside-down matchbox plated catch, it's all good.

but I hate to be quiet.

be quiet is not life, rest in peace is to be dead. Dame chaos that I'm bored.

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"I should not enjoy much of this, the sound of our voices or for us to be our favorite track" I think while we listen. It also crosses my mind an "I histeriqueando" as determined as you clarified that you do not want histeriquear, I left the old tricks, I've learned everything (bullshit). Genevieve enters and asks if you can remove, I suspect that I have read my mind and ashamed.
- Am I sleeping? Did I drop out? I love my shadow as Genevieve, in silence, in darkness, forever! - A dummy projectile Ringo serves me to finish my assistant punish with an accurate shot in the forehead. Continued
then my troubadour with a utopian discourse on friendship, love, fun, something "you complete me" fuck sometimes and not so important. I can not forgive me, I can not disarm the male imagination ever in a single night. Yes, yes, yes all the problems, all problems.
continue inconclusive explanations for the sheer pleasure of knowing that we enjoy it just us. My minstrel suddenly do not realize, do not notice it, but it is repeated in the story of a story, and it turns out the same words with which I have conmmovido minutes ago and has used them once to another girl, another time, some fat from the west can do petes, (this reduction applies to all your loafers and you've empomado the Nobel Peace Prize.) Genevieve tells me with an elbow, "I know, Geno" I say under his breath and give him a foot stomp just taste. But the same words? Same, same ... do mischief, perhaps the love one feels Thus, we perhaps are too writers to not have it all written already. His perfection I wrote before I knew, my egocentric configured it two days before learning the word "egocentric."
Oh my life, ask me whatever is noble knight, unless you believe.