Σκεψεις Ιδεες Προβληματισμοι Ιστοριες Photoshopιδια Και blogo-ψυχοθεραπεια
Τρίτη 2 Δεκεμβρίου 2008
picquets
"What did I say?"
Sal asked,genuinely confused
"The officer doesn't want you to offend me"
Debbie said.
"I can't offend her,Officer"
Sal said sincerely,"She gives me hand jobs"
"While in the backseat the slurping of tongues overpowered the waves"
The priest tinkered around
the kitchen so as not to stare at me while I ate.
I appreciated that.
I could not bear to be watched while I ate.
I felt i should apologise for feeding my mountain of flesh.
For the first time in a long time,
life was not just coming at me,I was coming at life.
(ενω του εχουν σπασει τα φρενα και φιλοσοφει
πριν πεσει σε ενα χωραφι,και υστερα σε ενα χαντακι
και μετα μεσα σε ενα ποταμι οπου και λυποθιμησε)
Nice book.
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