I will not say 'I love you' , why?, So you can forget of those corny to me. The penal code changes across the threshold of this house, here are other regimes dirty and overcrowded enlightened despotism of the rulers, plus I love being rude, you know well. I am filled with rage that people do not know how to use the meanings and if we have to throw some blame then it is because of the false values \u200b\u200bthat promote social justice and point to ignorance, so innocent. The 'I love you' no longer applies because in reality neither you nor I believe that. And anyway we want with the remains of sentimentality that survives in our apparent hardness. Sexual intercourse
we will eradicate every day, we pushed into exile, to live in the vast fields full of libidinous cravings ara people fervently and tirelessly in search of another orgasm, one that back when they discovered the pleasure of sex. They have no filling stations, we full of false asexuality right we turn to solo masturbation against pornography and against the memory of superlative acts of sexual pleasure. My conduct on the street is flawless, you've seen.
I have a broad enough background in the recesses of my mind that pushes me to want to kill people and carried out, trained animals and minerals decomposed. And the only thing that dies is my desire to kill. Do not worry, never would use weapons to stop sign and make sprout blood, I tend to poisons that kill inside-alone, "without telling the victim that soon there will be no sustainable livelihood. The venom of oblivion, a forgetfulness that keeps nothing patented.
Either way, in the best-the best years to experience sex were in early adolescence, we all know, when we were clear of any touching or dermatological experience and knew not mourn. I remember when I have the pleasure of ejaculating exploded divine order, no one interfered in the process, without pangs of conscience, and latex, and stifling for the other will stay by my side. An innocent perfect solitude in this discovery embrigada body that brings us into what we believe will be a wonderful world, but it is only the world of adult pigs. The rest of the story is of course known.
