The life of every one of us can change in a matter of moments. I have ten minutes to write a post that probably does not alter our lives in the slightest. Well maybe make them a little boring for a short space of time.
So I can not help but wonder? Is there any reason why I should continue this series of New Yorkers sipping whores scrotum? NO
now writing in a cyber-smelling Japanese fast food. The decor is kitsch, a poor computers hanging on the wall machines of questionable reliability. I still have 8 minutes and was raining like cats and dogs. I just left without a hat raincoat as Juliet, the love of my life, the apple of my eye. has asked me. Toca fuck and get wet like a chicken to eat hamburger snack bar.
I'm happy, I have here. An apt phrase ends in a kiss, not caring to comment over the network. Life is much better when presented in its actual format. Although sometimes been said that our lives are not exactly, but a substitute that we sell in place. As if it would explain the possibility of Sex in New York, not being more than a number of New Yorkers sipping whores scrotum, has been a worldwide hit?
The Chinaman on my left refers avidly pages of pornography. Probably work here. I refeiro to London, but this hole in Soho.
because I like the Soho is probably the only place in the world in an alley of sex shops and whorehouses room also has a fish shop. It's a way sugestionarte guess. Spend in front of the windows where the girls look at you with eyes squatting the cat while the scent of a pussy in those days.
Time is running out. Virtual life is over. It's time to kick the keyboard (as the Chinese I left with the mouse) and
enjoy a bit of reality.
Until then, says Frasier,
that you have a good mental health.
Sunday, March 4, 2007
Lorna Morgan milena Velba
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