Zura Arabidze
I draw, it's downright crass, I draw mandalas in the sandbox in the living room. Mandalas! The macabre! It was scaffolded as snakes, Mango and me. In the lounge is like a day off. It beautiful suit. Mandalas, very difficultueux, complex as speech Nazis, I task my Swiss Army knife. I traded in Vada cons poems when I was in second. She got stuffed!
The sky, up there, he is an anarchist. And beef! That cow! The proof for octopus, he spits the bit of fat on all the gallantry smog Freudian not stung to dive ... not poems! This bitch insult to my quarters, it polishes the skull
bitch ... Oh! And they frisked on scrambled eggs ... It was all!
And next morning, was already the whoop.
Mango
- Is there anyone? Persians? Nuns? Person? Is there not some perverse people?
She stopped outright. She was more beautiful words in his own mouth ... And suddenly!
- The bell rings!
- Dry your tears, I bellowed with drool ... Cover your charm! Calm down! Calm down! We'll show him that that sounds, what they do to sassy!
His lips stitched with gold, at the corners of intelligence would throw an image of Greek sculpture: Mango, in all its States, it was Mango in all Sweden, United sweated tears in unison with his heart in a swoon.
It opens wide the front door. It is a ray of light that we crayola crushes the boil: Amen! Amen! It's just almost if not crises fucks language ... The man, who stands straight, a smile folded into two continents suffocating. If this man has a name, it must have several syllables.
- Hey! The two clowns! I need a place to practice my burlesque approach. I give you my card right away to play: I'm reshaping my life in its smallest outline. And I went to my approach. I need space: is it an offer that you will not refuse?
- That we accept some! And all of go! We just needed someone to share household chores. We admit straightforward: this is not our cup of chamomile, it, tasks. You'll have to take care of everything.
Mango talked like a cartoon. It was pretty as a tombstone! I licked her a drooling nicotine entire globe of his body paranoid ... But it was being emptied of blood. Menstruation, it always happens when the bells sex. Unbelievable any jam that comes out of there! After trying to make him the catch! It's inconceivable!
We took off our shoes and socks, Mango, and I abroad. We sat in Algonquin around the tea table, which has flared with a match. Was controlled to avoid fire. We spent the evening shadows to India.
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