Wednesday, May 25, 2005

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No ma'am, I could not steal their time, in any case, let me ask you to give her something of mine that despite its low value, is the only thing that counts and I'm willing to give now facing .

Why do you say to the face?, Simple, long ago that I've been walking behind him, but I do not favor creating a psychopath, I'm just a man who saw beauty and walked behind her for days and nights, looking at the floor value approach, in windows gallantry to face my infatuation, and gallantry in the windows for you to dare to talk to me.

And now that I finally dare to approach it that you do not have time. I tell you beforehand if it helps mine should only take one, so I would use it to walk behind you once you turn around. Looks like my time loses value without it, so why not use it to its best advantage.

What I want to say?, Simple: help me kill myself!, Just want to lose their lives into their hands, that's all I ask, and do not worry about the legal issues, for months in office this coat bag my message póstumo por si a alguien le interesa.

Lo digo en serio, y permítame contarle mi historia, tome un poco más de mi tiempo. Yo acordé suicidarme junto con la persona que amé, como ahora la amo a usted, pero al intentar disparar mutuamente las armas, ella falló debido al acertado misil de mi revólver. Ella, enamorada ensangrentada y sin fuerzas, no disparó ya contra mí dejándome infeliz en esta vida.

Tiene razón, hubiera sido fácil apuntarme y acabar con esto, pero entonces el sacrificio carecería de valor. Por eso caminé años buscando una persona de quien me enamorara y que me ayudara a cometer mi suicidio.

Así que déjeme regalarle lo que resta of my time and in return ask you just a lovely shot in the chest, see, I bring the gun she would use against me and never fired, I have oiled and loaded with bullets that did not use my beloved and I painted in my chest a circle just where she was shot.

took what my spare time and let me die at the hands of someone I love. And please, if after that I love you like me, take my coat revolver, fall in love and get killed, because there is no better way to die. Sorry I did not offer me to kill her, but love that kills only once.

Monday, May 16, 2005

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Today I went back to thinking about you, and as in our relationship my thoughts were not based on feelings of pink that you waited, were complicated desires of your body, your sex, you escurriéndote in indecipherable sounds of you naked in my mind. You

could you blame me for my lack of affection, but for me no problem, did not need to tell you that I loved, if only your body and pleasure than it got. Instead, I can criticize me more, I can blame that on my bedroom now only have to masturbate thinking of a skin and denied.

On those nights get your picture perfect to me, a slender body, barely caressed, sometimes so eager, sometimes nothing. Sometimes obscene and other immaculate. Before the semen comes out, I can imagine right for me, then you are a puppet for an instant prey to my wishes, I let you change the power to satisfy, to limit my pleasure to just one image, a souvenir of your body away.

Even after the farewell calls me honey, love like you guessed it was, but you had not found anyone else. Then come back again and again, tirelessly, with weighing yourself behind false relations created and believed; back because maybe inside you finally know what I wanted was your own body and that she loved him.

Then came the final, stupidly exhausted, but your picture is not clouded, not goodbye to me now come to claim their use in the most cruel possible. You, your body belongs to those who came and promised to love, I promised that in return you call love which you gave your body, all that I loved you.