came!
all very rich ate and drank as they should!
play!
passed it well, it was great!
night we kissed in full and to use gel, was intense.
Bright and while writing about the sex, diego wrote it for what the concert. ye 'well, uh ...
conclusions.
year.
calendar.
love.
it.
of the smile.
it
it
her, and she
.
internet.
and love songs.
your songs.
zero eight, how cool ...
Drunks imagine bugs,
say they were climbing.
that if I would panic, imagine worms and insects throughout the body. and a huge moth insists suck lips. ants under the skin, marching between the veins with blood flies swimming. with those who end up as spaghetti worms (inside the mouth) and the legs feel crunchy bite, and little juices, health, little juices of the cockroach. I drew
cockroach in the rain man common. I put flat shoes, pants, body, neck, arms, hands, fingers, head, hair (not curly or electrified) eyes, mouth, nose. then I realized that the umbrella in his hand was wrong. patching it a little, I drew the handle of the umbrella, the stick, the top and covering the whole body. after rain. not too much or too little. amount equal to the sides as above.
then said he saw two creepy-crawly. not say it was a death struggle. I did not say they hated in their own mess. disgust that gave them, they were filthy, their spit acid were lethal, fighting cocks and copulated with nasty, sharp, to break up any that were reproduced in organs without structure. dripping droppings.
but I told the psychologist.
psychologist was strong enough.
