The night that people took to the streets to exchange the keys of the house there was this darkness that does not make you distinguish between the faces and expressions, a deep silence and the smell of burnt skin. Those who are lonely, those with family in tow. No one had luggage and the way to go was not even so much. None decided. It was a necessity. The world would be finished shortly thereafter and found him all right.
The photo that was taken was this: I wanted to hand in the middle that she and her brother. We looked like three models come out of a magazine jocks. Image that gives an idea of \u200b\u200byour open-mindedness and bla bla bla. Let's say you might as well be us in a magazine of Victoria Secrets and especially for the dress, which even I remember. It was hot and his shorts were tighter jeans a pair of tight pants and his tanned skin gave the impression that he never fully dressed. Cares. His brother was 13 and sk8ava from fear. He was a true Pro and the world would really end up not being sk8are from him. I wanted to be our son. But it was too late.
When we entered the house he and I sling in the kitchen. We had never seen a fridge so big and full, and if that house had been a bunker would survive years. We had everything. Meat, cream, fish, pasta, chocolate, blueberries, beer, zucchini, wine, potato, rice, bacon, coffee, sparkling water, cucumber, pumpkin, beans, carrots and a lot of lust for breakfast. Our breakfast would last all day and we started right away. When a world ends also ends an hour. Although in reality people stop just to look at. She went to the bathroom, not to powder her nose. There has always sucked the powder. Stuff to clowns. We are used to hug and caress his face only, such as ferrets, often having their hands full beating. And the bathroom is exactly what we are. It was shocking to know that only this process consisted of two rooms, one for washing hands, washing each other and do what rich people are ashamed to do well in the bathroom. In turn pissed in the sink.
The night that people took to the streets to exchange keys I brought home a gun and let those three assholes go quietly in my apartment. They followed me without notice. I never knew in that fucking place they wanted to send me. I left another set of keys under the doormat. Welcome motherfuckers. Slowly opened the lock. I was overwhelmed by a disgusting music, a set of notes all crumpled. A boy with hair crushed by a military cap was doing skateboard in the hall, sliding the piece of wood along the rails. It looked like a monkey and the only place where he would have died it was a cage, but did not have time to wear it. I took it on the fly as he was landing. His blood stained the sofa and I became even more angry. I fired three more shots. And his head it sounded really empty.
When I entered the kitchen the two pieces of shit they were running and jumping on the vegetable dishes kit. They laughed and broke everything they could. It hit him in the back and his shirt stained yellow with red knocking him like a puppet. I only regret not having seen him in the face, the bastard. While the slut I looked straight into my eyes. He was already dead before I disappear. Centrai the right eye and brain splattering blood against the pot. It was over too soon and fired another shot at those few pigs.
) A (
The photo that was taken was this: I wanted to hand in the middle that she and her brother. We looked like three models come out of a magazine jocks. Image that gives an idea of \u200b\u200byour open-mindedness and bla bla bla. Let's say you might as well be us in a magazine of Victoria Secrets and especially for the dress, which even I remember. It was hot and his shorts were tighter jeans a pair of tight pants and his tanned skin gave the impression that he never fully dressed. Cares. His brother was 13 and sk8ava from fear. He was a true Pro and the world would really end up not being sk8are from him. I wanted to be our son. But it was too late.
When we entered the house he and I sling in the kitchen. We had never seen a fridge so big and full, and if that house had been a bunker would survive years. We had everything. Meat, cream, fish, pasta, chocolate, blueberries, beer, zucchini, wine, potato, rice, bacon, coffee, sparkling water, cucumber, pumpkin, beans, carrots and a lot of lust for breakfast. Our breakfast would last all day and we started right away. When a world ends also ends an hour. Although in reality people stop just to look at. She went to the bathroom, not to powder her nose. There has always sucked the powder. Stuff to clowns. We are used to hug and caress his face only, such as ferrets, often having their hands full beating. And the bathroom is exactly what we are. It was shocking to know that only this process consisted of two rooms, one for washing hands, washing each other and do what rich people are ashamed to do well in the bathroom. In turn pissed in the sink.
The night that people took to the streets to exchange keys I brought home a gun and let those three assholes go quietly in my apartment. They followed me without notice. I never knew in that fucking place they wanted to send me. I left another set of keys under the doormat. Welcome motherfuckers. Slowly opened the lock. I was overwhelmed by a disgusting music, a set of notes all crumpled. A boy with hair crushed by a military cap was doing skateboard in the hall, sliding the piece of wood along the rails. It looked like a monkey and the only place where he would have died it was a cage, but did not have time to wear it. I took it on the fly as he was landing. His blood stained the sofa and I became even more angry. I fired three more shots. And his head it sounded really empty.
When I entered the kitchen the two pieces of shit they were running and jumping on the vegetable dishes kit. They laughed and broke everything they could. It hit him in the back and his shirt stained yellow with red knocking him like a puppet. I only regret not having seen him in the face, the bastard. While the slut I looked straight into my eyes. He was already dead before I disappear. Centrai the right eye and brain splattering blood against the pot. It was over too soon and fired another shot at those few pigs.
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