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#009



The fact that my DoCoMo has resumed taking pictures very stupid (idiot because I've decorated with the fucking puripuro DoCoMo that the new touchscreen is not too much to resist) is , a clear symptom of how my brain is gone to hell ... and I'm back to my status as a slut booked 24 to 24 hours on a certain face of my knowledge.
E 'back to rock life, Kyo, quick as a swollen river after a storm, which I thought I could impose limits. It has destroyed the barriers that had built between us, has overflowed, I submerged in its waters, and now he has to decide when I can return to the surface and breathe something that does not know him. Step
almost every night at his home, no matter who I let Whiterabbit one o'clock, two o'clock, five o'clock, he is always there, in that beautiful house in Soho has just purchased a few weeks ago above the studio decided that will open soon. A dinner, or just a tea, and take a hot bath, hath been adapted to my own pace as if we were two pieces are meant to be together, we get stuck perfectly without a flaw ... and then sex, or at least that 'making love' I still masked as a simple sex just because I'm afraid to give this time, a real name to what I feel for him.
You know I love him, I think he understands how I look at him when, tired and sweaty, I adhere to his body shaking over him, looking strokes that I have no courage to ask out loud.
I've never been so good as when he came back, though I feel that something has changed with respect to how we were before. I feel more cautious, more fearful in a way to give myself completely, and you can not even do with guilt. Always surrounded by women so beautiful ... and if you decide to choose one of them in the future? To create a family, to see his woman raising a child in the womb, to hear his offspring bouncing on his knees, throwing her arms around his neck ... when you feel the need to be a father, what would I be if not for him I ; a burden?
will be that I'm approaching thirty, and I for one feel this need, destroyed by my sexuality ... or perhaps because in it next to a beautiful woman while the paparazzi stand together imply that I can not help but think about it.



I do not feel able to let go completely, now, not in the sense of what I feel for him, but rather tell him directly what I feel and outside other than the my closest friends.
But this does not mean that I can enjoy it. Mio
Write what you want, for now belongs to me.

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#008



's funny how it all started with a picture very sweet and playful. Four
chat via SMS, a appointment, on our first date. a kiss on the temple, a walk next to each other, caress and smile a few stolen moments between beats and embarrassment.

And then everything is degenerate, it took her "I was scared," and an even worse "forget what I had written that letter," as if I could forget, as if his words to me did not have a weight in my heart ...

But above all, as if he'd be particularly good at forgetting and forgotten in what most bothers and boredom.

I can not forget, and yet he seems have succeeded, as if my murmured, "I can not live without you" did not were never stuck in my head.

It took a valium, plane, one of those little anti-anxiety pills, he says being able to levargli any worries ...

But he knows not, and will never know, those little pads that seemingly innocuous, it was not for Kyoshi ready to put two fingers in his throat while Ryuuji kept me pressing my stomach, I nearly took away from him . The kimono weighs

, makeup, smothers me, but there is no time to change your mind



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#007

I expect [ MMS - unknown number]




I came suddenly, while I was still asleep.
The phone started ringing woke with a start, so that for a while thinking it was an urgency to work, I cursed the lousy contraption for a few seconds to wake me in this barbaric way ...
... only to find that watching a sunrise from my window, the curtains tended to darken the room, I could not see.
E 'was very sweet to think that there is someone out there willing to give me the sun is still cold, the idea that outside of my little apartment there is a person who, in looking at the day born, has connected the overwhelming feeling to me.

Although a text message sent by someone, I felt tempted to respond by signing the sms with my name. Someone, after all, could only have the wrong number.
But the sms came back, complete with a reply addressed to me. They are the treasure of someone, apparently ... the only person that comes to mind is as responsible Ryuuji, I know of other people willing to watch the night waiting for dawn.

Although Ryuuji had no idea that a photographer ...

The funny thing is that for some reason my heart skipped a beat, mms to see this ... maybe because it was not a time Ryuuji disguised to send photos to cell phones, but Kyo.

But Kyo would have no reason to be in New York. In that letter now exhausted all that violently remember is that "I'll be back in Paris ..." ... without me

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#006

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horny I fuck up the idea of a bed But full of dollars ...

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[sms]

$ 8000. Last offer.

Anh \u0026lt;3

... if I do not just have sex, you might as well exploit it in all its forms.

Maybe sooner or later I will buy back a heart ...
... to replace what you've ripped from his chest, and I do not have anything more

How Much To Fix The Porch

August 8, 2010 August 30, 2009

Enzo Favata takes me into a kind of hot abyss in which only part of a sun enters this empty house, and the other half of the house sounds an alarm that I would record and reproduce the owners of the dwelling for which he plays.
There is no escape. I speak without crying and then I cry when I stop talking. I come here in August and is not a coincidence that I maintain that the month of August is always a crap.
Should I get back to read without using the brain. I had to use the afternoon for one of those long hot showers that you raise from the ground and it will end up not at all.
Here there are no people. Not missing, but there is none. Not there are people who say something is worth, there's people who deserve my respect.
taken as a nut, open, eat, spit, and then singled out and accused of being left to clean the floor.
What kind of people are you? But that shit in the world you live? But you do not know how to pitch? But no one taught you how to love people, all, all of them, even those who do not know?

But keep in mind? The dignity you have it stuck in the ass? The honesty you remove the ears with the wax in the morning?
What I look for? What are you laughing? What are you laughing? Do you think I smile at you? I
in there are dead man walking. No longer exists. I'm already gone, though I see. I smile to everyone and joking with everyone to be able to ride out the day. But there is no one, inside of me that wants to get in touch with any of you.

But that makes spoken to 'talk to
What does' Here
acquired influence there is only shame.

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[Criminal Minds] So undressed [List # 8 - Action]

Author: skurni
Title: I know you know I know
Fandom: Criminal Minds Characters
: Penelope Garcia / Kevin Lynch
List: # 08 Unavowable
Prompt: # 07 Action
Rating: green
Word Count: 200 (M), double drabble
Notes: Set in episode 4x23 Roadkill / The killer of the road, then SPOILER . It 'a kind of What if? I do not know how else to define it.
Disclaimer: The pucciosissimi Penelope and Kevin were born the intellectual contribution of Jeff Davis & co. and the economic CBS & co. I play with them like a cat and mouse, that is, non-profit.
Table : here

I know you know I know

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log4rob @ 2010-01-29T19: 13:00

MY GENERATION

The my generation is less than a generation. He had a childhood populated by nuclear war between superpowers dying in a few years has seen the birth of the dawn of a new world without ideologies, and die in the hope of a peaceful world. The

my generation grew up in wars for oil, kids throwing stones at soldiers and martyrs who conquered the sanctity with suicide, migrants left drowning in the sea. The new dramas are fused with the old with surprising ease. The

my generation will pay the debts of the previous ones and atone for the sins of others. The sweat, the fear and hope that the coins are used to pay for other luxuries.

Ala my generation has been criticized for being spoiled, having had all that he saw the war only on TV. My generation is now forced to beg for his dignity, questions about what really has inherited from his father and is desperate about what to leave to his children. At

my generation was said to be indifferent and without emotion. If this was not true, I grew every time he was off all his enthusiasm. The

my generation remembers the special attention given during childhood to the prophets of ecology so that new generations would were the future. Found that there was no future, my generation does not recognize the world in which she was accustomed to live, and is reduced to helpless spectators of climate disasters. The

my generation has seen the government rush to save bankrupt millionaires and leave the poor marginalized workers, has seen the collapse of an economic system conceived as a law of nature under the weight of its own greed. My generation is asked to know if the next language will be Asian or South American. The

my generation has been corrupted in order to perpetuate the injustices committed by the previous, but had to pay for those injustices, at his own expense. My generation has failed even before being tested.

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[Criminal Minds] Panic [List # 8 - Crime]

Title: Panic
Fandom: Criminal Minds Characters
: Penelope Garcia / Kevin Lynch
List: 08. Unavowable
Prompt: 03. Crime
Rating: green
Word Count: 100 (M), drabble
Disclaimer : The idea is to Jeff Davis, also suppose that the property shares with CBS. I do not profit, is a NPO.
Table : here

Panic