Sunday, March 7, 2010

How Do I Know If My Computer Screen Is On Hd

am ... Shouts


'm a bomb, lost in silent corners sordid traveled by bodies that are filtered through gendered caresses. I'm an insight, an idea of \u200b\u200bit. I am a yawn of boredom embedded in the soles opaque eyes just light up the death.

'm a fragment of my own extension, slow dilation and painless wet vaginas climbs by the breath of another man. I am a sweat lower abdomen through the navel and reaches the vulva, I'm an erotic dream, a spark of consciousness. I'm a rumor, a clown looking for a mime to give him his voice. I am a passerby wandering the bars, saloons, pool halls and brothels. I'm a flash of memory, hidden in voices of hungry men sick, I'm a morning lit by eyes that shine by other bodies. I am a chain attached to the will of a dog, I am a fruit of the Garden of Eden.

I regret on the hill, which rises in the morning proud that life is absent, I am a spacecraft that has visited all the existing destinations and they have permeated my smell, my heat my sweat.

'm a sailor who does not know the sea and wants to know, I am a shadow of a deceased body is hidden in other shades to go unnoticed, I'm a dark corner that nobody visits, nobody knows, nobody has seen.

'm a bird with wings of lead flying through skies of asphalt and tides of anxiety, a psychotic vision, a Steppenwolf, a pariah virgin, rape, tort, a disturbed children between sounds confusing. I am a penetration of the night, a bad omen, a shark without dam and a dam without fear.

'm a song by an unknown artist, a cloud of acid rain, a dinosaur winged raven that devours itself to calm the hunger for sex dark.

'm a murderer chasing love the smell of menstruation, breast perfumed with the most expensive cologne.

I am a window on second thought, one eye of the beholder and a body that is not covered, I'm a howl of a new monster, I am a colored stone on the road is crossed, I'm a stain, a fugitive from hell that has captivated virgin ass and has broken, I am the blood flowing from the lips of those that bite, I am the hatred that is promoted in all directions, I'm a star in flames precocious galaxies, I am a sex moan, I am sex itself, pure sex.

I fire rains, sheets soiled with screams, I'm a madman at rest, I am the word saved for another occasion, I am the opportunity to be like an arrow.

'm an elf who has been born but has committed suicide between currencies of greed and big tits. I am a prisoner of my own body.

I am, I can ...

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