Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Weaknesses And Resistances Chart

Dosmasdos Special

came home and dug staggered keys in your pocket, quickly find and when he finally did and it got out of hand. He stooped to pick them up and hit his head against the wall. Rubbing the blow with one hand and cursing between his teeth, the other tried to fit them into the bowler. In the fifth managed to open the door and ran to the bathroom as he could with all that bumping in the hallway. While vomiting

excesses did not stop thinking about his encounter, why did he have to be just that night, just as he began to forget? Two years ago since their last meeting, seven hundred thirty seven hundred and thirty days and nights to forget and just ten seconds to return to and remember her, stronger than ever. He wished with all his might spit, out of its body and quickly pull the string but what if it were a barnacle, she clutched her belly, wounding and tearing each corner.

meet had dreamed many times, first smile and then yell at your face. To forgive, to say that no matter which the only thing that mattered was her happiness that she could not find him and it might have found in the arms of another.

But suddenly knew that everything was a lie. Not bear to see her smile, or media that was so neat and slim, nor endured the type relied on his side with an air of arrogance. He really fucked her so happy and be aware of it made him feel even more guilty.

thought to approach to say hello, perhaps why so much time had arranged things, but he did because he feared most in the bottom line is that she had forgotten, not remembered him, barely a speck out dust in the past. And he left the room, leaving behind her smile, her perfume and essence.

tried to forget the game at all costs, tried to have fun, tried not to think. But just try not to do something to make it even harder. He drank water until the last vase and had to be dragged out of the last bar. Now spit out all their shame. He wiped his sleeve and was fumbling to his room to lie down. Before closing his eyes shed tears.

And then I was clear. His problem was not her, her problem was that I had lost hope.



Image: Daniel

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