"I had a terrible headache. I wanted to stop but I couldn't. Finally, I ejaculate, but it's just a mass of blood and bone. It didn't hurt, but I'm disgusted with myself."
Taking a thoughtful pause, Johnny raised his eyebrows.
"That's fucked up, man."
I nodded and smashed the cigarette into the table, leaning back to relieve some of the still mounting pressure in my head. Johnny went on, crossing his arms over his bare chest.
"I mean, Freud would have a wet dream over this one."
Rompo una lanza y disparo al Cielo por Britta Ruth, descubierta por casualidad (y todo lo casual probiene del Diablo), que me ha envenenado y redirigido hacia la tinta.
La admiro, por ser joven; la envidio, por estar muerto.
9.11.07
THE TOWN CRIER: Veneno y tinta.
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Sera proViene.
Me alegro de que vuelvas a la carga amigo.
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