Note: they are clearly under the influence of drugs. The beer is always and only northbound, 60 cents a pint.
They were the longest days of my life. those in which case just to put your nose out of the house, gets sucked into a vortex of the psyche, a sick mind.
Therefore, we assume that this month I have not worked an onion, so I do not have a penny laundry. Considering that tomorrow I have to pay 300 € rent and under the bed I have 35. And I do not mean that I have somewhere else, not even in the bank as matre me put them in your hand just arrived in Italy the money of the month.
Add to this, even the detail of punk (punkticolare!), that is, its final elimination of me from his life, only dramatic as a German could be.
Add the fact that I worked only Monday and this morning and this has created an ocean of time from having to fill in, and I get bored very, very easily. So on Monday night I slunk home to my colleague at 2 am. I left the morning after the morning after, at 6, I was still there. And I left again in the afternoon.
Here, as was Wednesday. Let it be clear that I have not fucked any way possible, but not even making out. Also admit that, maybe a little 'for revenge (though not to him, of course), I did the bitch all night, in true sense provocative. Oh yes, I did own the bitch. But sometimes we must also find some 'balance.
And I also cried many times because I turned around and saw the punk.
Jesus torture.
So, I said, is Wednesday. And Wednesday
'there was the total pot, with two sudden changes, then again the flatness, instantly. The first jolt and 'was, in fact, the punk that I deleted from msn. The other was the fact that finally, after three days of visits (and of course miles and miles on foot), I found Patrick to work. I went early, going to dinner in Switzerland (a friend of Vale), I saw, I came, I gave the book that I wrote the 2nd time we met - so full of soul-time, imperplessitissimo him, I greet him and I go out.
But then there was also was the return from dinner. I pass on the tram, hyper-uber-pretty sure I would not have been so stupid as to fall. I see him out, only two tables occupied, he sat smoking. And fuck, if it could have been even vaguely worthwhile .. why not!
Get off the tram, walk back. Obviously I do the scene .. "I'm randomly going from here" (which every time I pass always from the same direction as the bus stop 'there), he greets me Scazzi, I will still stop by, two bla bla, it puts a annoiatissimo "Okay if you want to go for a drink at closing .. ", to which an answer very nearly cold c'avrai send me a message if you still want, I'm not going to wait for anything."
course, silent grave.
I go back to home, and it 'Thursday'. I sleep, after I do not know what. I sleep well until 7:30.
I go down in total, of those who do not think you ever leave the house for the rest of your life. I get down to the point such as to listen to Joy Division. un'emo as a generation better than this. I'm in bed mulling between revenge and strategies to make them understand what I want him. Besides depression, bipolar disorder then.
Why is it that I could never see the punk, I really slaughters. Then Patrick
seeing well behaved in exactly the same way, I'm just saying - be it 'but then I'm fucking. (Pretending not to think of Faith)
Around noon, comes home Vale. It was Saturday, which was making his cock, between Martin and the Swiss, even without ever returning home. I who was slightly irritated by this, because I hate to live alone anyway (just to see me to understand what can door), I just replied in a tone slightly acid, I skipped the nerves. A couple of frasucole shrill and truncated, then I in the room and she goes out.
In the following close behind (by checking the box that she had already left), deciding that if I die in that room, at least I had the right to be made.
And I also cried many times because I turned around and saw the punk.
Jesus torture.
So, I said, is Wednesday. And Wednesday
'there was the total pot, with two sudden changes, then again the flatness, instantly. The first jolt and 'was, in fact, the punk that I deleted from msn. The other was the fact that finally, after three days of visits (and of course miles and miles on foot), I found Patrick to work. I went early, going to dinner in Switzerland (a friend of Vale), I saw, I came, I gave the book that I wrote the 2nd time we met - so full of soul-time, imperplessitissimo him, I greet him and I go out.
But then there was also was the return from dinner. I pass on the tram, hyper-uber-pretty sure I would not have been so stupid as to fall. I see him out, only two tables occupied, he sat smoking. And fuck, if it could have been even vaguely worthwhile .. why not!
Get off the tram, walk back. Obviously I do the scene .. "I'm randomly going from here" (which every time I pass always from the same direction as the bus stop 'there), he greets me Scazzi, I will still stop by, two bla bla, it puts a annoiatissimo "Okay if you want to go for a drink at closing .. ", to which an answer very nearly cold c'avrai send me a message if you still want, I'm not going to wait for anything."
course, silent grave.
I go back to home, and it 'Thursday'. I sleep, after I do not know what. I sleep well until 7:30.
I go down in total, of those who do not think you ever leave the house for the rest of your life. I get down to the point such as to listen to Joy Division. un'emo as a generation better than this. I'm in bed mulling between revenge and strategies to make them understand what I want him. Besides depression, bipolar disorder then.
Why is it that I could never see the punk, I really slaughters. Then Patrick
seeing well behaved in exactly the same way, I'm just saying - be it 'but then I'm fucking. (Pretending not to think of Faith)
Around noon, comes home Vale. It was Saturday, which was making his cock, between Martin and the Swiss, even without ever returning home. I who was slightly irritated by this, because I hate to live alone anyway (just to see me to understand what can door), I just replied in a tone slightly acid, I skipped the nerves. A couple of frasucole shrill and truncated, then I in the room and she goes out.
In the following close behind (by checking the box that she had already left), deciding that if I die in that room, at least I had the right to be made.
Uban, Kotti, exchange rate, a stop at the beer spaeti: magic Gorli Park, just in front of me! By
little confident, reading 'Ask the Dust' without looking up (I no longer need to go there) since I sat in Uban.
There 's where the type of all time, with two others. Unodeidue from me, and repeats the quellodisempre tape "But but no go! But give him more than and 'always there. "
little confident, reading 'Ask the Dust' without looking up (I no longer need to go there) since I sat in Uban.
There 's where the type of all time, with two others. Unodeidue from me, and repeats the quellodisempre tape "But but no go! But give him more than and 'always there. "
..
Unodeidue try to give it, but I to the heavenly sound of those words (and remember that 'hard time of famine) do not move a finger.
obtained a doubling of the amount, 'grin and I'm leaving. Quellodisempre follow me. "I smoke one together here?"
My first thought 'was "I will never use mine.." And so, an immediate "ok 'and' release before I knew it.
park board, "But you do not speak English, eh?" "Oh no .. its"
German for me and 'drittodritto a slow torture leading to death.
At that, finished the three sentences on the cross that we could exchange, both but-the-fuck-that-there-abbiamoin common?, for both are-made-and-not-quite-understand-anything.
obtained a doubling of the amount, 'grin and I'm leaving. Quellodisempre follow me. "I smoke one together here?"
My first thought 'was "I will never use mine.." And so, an immediate "ok 'and' release before I knew it.
park board, "But you do not speak English, eh?" "Oh no .. its"
German for me and 'drittodritto a slow torture leading to death.
At that, finished the three sentences on the cross that we could exchange, both but-the-fuck-that-there-abbiamoin common?, for both are-made-and-not-quite-understand-anything.
Ten minutes later we were to massage the shoulders, he was holding a bag of grass from 10 € gram of cocaine with a lot of homage.
No comment, really.
To which, I already gave up for dead, including the etymology of the word.
In a tone similar to the one who had the bell of the test fire at the school during a surprise task (which certainly would not have played with fire, and saw that 'supply. At least, so' I think the primary), it sounds mobile phone: Debbie. Okay, I promised just twelve hours before dropping her and her loathsomeness of my life, but then nothing could be worse than the situation. On the other hand, I also seemed to hold it just a good way.
I tell him he was my boss telling me that I had to work at night and that it was better to go home (it was 2 pm in the meantime). There seems to believe, then again, the beer spaeti (a specific moment that I was in shirt / black pajamas, saying "my favorite monsters" and drawn in so many monsters, even without a bra, denim skirt and flip flops. The portrait of sciattezza short), and down to Uban Rosenthaler. And again in Kastaniennalle area (which is where I saw the punk case for the last time Patrick and where he works), but Debbie, had to stay there. And if there is no 'right alterative .. Spaeti, beer.
In a tone similar to the one who had the bell of the test fire at the school during a surprise task (which certainly would not have played with fire, and saw that 'supply. At least, so' I think the primary), it sounds mobile phone: Debbie. Okay, I promised just twelve hours before dropping her and her loathsomeness of my life, but then nothing could be worse than the situation. On the other hand, I also seemed to hold it just a good way.
I tell him he was my boss telling me that I had to work at night and that it was better to go home (it was 2 pm in the meantime). There seems to believe, then again, the beer spaeti (a specific moment that I was in shirt / black pajamas, saying "my favorite monsters" and drawn in so many monsters, even without a bra, denim skirt and flip flops. The portrait of sciattezza short), and down to Uban Rosenthaler. And again in Kastaniennalle area (which is where I saw the punk case for the last time Patrick and where he works), but Debbie, had to stay there. And if there is no 'right alterative .. Spaeti, beer.
She tells me that the first was in Alexander Platz was a mulatto child on the phone, the police jumped on him from behind, in the three agents blocked by the hands, handcuffed, thrown to the ground .. and he fell the parties are from the mouth a flood of colorful mini bags. He and all his 12 years, impassive.
Then needed another beer.
Then, with all its orrendezza (and I'm not usually so harsh ..) and it tells me that 'love. It should be ', if God leads me to alcoholism, I can not give up. She
going to work, I come home, as was the original plan, to commit suicide. Only that it was already spent so 'long (it was 18) I had already changed his mind.
ponder what to do, smoke. Smoke, and send a message to Vale: "Know that I do not have with you, I'm just pissed off black with punk, but there's no 'a shit to talk about, so I prefer to keep the facts miei.anyway, what are you doing? I would want to get over and go to the cccp techno night. "
going to work, I come home, as was the original plan, to commit suicide. Only that it was already spent so 'long (it was 18) I had already changed his mind.
ponder what to do, smoke. Smoke, and send a message to Vale: "Know that I do not have with you, I'm just pissed off black with punk, but there's no 'a shit to talk about, so I prefer to keep the facts miei.anyway, what are you doing? I would want to get over and go to the cccp techno night. "
Answer: "I'm crying a little bit to dussman, Patrick sent me a message."
What the fuck, I went last night to give him the book of our love, and he calls her?
But a limit has it?
To which I meet with Vale, the spaeti to Rosenthaler. For a while 'there is also the Swiss. A couple of beers, then everyone at home. They are, once again I do not know how, 22. It is I who made us ultra puffy beer like real bums that are observed. Let's go home for a good 15 more minutes and then we are the spaeti, Rosenthaler clearly a heterosexual couple and a gay German (with the apostrophe?).
What the fuck, I went last night to give him the book of our love, and he calls her?
But a limit has it?
To which I meet with Vale, the spaeti to Rosenthaler. For a while 'there is also the Swiss. A couple of beers, then everyone at home. They are, once again I do not know how, 22. It is I who made us ultra puffy beer like real bums that are observed. Let's go home for a good 15 more minutes and then we are the spaeti, Rosenthaler clearly a heterosexual couple and a gay German (with the apostrophe?).
A couple of beers and then is techno night.
the CCCP, the gay leads us to a new addiction: the New Russian. One shottino with the colors of Russia (or at least, so they told m. .. now that I think as far as I know I could fuck with me unless I knew the least like the flag Russia) and a lot of very strong, with a liquor dolcissimisimo the end. Divine.
It is the second round. Then a
Jegermeister, then the techno speati stove .. and again. It's me again, and alone. It's me again, and drunk in the sun near Patrick. And we know that we are around 3 am, and 'because we know that if we are drunk and drunk and we are together, he can not have fun.
by the book, Vale wrote to him. She tells him that he was working and it would come to the 4. Another hour to spaeti. Worth a look and ask when was the last time she ate. Buy a touch of bread with a touch of spinach, all in perfect geometric shape. And the first bite becomes the first spit. Another 50 cents by the wayside.
It is the second round. Then a
Jegermeister, then the techno speati stove .. and again. It's me again, and alone. It's me again, and drunk in the sun near Patrick. And we know that we are around 3 am, and 'because we know that if we are drunk and drunk and we are together, he can not have fun.
by the book, Vale wrote to him. She tells him that he was working and it would come to the 4. Another hour to spaeti. Worth a look and ask when was the last time she ate. Buy a touch of bread with a touch of spinach, all in perfect geometric shape. And the first bite becomes the first spit. Another 50 cents by the wayside.
the third Sterni spaeti already battered by 'loves us like we were his daughters, we decide that the only solution is to go on the swing. So we go to the park next door, we get stuck in the basket (the round, swinging, here, on a height of proportion compared to what are our legs, but also to what is' our lucidity).
Specifically, I said, 'Well, I usually do so .. "and we fall in full in the face and legs in the air.
When I go I see that dress but poor Calabrian guinea Vale and 'exactly the same as that of Flistones had Bambam. I laugh at bad, you all.
When I go I see that dress but poor Calabrian guinea Vale and 'exactly the same as that of Flistones had Bambam. I laugh at bad, you all.
dawn of the fourth five, full sun on our faces color Russian flag, Patrick, is worthy of his presence. He sits on the ground, I'm in a position unthinkable on a carousel, afraid to move in that I went away a few tendon Vale joins him, and giving him the dress screams "Bambambammmm."
This is it 's true love.
You talk, you roll the 7. I started working at 11 and there was starting to get boring. Perfect time to go to sleep. Greetings, Vale says it will reach me in ten minutes, as indeed it always has. He 'confusissimo the fact that I I'm going, follow me not only with eyes but with all the big face, with no restraint, until 'not go down the steps. And I, I care that he does so, of course. I take the
Uban, come home, millionth barrel, flat bread, "Gardens in Autumn" and sleep and 'rightly arrived.
It was 7.45.
At 8:30, I wake up. Empty house ".. It? ... Vale?". Hier keine Vale.
Here, I knew, he told all, showed the notebook .. now what the hell do I? The name and does not respond. The call, phone is off.
panic.
Now back home and I tell her what? How dare I look into her eyes?
This is it 's true love.
You talk, you roll the 7. I started working at 11 and there was starting to get boring. Perfect time to go to sleep. Greetings, Vale says it will reach me in ten minutes, as indeed it always has. He 'confusissimo the fact that I I'm going, follow me not only with eyes but with all the big face, with no restraint, until 'not go down the steps. And I, I care that he does so, of course. I take the
Uban, come home, millionth barrel, flat bread, "Gardens in Autumn" and sleep and 'rightly arrived.
It was 7.45.
At 8:30, I wake up. Empty house ".. It? ... Vale?". Hier keine Vale.
Here, I knew, he told all, showed the notebook .. now what the hell do I? The name and does not respond. The call, phone is off.
panic.
Now back home and I tell her what? How dare I look into her eyes?
Decided: tell her that he had asked me to take a long time ago, and it was so, only a young thing. Dependable as
the history of X-rays at the knee when I went to Milan in a day round trip just to fuck with F.
I racked my brains in bed dying of hot, half naked, with his feet towards the head to breathe more. I also believed to suffer from asthma, for a moment.
time, ten minutes, I hear the key in the lock. I die in a moment, Vale looks at me and laughs, I revived. Leave the door open, a walk through the house, in silence and said: "We do not 'Martin is not it?" "Why there should be Martin here?". And Patrick
enter.
Bella there.
As always, I dumped on the bed. I propose to move in a decent room. He sings "beer beer beeer."
I get up, get dressed, I go to the room. PC, music, beer and cane. In two hours I have to be at work.
It goes to take a shower. P. kiss me, I read everything, we must speak at all, please I want you (I closed the book with "So, you want me? Fucking come on and break the door down, I'm ready). He kisses as sweet as he had never done and I melt like a suckling pig on 'fire.
If you want me why you call her and not me?!
and kisses me. It should be
'. Blablablaaaaaaaaaaa.
In a mix of drunken German English
"Du willst nur me When you are so drunk That you can not even hope in an erection. Quite useless, oder?" (I want to go when you're so drunk they can not even hope for an erection. Pretty useless, no?)
No baby, i need to meet you .. Tomorrow, in the night, at 4 ..
But to meet the 22 as good Christians never eh?
not say, but kissed him. Risbuca Vale. Ah, the good old days of lemons hidden. Jesus stress.
I shower and get ready for work. He falls asleep in my bed and she and 'next door to watch a movie.
I go to work drunk. Apparently completely healthy (also known as a reliable person on this). Slip in the middle of the room while I washed the tables. I am again smashes face. I start washing the tables and I will stab a splinter in your thumb. In any case, I can survive for eight hours and go home. Patrick
he's' just left.
Vale: - And then we fucked a little bit this morning ..
Me: - but right here in my bed? Right where I lie now?
gave me a look of terrifying - but at least shut up, bitch. At that
return with my body in the soft shell and I fell silent.
you go to Martin and I write a message to Patrick "I'll be at home alone a tomorrow morning. Das ist mir egal." (I'm home alone until morning, but do some shit that you like.)
At now I'm wondering if you understand the meaning of "if you want to come, so tell me what you tell me ..".
I hope not, at least maybe maybe having redeemed € 100 to work towards one, I can go to sleep, though not quite serene calm.
the history of X-rays at the knee when I went to Milan in a day round trip just to fuck with F.
I racked my brains in bed dying of hot, half naked, with his feet towards the head to breathe more. I also believed to suffer from asthma, for a moment.
time, ten minutes, I hear the key in the lock. I die in a moment, Vale looks at me and laughs, I revived. Leave the door open, a walk through the house, in silence and said: "We do not 'Martin is not it?" "Why there should be Martin here?". And Patrick
enter.
Bella there.
As always, I dumped on the bed. I propose to move in a decent room. He sings "beer beer beeer."
I get up, get dressed, I go to the room. PC, music, beer and cane. In two hours I have to be at work.
It goes to take a shower. P. kiss me, I read everything, we must speak at all, please I want you (I closed the book with "So, you want me? Fucking come on and break the door down, I'm ready). He kisses as sweet as he had never done and I melt like a suckling pig on 'fire.
If you want me why you call her and not me?!
and kisses me. It should be
'. Blablablaaaaaaaaaaa.
In a mix of drunken German English
"Du willst nur me When you are so drunk That you can not even hope in an erection. Quite useless, oder?" (I want to go when you're so drunk they can not even hope for an erection. Pretty useless, no?)
No baby, i need to meet you .. Tomorrow, in the night, at 4 ..
But to meet the 22 as good Christians never eh?
not say, but kissed him. Risbuca Vale. Ah, the good old days of lemons hidden. Jesus stress.
I shower and get ready for work. He falls asleep in my bed and she and 'next door to watch a movie.
I go to work drunk. Apparently completely healthy (also known as a reliable person on this). Slip in the middle of the room while I washed the tables. I am again smashes face. I start washing the tables and I will stab a splinter in your thumb. In any case, I can survive for eight hours and go home. Patrick
he's' just left.
Vale: - And then we fucked a little bit this morning ..
Me: - but right here in my bed? Right where I lie now?
gave me a look of terrifying - but at least shut up, bitch. At that
return with my body in the soft shell and I fell silent.
you go to Martin and I write a message to Patrick "I'll be at home alone a tomorrow morning. Das ist mir egal." (I'm home alone until morning, but do some shit that you like.)
At now I'm wondering if you understand the meaning of "if you want to come, so tell me what you tell me ..".
I hope not, at least maybe maybe having redeemed € 100 to work towards one, I can go to sleep, though not quite serene calm.
It is now Sunday.
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