The events that followed were
without transition or connection, not
because they weren't actually related,
but because my attention was so absent
as to remain absolutely dissociated. In
just a few seconds: first, Simone bit
into one of the raw balls, to my dismay;
then Granero advanced towards the bull,
waving his scarlet cloth; finally,
almost at once, Simone, with blood-red
face and a suffocating lewdness,
uncovered her long white thighs up to
her moist vulva, into which she slowly
and surely fitted the second pale
globule- Granero was thrown back by the
bull and wedged against the balustrade;
the horns struck the balustrade three
times at full speed; at the third blow,
one horn plunged into the right eye and
through the head. A shriek of unmeasured
horror coincided with a brief orgasm for
Simone, who was lifted up from the stone
seat only to be flung back with a
bleeding nose, under a blinding sun; men
instantly rushed over to haul away
Granero's body, the right eye dangling
fro
BLUEtooth is the baddest chica this
side of the m-i-s-s-i-p-p-e-l-l-i-p-i.
She's an inspirational filmmaker/
painter/performer. She does a
superduper Beyonce impersonation when
she's sober or drunk and she sure don't
frunt when it comes to Yoga--damn girl,
you on fire! It is the dreamers such as
she who move mountains. How bout a
venture to magic mountain...?
"HAHAHA! You will be finding enjoyment
in BlueTooth next" you cry and
laugh. "Even in BlueTooth there is
enjoyment" I say. I've felt it. We are
not spiteful in silence, but moan
malignantly, and that is the point! The
enjoyment of the sufferer finds
expression in moaning; if you did not
feel enjoyment, you would not moan.
Those moans express the consciousness
that you have noone to punish,
completely enslaved by your BlueTooth!
You moan on the second day not because
you are in pain, but because you are
nasty! with more trills and flourishes
than before. You want everyone to know
that you have a painful BLUETOOTH!
I arrived at the "flower" shop today,
and was greeted by a "Lauren", don't
believe your eyes I told myself,
afterall they've been cloning her
since 1984... duh. Although I don't
like being fooled, I am no less a
complete sucker for that DNA, "give
me a dozen Lauren's" I said, "and
don't prune the thorns" I demanded,
"I love the way she hurts me..."
Look man. One day I was kinda out of
it, and Bluetooth showed up at my
house. She seemed alright, but before
I knew it, she'd f**kin' moved in! I
figured it was easiest to surrender,
so I'm greeted every morning by her
big blue smile. It's actually worked
out ok.
without transition or connection, not
because they weren't actually related,
but because my attention was so absent
as to remain absolutely dissociated. In
just a few seconds: first, Simone bit
into one of the raw balls, to my dismay;
then Granero advanced towards the bull,
waving his scarlet cloth; finally,
almost at once, Simone, with blood-red
face and a suffocating lewdness,
uncovered her long white thighs up to
her moist vulva, into which she slowly
and surely fitted the second pale
globule- Granero was thrown back by the
bull and wedged against the balustrade;
the horns struck the balustrade three
times at full speed; at the third blow,
one horn plunged into the right eye and
through the head. A shriek of unmeasured
horror coincided with a brief orgasm for
Simone, who was lifted up from the stone
seat only to be flung back with a
bleeding nose, under a blinding sun; men
instantly rushed over to haul away
Granero's body, the right eye dangling
fro
side of the m-i-s-s-i-p-p-e-l-l-i-p-i.
She's an inspirational filmmaker/
painter/performer. She does a
superduper Beyonce impersonation when
she's sober or drunk and she sure don't
frunt when it comes to Yoga--damn girl,
you on fire! It is the dreamers such as
she who move mountains. How bout a
venture to magic mountain...?
hear Mother Earth from deep inside.
in BlueTooth next" you cry and
laugh. "Even in BlueTooth there is
enjoyment" I say. I've felt it. We are
not spiteful in silence, but moan
malignantly, and that is the point! The
enjoyment of the sufferer finds
expression in moaning; if you did not
feel enjoyment, you would not moan.
Those moans express the consciousness
that you have noone to punish,
completely enslaved by your BlueTooth!
You moan on the second day not because
you are in pain, but because you are
nasty! with more trills and flourishes
than before. You want everyone to know
that you have a painful BLUETOOTH!
and was greeted by a "Lauren", don't
believe your eyes I told myself,
afterall they've been cloning her
since 1984... duh. Although I don't
like being fooled, I am no less a
complete sucker for that DNA, "give
me a dozen Lauren's" I said, "and
don't prune the thorns" I demanded,
"I love the way she hurts me..."
it, and Bluetooth showed up at my
house. She seemed alright, but before
I knew it, she'd f**kin' moved in! I
figured it was easiest to surrender,
so I'm greeted every morning by her
big blue smile. It's actually worked
out ok.
cuz i'm a slave for you....