The author of this episode is Princess Leia
Driven by youthful friend and I find myself ungrateful visitor passes through the magical night of our historical center. Dressed as a seal of a marriage can not mask my discomfort, perhaps unjustified but still crystal clear. The heels worn compulsorily for "slender figure 'are planted in each hole and the series creative" pay homage to the take-off and dangles her against her tits and all that is around. Reduced in an almost hypnotic with a stupid smile without having received any illicit drug, but not legally be driven by the currents I and I follow the steady stream of words that connects the mouth like a string of Amanda on my right ear and the left Enchanted is the meeting of the Communist Party of workers cross the first hour. Someone had shouted "you have a worker only way to change your life: to return to the unity of your class and to tear the petty bourgeois political and unfortunate. " Meanwhile the nth hole stranded by my heels a rat from the underground blasphemy.
Here we arrive at the famous local "in" both of which I had spoken. I realize why we are still around me and we are all stuck too tanned tattooed male and female seminude attroiate too. It is in line to enter. I wonder if there will be queues for the afterlife cross thresholds that will determine our stay afterlife. I think in this case I'm not mad because they should not be easy to handle such traffic. I see a big man at the end of the line in obvious iperproteinizzato hormonal crisis in care of the check. It will be he who will judge me for now, here in this life of hardship and cotillions. I wonder if you notice in my disguise as a seal and if so whether this would affect my entrance. I also wonder how he lives his apparent lack of proportion, if you have ever thought of a graft surgery silicone cushions in the calves and thighs and feet. I wonder how much silicone implicit surround me in a flash and then I went into a menchenonsidica and walk on the lovely wooden bridge yacht type. I look back and say goodbye to the middle-aged man, to thank him for turning a blind eye to that kind of gore that I hung around his neck, but the current is strong and determined, the players and the tissues are excited, we're going to make our entrance to our villa on the sea, not at Charterhouse, we all feel beautiful rather cool, even figs and so on and on and so throws.
After the bridge over the time Naomi Campbell. I feel the flab around again in tune with my body. Here I am. They are the Lalla. They are the star wars bar
It's true. It is definitely on. All very campari. Implied sex. Abstinence high. Music core trans-gender. But despite looking out around me I can not help but feel a bad inside the dark end of the intestine goes quickly to the first cervical vertebra. I fainted. Policies must have been civilians. The journey from
standing to mother earth is slow and muffled. All around, a blender of colors swallows all the teeth of young smiling sweaty and then overwhelms me. Tump. ...
I wake up with an average pain in the right shoulder, the left one is still asleep. They slumped behind the DJ console with helmets airbrushed a big hairy dog \u200b\u200blicks my face and someone stole my mussels from the neck. Amanda dancing barefoot like Janis Joplin, the audience looks at her incredulously. I try to get up but I am surprised an effort. I realize that a bad smell is bothering my stomach is empty. It's stinks. Precisely the smell of sulfur.
I surrender to gravity and from my point of view I look at the ground dj. Skinny skinny with more cuffioni older than he moves his head like those furry kittens that were put on the rear window in the 70's. With your hands squeeze buttons raise and lower levers seem to work on cold fusion. The music core gender often this effect. Leather sandals, shorts Nepalese, black t shirt. The public seems not to appreciate his sound universe. Maybe they did not understand maybe you can not understand, however, he seems out of the room, does not seem to belong to anyone. Maverick? (How?) Bho. Yet I seem to have known him, "maybe in another life I think. The smell of sulfur is heavy. To get up and do a big hand with long nails and big ring materializes in front of me. It belongs to a gentleman distinguished in white. It seems the king of pimps final. While I spend another nanosecond to decide whether or not to cling to him, are already up, the nausea has passed and I feel a strange creeping into his underwear. As soon as I figure out who and what, I'm going through the room behind his big white jacket like a magnet skating and ten nanoseconds lascivious find myself nose-nose with him hanging on the bar counter.
"Do not worry about the pants is a side effect. I just want to enjoy drinks. I love your dress seal "I'm lost. It's a bit 'too accustomed to looking for a nanny sos. All my certainties broke up and scramble with a paper flag in a glass of godfather.
"A lemonade for my friend." The bartender serves me right away. I lift my eyes looking complicity, I wonder if the bartender has strange powers of evil on two legs ... but I would not say it does not seem to understand. "Thank Erotica" I get so without thinking. Past lives? Pleasant fun dangerous past lives. Now I have not given up trying to find a meaning to everything that's happening to me and let me devour a deadly circle in the head, everything is hazy, I realize that it is time to go home and who are willing to go there crawling and, indeed, would be a good opportunity to apologize to the mice. I leave the bar and dangling try but I find Amanda Only his shoes. Here I am on the catwalk on the contrary, now I get to the mainland that stops by here I do not think so. The black sea around seems cocacola flat. From a small boat a few meters away someone is calling me, now I expect the worst. Amanda is in a nutshell that says "sooner or later come back," his sly smile I recognize from a distance, you clung to a freak, with all due respect, those who do not see around anymore, with hair Long a symbol of peace on the shirt. The launch of the shoes completely wrong path. The longhair off the boat, walks on water and collected one by one. Amanda gives me a look that with the right amplification would sounded like "You got it, boy?". Ok. Where is the spaceship? The beams of light, the horses of the apocalypse, and raise the dead and the big job? And 'maybe interplanetary fucking candid camera? You're laughing little green men fucking stinking vomit foam? You feel better just because you do not go to the stadium and you move into space in those tortillas ultra luminescent design? Do you know why no one can ever take a decent picture of dick? Why are you bad like the f ...
"Miss not do so, look, someone has found her necklace I remember having avergliela neck. You must be a very creative woman. "I never decided to try a lot of joy at seeing the lord doped entry, you never stop gaining weight. Having chatted amiably while I slept, with a strong arm that I do not know whether to attribute the momentum of affection or excessive sclerosis fatigue, my new friend threw me smiling inside a taxi. "Is over," I think without believing too much. ****
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