Christian Get Wells Messages

Ohne Punkt (Part 5)

idiot momentum measure by seeking affection in the other a jealous reaction like when you talk about your friends and I know very well that crossed your bed or when I speak of my friends and you know very While they knew to be in my sheets share some altered state product of our sessions iatrogenic and stuttering that mirrors that after the cry before And we retuercedislocadisgregaatornillarehúyerepelerefriega interstitial hole this window where we become infamous body patadapárpado frenéticofrasco deformable edges desire to exercise their right of citizenship in an ethic buried pettiness knows no unbutton a button without using teeth and spells conjugates contrapuntal We intensified contractions smuggled conjunctive intuitive moments for the most minimal manifestation of the absurd to deposit our nerves there with enthusiasm and optimism bicycle reincarnated

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Ohne Punkt (Part 4)

When I opened the door I quickly realized I knew her look was depersonalized dissociated but I told He stood me say a word against the window with his arm outstretched and open hand I thought maybe I had stayed in that position since I left If so would not surprise me Your control mechanisms work overtime and the result is stressful periods depression and fear I said suddenly, turning around with his hand still open and through the window opening Ultimately're a combination of extreme vulnerability and you have an attitude at once defensive and brittle chilling effect which makes you somebody who is helpless to enjoy life If I was not insensible pity you give me I asked him if it was me who was speaking His was not pleonastic (5) and slid underneath the tabs to cut the air Do not worry though he continued as he closed his fist, bringing his arm towards you Although we are in tune different frequencies and different channels (6) in the background is something we share our voices were decapitated and and said that the silence gargled a few seconds or minutes were not enough to remember know the passage of the Hesse book I had read at 18 and said "She was the bright and tiny window opening in my gloomy cavern of anguish Redemption was the path of liberation she had to teach me how to live or die teach her with his hand was pretty safe that touch my heart numb to the touch of life to flourish or burst into ash Where she drew these forces where the magic came to him for mysterious reasons why I had purchased for this deep significance about this I could not give further thought Like I did not have the slightest interest in knowing I do not mind at all know anything think any of it was already supersaturated were just for me torment and sharper and mortifying shame that I realized that my own state exactly was so fully aware of it before I saw this guy in this animal Steppenwolf like a fly in the nets and I noticed how but what pushed her to the decision how tangled and dangling helplessly how the spider web was ready to chop how it came to the same distance would have been the helping hand that the most prudent and sensible things about relationships and causes of my suffering my sick soul of my mechanical sorcery and neurosis was clear to me But what I needed so desperately longed to know and understand it was not but sway and impulse life decision "(7)

(5) pleonasm orgasmic

(6) These metaphors he was more than soccer. So, instead of thinking something like "I'm in 'orsay'" or "I hit the crossbar, his mental grid F1 spoke tightening in case of problems.

(7) Hesse, H.: "Steppenwolf", Madrid, Alianza Editorial, 1970 p. 0.0001

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Onhe Punkt (Part 3 )

but it was one of those many people who once thought of ending her life with the method chosen and all but without ever step I come Good (3) and was now staring at the whiplash trail now on the edge of the tile where an ant fighting a crumb of bread now at the very moment you saw walking barefoot and told the kid that was below what the fuck you feel like I have! Who was he? No could see your face And what did she there? He turned and grabbed her mouth with his right hand His tongue began to play with it felt like I was mojadísima and that he was at bat and was looking out the window without understanding what was happening stretched his left arm and fist shut those two that ate his mouth as if it were the last time every day that was on the other side of the mirror that he had never seen and that the warming as no one wanted to rip the clothes on his lips Breathing said he would love to suck ran stiffness of her nipples with his fingertips She stroked under his pants It was so hard that I began to excel inside me I whispered in her ear while he turned his back and stood against the wall sighing containment offering devoid looking for that orgasm delayed and urgent but her face was projected on the wall " You?! They could not be opened Puzzled not withstand the fist one was not time to hit Del eyes but I'm staying I Time for dreams stampings The ant had the bread I'm (4)


( 3) An expression used to indicate approval or compliance

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Ohne Punkt (Part 2)

not miss time blocking my MSN does not interest me tell you that writing would have liked to spit every time you connect to the instant messaging service but I also knew it was useless to even more than the crack that crossed the walkway and Senillosa Rivadavia Avenue and plunged into the white lines sucked through the steps of the pedestrians and the wheels of the vehicle and was now watching from the window (2) This slit your fucking bedroom would serve some to swallow the shadow of all those who think they are the center of the world such as the navel Cultists who think everything is by and for them would be seen as the architects of all Mediocre This is what poor people are also unhappy if their ideas sliced \u200b\u200bhim nervous system The rain had stopped rising of the shutter in half a few drops fell on his neck But many did not care about nothing Layered still looking the street and had a desire to jump!


(2) from the Latin word ventus (wind), had said Mariano Grondona.