, airy guy ...
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Friday, March 26, 2010
Gay Incest Dad And Twins
from because I read no love novels ...
"... So many men make it, to forget their first love, why not me? "
" Because you have a heart, "I said.
" A foolish heart. A heart that it virtually demands to be deceived and hurt. Such a heart a concern nothing but pain. "
" What would you like a heart because you want? "
" A heart that knows the difference between good and evil. And then judge. "
[...]" And you? What do you would have a heart? "asked Vincent
[...] What a heart? A free heart to give it to someone who had it beat stronger. The heart of a nightingale, which even then by sang of love when a thorn pierced it.
"I have no heart. You have my heart," I replied.
I tried to read in his eyes, what made this declaration of love with him. Those eyes, which I always watch to see what he meant by thought, or felt the thinking told me what to think I am, or to feel, had to keep my place in his vulnerable heart.
His pupils were large and dark, as it was then that night when I had hurt him so much, before this morning when he had hurt me so much.
His hand was on his chest, on the left side, above his heart. rested in their mine. He could hold it or let go. I was not to determine it.
Vincent Chest rose and fell in the calm rhythm of his breath.
"You're my angel," he said. "Mon ange ."
[...] I looked at him as he eindämmerte. His eyes closed. His head fell to one side and the fingers of his hand relaxed.
He let go of my heart.
I watched him even then, when the sleep stung me in the eyes. There lay the beloved one, the Allerkostbarste what I had in this life. I wanted to record every detail of it in me to never forget them. It was as if I had known it. It was as if I had known it ...
off Adrian Mayfield - attempt to Love "by Floortje Zwigtmann 
"... So many men make it, to forget their first love, why not me? "
" Because you have a heart, "I said.
" A foolish heart. A heart that it virtually demands to be deceived and hurt. Such a heart a concern nothing but pain. "
" What would you like a heart because you want? "
" A heart that knows the difference between good and evil. And then judge. "
[...]" And you? What do you would have a heart? "asked Vincent
[...] What a heart? A free heart to give it to someone who had it beat stronger. The heart of a nightingale, which even then by sang of love when a thorn pierced it.
"I have no heart. You have my heart," I replied.
I tried to read in his eyes, what made this declaration of love with him. Those eyes, which I always watch to see what he meant by thought, or felt the thinking told me what to think I am, or to feel, had to keep my place in his vulnerable heart.
His pupils were large and dark, as it was then that night when I had hurt him so much, before this morning when he had hurt me so much.
His hand was on his chest, on the left side, above his heart. rested in their mine. He could hold it or let go. I was not to determine it.
Vincent Chest rose and fell in the calm rhythm of his breath.
"You're my angel," he said. "Mon ange ."
[...] I looked at him as he eindämmerte. His eyes closed. His head fell to one side and the fingers of his hand relaxed.
He let go of my heart.
I watched him even then, when the sleep stung me in the eyes. There lay the beloved one, the Allerkostbarste what I had in this life. I wanted to record every detail of it in me to never forget them. It was as if I had known it. It was as if I had known it ...
off Adrian Mayfield - attempt to Love "by Floortje Zwigtmann
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Ikusa Otome Suvia Valkyrie 1 Watch
Daddys Girl ....
Ich und mein Dad gucken TV. Wir haben ja auch sonst nix gemeinsam. Es läuft ein Bericht über einen Käse, der ohne Milchprodukte hergestellt wird.
Mein Vater so: "Dann kann ich meine Kacke ja gleich veredeln lassen und sagen, es is n Lutschbonbon" 
Ich und mein Dad gucken TV. Wir haben ja auch sonst nix gemeinsam. Es läuft ein Bericht über einen Käse, der ohne Milchprodukte hergestellt wird.
Mein Vater so: "Dann kann ich meine Kacke ja gleich veredeln lassen und sagen, es is n Lutschbonbon"
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Monday, March 1, 2010
Birthday Money Gift Poem
omgosh ...
Ich auf Arbeit. Lese gerade einen Artikel über das beste Stück eines Mannes. Meine Chefin kommt, ich will ihr ihren Schlüssel zurückgeben, der neben mir auf der Theke liegt.
Ich nehme den Schlüssel, halte ihn ihr hin und sage ganz laut, sodass jeder Kunde es hören kann:
"Here Mrs. H. your penis !" 
Ich auf Arbeit. Lese gerade einen Artikel über das beste Stück eines Mannes. Meine Chefin kommt, ich will ihr ihren Schlüssel zurückgeben, der neben mir auf der Theke liegt.
Ich nehme den Schlüssel, halte ihn ihr hin und sage ganz laut, sodass jeder Kunde es hören kann:
"Here Mrs. H. your penis !"
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