Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Brent Corrigan-school Bot Crush

Father

They stuffed a coin into the vagina. "That happens for having put the bitch," the commander told me when he closed the door of the house. She cried and I cried out, as it did when I had to take for the first time Picolino for the admission into the group of girls who offered themselves as virgins.
My daughter had had to endure the forced introduction of alien fingers long before the arrival of armed squad. When he was thirteen, said "Let's go to town that I have a surprise "and was surprised actually. He never promised it would be a nice surprise. I do not like to promise things that do not comply. Argemiro, the owner of the house, took me with him to his room and undressed, standing still, the old man spread his legs and made a couple of his fingers, when released, were soaked with blood, "is blank, leave that does not have me, "he ordered. I heard the screams behind the door of my daughter, who left trembling and I allowed him to touch a single hair.
From other day she was beginning to be quoted and a couple of months were enough for me to speak again. I never asked for an explanation surprise that just arrived at dawn to sleep a little and leave a trail of perfume, baby oil and alcohol through the house. I do not know if this is the time for explanations, like, I have not, I can only go to this thing called fate, his mother worked in the same and since parirla killed shortly after, it was me who had to engage in selling ice cream in the town square. I never reached the money, we had lots of food to share and support the stomach rumblings that we interrupted those dreams with starvation in the evenings.
So many years I had to wait for her to grow! I still remember when I noticed that her chest began to rule; were two little lemons as they held on to the neighboring farms to spray with some taste that cold white cream that sold under the name of ice cream.
she ever asked me, when she was a child and accompanied me to work on hot afternoons punishing the square, the reason why she had come into the world. I could not answer that she was the collection account that I had left him Argemiro by pregnant women with the most expensive he had.
not hate my daughter but not the master. I just let it runs, it remains an extension of his mother. At one time I thought I could love her, dug through some gestures to remind me woman who conceived it. I tried to fall in love, on many nights that elapsed between the first outbreak of his chest and coming to picoline, not that touched my body reacted.
He seemed comfortable in their work. He told Argemiro grandpa and I used to give rides in the place where I asked a couple of ice cream and chatting with me. I could not leave my job, she did not have enough money to support me, and although my joints ache, should continue playing the bells that had my picture and begging not to let me starve. "That was your problem daddy, you got used to pray and never had anything so ... I'm not yours," said the night he came the squad as if it were an omen.
was a Sunday, and she rested frolicking in the hammock hung in the kitchen told me that when I slept next to me had some nightmares that not even cut to wake up and see me.
commander greeted us with kindness and asked me if I was me and my daughter was my daughter. I could not deny anything, I gagged and with his gun pointed at me in the back led me to the town square, which was infested with more men under his command and the singing of crickets who predicted the continuity of the world. Argemiro was tied to a chair. Suddenly, one of the subordinates of the commander fired a chainsaw and started cutting all the limbs picoline the old owner until it was just a log on the chair.
Then I returned to my house and forced me to see how the currency inserted in the body of my daughter. She did not cry. "If you want money, here is your piggy bank," said the commander while struggling with my daughter's legs. Now I hope that's true because I tore the pushcart.

Aszeta

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Home Systems Protect Warranty





A sorcerer can not say that there are days when broken. There are no minutes to swallow that follow. No death is going to take but also anticipate their arrival. If you think you have the opportunity to throw you a tenth floor or get burned under the ruins of a house about to fall and you do not, is because it has not arrived yet. Meanwhile, devote yourself to boredom, to plot how the minutes can swallow up the minutes that follow.

Aszeta