Army of Love | Nu Tellaa
As a baby, my mother carefully held her hands white, sealed envelope, with both hands, persistently repeating through his teeth: "Mrcino, mrcino world ..." as he passed the house, from one end to the other, leaving behind odors that have collected on kitchen, where usually spends his time. I was in his room that almost never leave, because what is currently happening in the world, particularly annoy me. It attributed this to my lack of energy and desire loftas for socialization, pushing me in isolation at first treated as a whim, and only later recognized as a mental illness by official institutions. loftas
The thing was that I did not feel sick and do not require any appointments loftas on my condition, as I used to call it the spirit of passivity, thus causing spasm of despair on the faces of those who were forced to live under the same roof with me. Do not expect special treatment loftas and leniency approval did not take me because I was financially independent (legacy from grandfather) help krepenje the house as quiet, generous spirit, they sometimes protnuvajkji coin through the keyhole of the grandchildren of my sister. Yes, all lived in the same house, and that was the reason for my withdrawal plus. I did not feel special, or something good enough to start to work independently; my sole occupation were books and magazines. loftas I was ordering the special, loftas registered mail and the first thing came to mind is that this time, my mother brings a new book arrived at our address.
- Here, open - slowly opened loftas once before it look nice. I quickly read again and again, unable at first to figure out whether it is something serious loftas or it is tasteless joke.
The letter had several large, square loftas print in several places, under which were written several large, incomprehensible signatures. loftas In place of the sender stood Minsisterstvoto loftas of Interior, whose credibility had any doubt that the weight mentioned signature and print his letter and gave me caused tingling around joints.
The thoughts that flew through my head I could be nice disbelief I heard my mother, her curses, curses, loftas prayers and gentle snap of fingers old. The woman was in despair, and that I could understand - a son like me, in a house full of failures, what never leaves, but hope for a better tomorrow, was to dramatize talent. But one thing was clear, and that my mother did not know. They had a record of all the porn magazines at this address, delivered directly under the door in this room. They knew about my hidden preferences and called them by justifying the sending of this letter. Most courteously ask for secrecy, apologizing for the lack of resources and inconvenience that, guess I had to experience it, because all hands underwent specific content under his whiteness. It was stated today's date, address and time of the start when new regrutanti can apply, with appropriate identification, of the Army of Love.
- This must be checked loftas - and finally I told him I said, polusvesen the reactions that cause the letter to me. I was dying of curiosity to find out, the feeling was so strong loftas and unfamiliar, like a huge hand grabbed my neck and lifted me like a feather from the chair, I began to teteravam across the room, breaking them around my books and magazines.
When I was sure that enough away, when I was sure that the house is sinking into routinized peace after the meal, it was quiet and rarely peaceful, slowly opened the door. Quickly bath, shaved, hair zacheshlav back and I put cologne loftas which in my eyes poured tears. I managed loftas to keep a smile as he headed najdarezhlivo the face in the mirror loftas and went quietly and carefully, as it got.
For a while, I got to the place that was at the address. It was building, boring and gray that outwardly looked like an old, communist Hospital. Since I did not see nobody around, though that may have arrived late. I urge you to find the entrance, which proved quite remote from this area where we are, which actually helped me get a full picture of the building and its majestic size that stretched in this sad and lonely part of town, sunk in air loaded with zvucite street mirisite dogs and their feces.
I got out and wandering around. Through loftas the corridors silence reigned. Spinning left and right, looking sign, anything, anything that will confirm that I'm in the right place, I'm one of the conscripts, that this will not be a tasteless joke, but a bridge to the rivers of lust and fornication that was ready to surrender. And then, the sign appeared.
- ... Your ID, please. The right place you, go after me - politely and graciously showed me his elegant bent back co
As a baby, my mother carefully held her hands white, sealed envelope, with both hands, persistently repeating through his teeth: "Mrcino, mrcino world ..." as he passed the house, from one end to the other, leaving behind odors that have collected on kitchen, where usually spends his time. I was in his room that almost never leave, because what is currently happening in the world, particularly annoy me. It attributed this to my lack of energy and desire loftas for socialization, pushing me in isolation at first treated as a whim, and only later recognized as a mental illness by official institutions. loftas
The thing was that I did not feel sick and do not require any appointments loftas on my condition, as I used to call it the spirit of passivity, thus causing spasm of despair on the faces of those who were forced to live under the same roof with me. Do not expect special treatment loftas and leniency approval did not take me because I was financially independent (legacy from grandfather) help krepenje the house as quiet, generous spirit, they sometimes protnuvajkji coin through the keyhole of the grandchildren of my sister. Yes, all lived in the same house, and that was the reason for my withdrawal plus. I did not feel special, or something good enough to start to work independently; my sole occupation were books and magazines. loftas I was ordering the special, loftas registered mail and the first thing came to mind is that this time, my mother brings a new book arrived at our address.
- Here, open - slowly opened loftas once before it look nice. I quickly read again and again, unable at first to figure out whether it is something serious loftas or it is tasteless joke.
The letter had several large, square loftas print in several places, under which were written several large, incomprehensible signatures. loftas In place of the sender stood Minsisterstvoto loftas of Interior, whose credibility had any doubt that the weight mentioned signature and print his letter and gave me caused tingling around joints.
The thoughts that flew through my head I could be nice disbelief I heard my mother, her curses, curses, loftas prayers and gentle snap of fingers old. The woman was in despair, and that I could understand - a son like me, in a house full of failures, what never leaves, but hope for a better tomorrow, was to dramatize talent. But one thing was clear, and that my mother did not know. They had a record of all the porn magazines at this address, delivered directly under the door in this room. They knew about my hidden preferences and called them by justifying the sending of this letter. Most courteously ask for secrecy, apologizing for the lack of resources and inconvenience that, guess I had to experience it, because all hands underwent specific content under his whiteness. It was stated today's date, address and time of the start when new regrutanti can apply, with appropriate identification, of the Army of Love.
- This must be checked loftas - and finally I told him I said, polusvesen the reactions that cause the letter to me. I was dying of curiosity to find out, the feeling was so strong loftas and unfamiliar, like a huge hand grabbed my neck and lifted me like a feather from the chair, I began to teteravam across the room, breaking them around my books and magazines.
When I was sure that enough away, when I was sure that the house is sinking into routinized peace after the meal, it was quiet and rarely peaceful, slowly opened the door. Quickly bath, shaved, hair zacheshlav back and I put cologne loftas which in my eyes poured tears. I managed loftas to keep a smile as he headed najdarezhlivo the face in the mirror loftas and went quietly and carefully, as it got.
For a while, I got to the place that was at the address. It was building, boring and gray that outwardly looked like an old, communist Hospital. Since I did not see nobody around, though that may have arrived late. I urge you to find the entrance, which proved quite remote from this area where we are, which actually helped me get a full picture of the building and its majestic size that stretched in this sad and lonely part of town, sunk in air loaded with zvucite street mirisite dogs and their feces.
I got out and wandering around. Through loftas the corridors silence reigned. Spinning left and right, looking sign, anything, anything that will confirm that I'm in the right place, I'm one of the conscripts, that this will not be a tasteless joke, but a bridge to the rivers of lust and fornication that was ready to surrender. And then, the sign appeared.
- ... Your ID, please. The right place you, go after me - politely and graciously showed me his elegant bent back co
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