This little devil make your dick go wow.

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- Μπαμπά, μη με ξαναβάλετε στο νοσκοκομείο, σε παρακαλώ.
Μαμά... σε παρακαλώ μη με ξαναβάλετε στο νοσοκομείο. Σε παρακαλώ.
Σε παρακαλώ, μη με ξαναβάλετε στο νοσοκομείο.
- Θα δουμε.



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- Ελάτε μέσα
- Να μην έρθω και γω μέσα;
- Οχι, περίμενε λίγο έξω.
                                  


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 (βηματίζει πάνω κάτω)
- Παναγιώτη. 
Παναγιώτη. 
Παναγιώτη.
Παναγιώτη.
Παναγιώτη.
 Ελα εδώ. Κάτσε εδώ.(άδεια καρέκλα)
- Έλα κάτσε εδώ Παναγιώτη.Παναγιώτη.
- ... 

  

                                  

                                   

             Ai shite iru koto wo wasurenaide ite

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Αλλά. Αναφέρομαι σε ένα συγκεκριμένο.

Επειδή είμαι της διατύπωσης, θα διατυπώσω τα εξής: Δεν γνωρίζω γιατί,

αλλά θέλω να δω το δέρμα σου με τα μάτια των χεριών μου.

Νομίζω αυτό ακριβώς είναι που δίνει ένα κάποιο επίπεδο δυσκολίας στη συζήτησή μας,

το ότι θα προτιμούσαμε να πιανόμαστε αντί να εκφωνούμε.

Autoproswpografia

                                                           
                                                                

GREGORY

I will frown as I pass by, and let them take it as they list.

SAMPSON

Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them; which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it. Enter ABRAHAM and BALTHASAR

ABRAHAM

Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?

SAMPSON

I do bite my thumb, sir.

ABRAHAM

Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?

SAMPSON

[Aside to GREGORY] Is the law of our side, if I say ay?

GREGORY

No.

SAMPSON

No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir, but I
bite my thumb, sir.

I defy you, stars!

 

Ομορφοβικός= ανθρωπος με μια ριζωμένη παρόρμηση αντιπαθειας ή υπερβολικής δυσπιστιας και αρνητικής προκατάληψης προς τους έκδηλα,πολυ στερεότυπα ή κραυγαλέα όμορφους ανθρωπους.

π.χ.] "Μήπως είσαι και συ ομορφοβικη?" (Δε Μπόι)

She's fine

"Haha! I'm fine" she said.
"I'm fine. This is a beautiful fucking-day!" she said. She looked at the sky, her head leaning upwards, her arms Christ-like-open wide, she whirled herself around looking at the bright sun. "This is awesome, guys. This is a wonderful, wonderful day. I mean, the fucking air! I love its smell! It's invigorating! Haha."
She had this big smile,
perfect for a sunny stroll in the park;
maybe a bit too painful in the face-muscles.
Without the pain there is no gain. You HAVE to look normal. You can't always have the face of a person that hates the air they are breathing. No one likes to look at dead staring eyes. Show some emotion, child! There ya go! Good lad! It's such a beautiful fucking day, isn't it?
"Haha, I'm fine" she said,
"HAHAHA" she said,
"HAHAHAHA I'm fiiine" she said some more.
"I'm fine, I'm fine" she whispered, her heart pumping
as they do
-the bloody buggers-
Maybe a little bit too fast.
Maybe a little bit too distressing.
Maybe for too many days.
-the over-working little buggers-
It was an excellent day. And a marvellous walk. She fare-welled her precious friends and took her way home.
Inside the house,
she took this big-ass kitchen knife.
Went to the bathroom, spread her legs
Christ-like wide open,
-on the floor-
and hit it directly inside her vagina, with the help of the weight of a big-ass rock she collected on her way home.
Her diary that day wrote:

               Dear diary,

                                         I'm fine.

You know when that thing happens, that you dream of someone that you don't want to dream of? Well, that did not happen to me at all, this time, but I thought I would write about it, because I can do that. Yes. Imagination BIATCH.

Haha.
I saw you in my dream
 ,you deepshit.
I saw you in my dream
We were dancing through fire 
holding hands made of alabaster and diamonds.
I hissed at you and you clawed my face with your fake, female, gigantic, red-painted, baroque nails
and we laughed ourselves to death
and we laughed ourselves till we shat our pants.
I saw you in my dream
 ,you deepshit,
we  were camping inside a whale's belly and the marshmallows we were holding with sticks in the fire tasted like your tears.
She spit us out, we said good-bye
I got her number, though,
so
,yeah, 
maybe I'll take that gorgeous whale on a movie-date sometime
not thinking about you, though.
I saw you in my dream
 ,you deepshit
I saw you in my dream
we were hopping on purple cock-shaped mushrooms made of felt in a green grassy field,
we were tired so we sat down on the grass and we started  eating our fingers, you said they tasted like my mum's
(vagina) [Oh, predicted the un-predictable, did ya? Oh yes, you are a wizard ,dear.]
I saw you in my dream
You were having my baby
but it was made of excrements, so we realized we were wrong and you weren't really pregnant, you were just taking a really magnanimus dump
so we wouldn't have to ontologically worry ourselves to pieces for having to raise a child in this crumbling economy of an unethical egotistic capitalist hell-hole,
so I stopped paternally holding your clenched arm beside the labour-bed inside the maternity ward of the hospital,
and you stopped sweating for no reason and practising your Lamaze breath exercises
and we were both relieved 
on so many levels.
I saw you in my dream
 ,you deepshit
We were singing in a catholic boys' choir and then you started singing bubbles instead of notes
I looked at you with astonished be-puzzlement
you started crying and confessed you drank my shampoo because you wanted to taste my smell on your breath when you masturbated-your depression-away at nights. This speech was particularly funny, as, part of your intonation was a swarm of on-going bubble-making.
The church’s flock was shocked, though.
So I yelled: "GAY PEOPLE ARE NICE" to their faces and we left through the main red- carpeted corridor dancing like ballerinas to in-audible Tschaikowsky's Nutcracker.
We promised on our mothers' tombs we would go to that church again, next Sunday.
I saw you in my dream
 ,you deepshit,
Would you pleeease oblige me and get the fuck out of my dreams
I want to dream I am waiting in line on a bank to pay my electricity bills
I want to dream I am nerve-wreckingly writing university exams I was never adequately prepared for.
       Can you get the fuck out of my dreams,
                                                 pretty please.