meat loaf

that big dog felt tough and so he was, but i know he only played that and he was fucked like every pooch from the street. he had nothing into his mouth, and if only anyone just gave him a little mercy, handing him a nice word and touched him, he would be his forever. his little brother, for the big one was everything in the world (he looked like mr. krontorad´s asta, just a bit more dirty and more lank) experienced things differently. he was very sensitive. little inferior, what would have loved curling in a state of panic, but he was not given and that´s not gonna happen - i can tell you at the outset. it was kind of a mix shaggy (mother and an unknown father, too) which nonobody wals him. additionally, he was tiny too much and could not bark. they two slept together in the bushes a short distance from the store where they all shouted at them both and occasionally stretch them after someone threw a rock or a stick. although the sea water was salty but the winter was quite warm, so they didin´t suffer from cold and sometimes even someone threw something to chow. mostly it was just an old hard bread, but both agreed that smoked eel was simply drained out of their life (their never ever ate it ..). neither of them had a name, and i saw them only once, but i named the rouhg one martin grof and the smaller one was simply jepeto, just like in that movie.

one beautifull morning, when the sun was rising and jepeto still asleep, martin grof went on a patrol, because he suspected that the beautiful whiteblack bitch next door was rutting. jepeto was a little kid, but martin grof already know how it works, and he desires. it was a relatively quiet street, which rode up to three cars a day. one of them was driven by baker gigi. the previous day he was drinking all night and he still felt cannonau by sellaimosca on his tongue. actually, he was still totally on rock, but the weekend was coming so he felt better. the radio was playing a real shit, so he decided for u remind me by röyksopp and hunted the cd at the back seat.

the front bumper hit martin grof exactly on the head, so it was quick.

jepeto woke up around seven and walked to safety. martin grof about that doggirl talked almost constantly. he found him under the withered olive. beside him lay a plastic bottle of soda water, rusted penlight and an old t-shirt with the fifa world cup italia 1990. he seemed to be asleep on the shirt, but it was over.

around him came across a smiling and suntanned bunch of boys and girls in shorts with bottles of cannonau by sellaimosca and rey ban sunglasses and jepeto remained alone on the street at the beginning of this beautifull summer. he was hungry and he was sad...

 

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westcoast traffic jam

 

chupa was smoking at the entrance door and watched those slickers the same way as they look at him. insignificant insect, what bothers all of their presence ... in addition, he was black and in this white town was in character even more trash in. chupa knew it, but pissed off about it. he was just making his job and the boss can count on him. he was abuse on his boss was more mentally ... big josh liked him in the corner of his soul and sometimes he had shown him a human face by the fact that he smiled at him or shook his hand when he was drunk staggering home from the bar, but mostly he just humiliated and scoled chupa ... could be for him even though and he would do the first, the last ... chupa took him like his dad, which he has never seen ... when had the big josh a hangover in the morning and remorse from all over his basically terrific life he everytime said himself, that will be nice to chupa ... but it never happened, because once he sobered and met chupa again, both sweeps outside a bar or carry crates of booze into the store, so he simply revild of nature or was simply a very nasty ...

this weekend, again, seemes to be a great ride ... friday, after people have had payouts and all the bars on the coast bursting at the seams at five in the afternoon already. the sun was beating ... how crazy and chupa was sweating at the entrance ... "how are you, nigger?" or "open master sooty" and similar bullshits ... chupa didn´t care and looking forward on tomorrow, take some rest and finally find the courage to invite that beautiful little black girl next door for a date ... thinking about her every day. ogling her when she was serving people and handing out smiles on all sides ... she was really nice ... between us, she would never ever care about chupa. she waited for those white dust assholes, but they just pissed off at her again ... just a typical unfulfilled relation carousel of life. around eleven o'clock when everyone war eally completely drunk and mood was on the top, somewhere opted-in a taxi big josh. he had been drinking all day and had just a little bit of dejection - chupa handed out and do it immediately lifted the mood - after all, life is good ... at the bar gave double shot and thinking about life. the deal was going well. he already made up with his exwife, but the kids are young forever ... the boy will go to the university and his daughter moved to the west coast a long time ago ... everything would have changed, but knows that it will not have the power. he broke with jennie two weeks ago .. expected that she returned to him, but she wrote him that she'd want to see him again. he took another double shot and wondering he can talk to or who would not normally speak, but nobody was close. sad ...suddenly he noticed chupa carries two packs of sauvignon black fiddlehead vintage, already reddened and prepare how it goes down to two times what he was doing and he knows that a ban on climbing through the bar. chupa just simply wanted to help the girls ... he realized the moment he passed. josh gave him a surprisingly a little smile and beckoned him to come out. chupa waited shower of curses, but big josh told him, let him now going to take off and go together through out the city. he took two bottles of wine, called the cab and they both sat at the back. chupa watched as scalded and still waiting to see what will be. josh questioned him on a various things, but somehow the whole situation was rubbing (like this story) ...but the fresh air, good music isaac delusion early morning and the first bottle made the right mood. . chupa talked about how he was born one night on a dirty beach in mozambique and how childbirth pain in his mothers hand all the potential that lay in the sand, and how one of those things that had remained in his hand was a plastic container lollipops from the chupa chups what has red and sweet chewing gum inside ... therefore called chupa. and also about how he moved through the whole africa to get into the big world and also about the little black girl from the next door ... josh was touched. he planned how to get those two together ...they went for a china fast food at midnight and then threw chupa at home. he shook out his hand. josh felt pretty good and it was not so late, so he said he still winks at the bar. he left to throw out at the beginning of the street close to his bar and he bought chupa chups lollipop for fun...

he woke up next to a little black girl from the next door, expanded lollipop lying on the bedside table ..

 

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upload the silent night

 

it was one of those warmer evenings in august. crickets were chirping outside and around my terrace flew two ducks. it was quite strange in the middle of this great big city. it seemed to me that it was mrs. duck with mr. duck, but i was not sure ...later i sat in the bath, listening to the silence in the house and read that crazy japanese. i thought of a friend of mine pete as one morning he said to me about the fact that for three years he have not slept with his wife .. „do you find that it´s normal“ asked me? somehow i did not comment this reality and prefers to talk about a very nice lady from downtown to which i used to go fuck once a week.

one evening i was just slightly drunk from a red wine (bankside by hardys) and felt very lonely. i glanced at the internet ads, where you can find a company ... never ever in my life i thought i should do anything like that, because i´d felt like a total looser, but at the moment i do not have solve it so i chose the one that looked at the vintage photo (pretty fine picture, where you can just see the cunt from behind,you know it) and it was quite close to my apartment. even i could walk there through such a beautiful park, which smelled by forest and blackbirds were singing. i called the number from the ad and there was a lady of quite ordinary, a little annoyed voice. i told her who i am and what i want ... she said that has nothing to do tonight (probably has no client) ... i have had a few more cups of wine, watching at the sunset and listening to woozy by faithless. i smoked out my cigarette and took a shower ... shaved, brushed my teeth, i put on a nice blue blazer and white shorts. i felt like i was going on a date. it was a little crazy on my part, i took a bottle of wine and i even wondered if i even bring the flower. the address was in a solid part of a town. i rang down and the buzzer sounded without anyone voice deigned to ask who's there ... it was on the second floor, so i ran up the stairs and knocked. the door opened just what allowed the chain and the cat scanned me through the cranny for a while ... it lasted only a moment and i felt she wondered what the fuck i am doing there .. after a while she asked if i called and i said that, yeah ... she let me in ... the apartment was quite baldly furnished - entrance hall, kitchen with breakfast bar, bedroom anda shower. she said her name is lili and she said to make some comfort on the sofa ... „money in advance“!, so i gave them to her and asked her if she has anyone else today ... supposedly, probably not .. lili was smaller, with a black wig coiffed like uma thurman from the pulp fiction movie, short black dress with straps (any bra), pump shoes and she smoked ... i noticed she has a cigarette between his middle and ring fingers and pulling like wild. i asked if i could light up my cigarette and asked her about two glasses, that i brought the wine but she refused to drink at work ... it made me laugh and i asked her that it makes me happy when we toasts. it seemed that she does not care. so we tapped and i poured the wine and she released music, but it was a terrible shit, so i asked her if she has something better. she said that the cds are behind the bar and muttered that if, if i came to fuck or listen to the music. i was a little fucked up by my current life and offered her five thousand, when she will spend all night just with me. she did not say a damn thing, so i thought it remembered that she guess. the five grand, not ground me too, even though i was not in a package. the music selection was not worth much, but still i had found some solid pieces that can lasts for a few hours .. i sat down across from her and asked her if she would not tell me her real name and if we could talk quite normal that i have all the lies and hypocrisy enough around me. surprisingly took off her wig (she had under her light brown hair), said she is laura and began to talk about herself, about how she came into this damned city from the village, which had a childhood and adolescence and i had carefully listened, refilled the glasses and observed how is she opening. i changed the cd for cds and pulled a bottle after bottle. she was a pretty nice little girl with crazy life… but who of us does not have something...? when we were already totally salting at two o´clock in the morning, she fell asleep on my shoulder ... i was glad it worked out this way. i left her at the bar five thousands and my phone number…

in the morning i had a hangover like a fool, but luckily it was friday and my boss was not at work, so i survived the crisis and after the lunch (chips with the red beans and salad) went away. when i was at the cashdesk and i paid for purchase, my handy purred with a message, if i do not have anything to do in the evening, if i don´t show up that "lily" owe me anything... the whole day was nicer...

pete wanted a number, so i gave it to him. i think she will help him... i took a shower and wank my dick... i thought at my exwife. we were happy ...

 

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