Alone or accompanied

Collected in my obolus cup, the wet hair on your pussy It's a magical, insecure moment when I suddenly feel responsible and civil. It's a magical, insecure moment when I suddenly feel responsible and civil. I love my great life this way. I bite into your anus with my teeth. I nibble and suck at the bargain your contracted orifice offers me. I take a moment of my life from it; one more trace in my memory, next to the enchanted door. After all these years - when I see you again - without a "hello" - without a "how are you" - I will go first directly into your panties. I've always hated half-timbered houses; a big settler going up my Norman father's ass. So, how do happy people get around? Ah, if only we'd talked to each other under the shelter of our old, shabby overcoat... The worst alienation is to have parents who love you. Their love is a syrupy poison that sticks to your wings and makes you obey them. A slimy, loving spit, well applied to both cheeks. Can we save ourselves from the love that prevents us from living? I understand that one gets drunk on chimeras. But let's do it alone, between ourselves, in our own corner. And don't piss other people off with your rotten dreams. Hey Walt, why don't you stop handing out your bullshit? You're out of the game, Dad. So because I tell you words, you think I'm telling you the truth. The feeling of work - The "toil" indicator - The focus on one's freedom; do you still think that this is a guarantee of quality? What can I do? - Gaston Defferre - What don't I want to do? Everything is good in the colon. All's well that ends... Phew!... one day soon.