Accidently Swallowed Listerine?

You belong to him

Flesh opens as it closes when the caress the fabric.

A fascinating material that muscle and it is very hard and is invincible. Even for the most frail among us ... There is strength and it is firmness, shapes the aesthetic. And it transcends. The omnipotence of a god maybe we should have been transmitted when the clay was born muscle.

What is this sin that our foundations are prohibited? He would like to excise from, sometimes. Not the muscle, not the flesh, not the heart, but everything that makes feeding them. Net stop the waves of glowing and warm water, these mysterious blasts of life. That's what he had vowed never again, yet he thinks, thinks about all the nights when he takes off to sleep. At the same time as the rest of his life thin ...

The tears no longer come - too paid for his winter morning. And bruised his flesh still bears the marks of severe crusades delivered in ambush. A neck torn lime burning, respiration is gasping. He considers according to the vibrations of quartz cold knife. Like a guardian mountain whose reserves have dried wood, swept away by any wind Nordic unwanted. Report not made in the paradox of his world.

Compromises no longer exist. The men seem determined to take everything or leave everything. The will is one hot second, but consumes the third. His body had suffered many battles, avoided so many struggles ... That it was granting his confidence. When he did not know. When he did not suspect anything. The real conquerors, those who bully and treacherously murdered without regret no, still covet more than they already have, are far beyond what they offer. He lost, it was disembodied.

The rejection itself is that the treacherous blade slay taught him tenderness. We hit the cattle with a hot iron before shipping it to its final moments. That is what he lived, so he still lives today, tomorrow will live again. By puncturing the veil of her body, she was touched in his heart, wounded on his balance. The man was amazed by nature, without voice, he was hungry and wild in his madness stole the life of a dove, and Noah, where are the chaste past creatures you have saved? Not me ...

Journal , Sebastian Asran Zala Charles