Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Safely Clean Autographed Football Helmet

Assassination of a Dream Music

Murder of a dream.

woke up and the first turn to look was the scene of a crime, partly I did. The other part was an offer the same crime. How to reach this verdict? Because I was the judge. Her body, Lucia, still and pale, or so he could see through the white sheet. With a huge heaviness succeeds in and sat against the lavish Lucia legs. Despite the fatigue I felt satisfied, as if overnight I had behaved like an animal. Last night was at our backs and I had dream, a dream to fulfill. For years she was the one who bore the taxes of my thoughts, the rest is spent with others. But tonight was all profit for you. On waking there were you, like a dream that had died at dawn. You murder. I fulfilled my dream. End of Act. I go to the sale and toss the book at the pier. I can finally contemplate majestual which work without the hassle of sighing. No more taxes to pay. Now only invest in the short term. The awake, but not before petting, no, just feel your body for a short while sweetness. By the way I look in her eyes indifferent, without any sign of emotion and say "Get out, you're not my interest. She says - But I have nothing, leave it all for you! And I said "Exactly, you have nothing now, the most precious thing in the morning had died.

January 4, 2011