Saturday, March 28, 2009
Menometrorrhagia Dysmenonhea
Edward Elgar
exoficial Hell was a German talking about the back of the Treblinka camp. The extermination of human beings was so efficient that the bodies were stacked in a wall of dozens of meters, days and days. Under the mass of flesh formed a natural vent fluids collected from putrefaction and black and ocher ran to get lost in the fence. Working Jews preferred death to deal with that. An SS man rolls up his shirt and makes a brave ... the shirt is very white. Hell was a young woman covered by a sheet. Age is known by the curve in the portion of cloth that encircles the head, pert. Maybe cry, but I did not hear. So who is holding it away, someone shouts, but not heard, and a dusty stone, irregular body hits the knees. The red spot left by the impact begins to color the sheet as a mold terrified and hinted at in the moist heat or a great pain relief. The sheet is very white, so you can not keep looking. In hell can not keep looking. Changing Channels
again and again. In all falling notes appear on baskets, words beginning with a, Ladies Neckline senile may shout that there is no time, call, the pot is greater than ever. But no one hears. In hell, the pot is greater than ever and can not know how much we talk. I think that this hell is more bearable than a cesspool of teeth or adultery teen open to the bone. But it is mine. And hell is that things are left only see if they are owned, a hell of others does not serve to chasten. I come home and have not seen it live a continuous bonded causes the least discomfort, there is the anguish of not being free one day in life. No question, everything is white, as laughter gross ticket hostesses who teach in hell.
But Elgar's Nimrod ends and the silence continues with music. The half-closed blinds let in on filtering, a new day. Virgin comes a day and no one ... no one knows how hard it has been this time.
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