But do not ask me peace
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Denise Milani Skins .be
dirty deeds IV
left the moth-eaten coat over the back of his chair and sat down, reached for the bottle collecting started waiting on the table, sipped and swallowed hard, the light from the lamp filtered through the blind, reached into his pocket with his free hand and pulled the still blood-stained knife, held it up to his nose and he tasted copper in the saliva. I leave the knife on the table and lit the rickety TV, tuned to the news channel and waited.
Last Time: The murderer of dreams has become to act, the police still clueless and unaware of the reasons ...
cried, took another swig from the bottle and vomited before becoming
left the moth-eaten coat over the back of his chair and sat down, reached for the bottle collecting started waiting on the table, sipped and swallowed hard, the light from the lamp filtered through the blind, reached into his pocket with his free hand and pulled the still blood-stained knife, held it up to his nose and he tasted copper in the saliva. I leave the knife on the table and lit the rickety TV, tuned to the news channel and waited.
Last Time: The murderer of dreams has become to act, the police still clueless and unaware of the reasons ...
cried, took another swig from the bottle and vomited before becoming
stayed 
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