Cyril Kinnaras. Eternal, we (№ 297131)

Orgasm! I love our roars and cries, perfectly distorted faces, convulsions, shock, with all the dope already, not looking where. Not seeing the man as his and not fall in love for real. But here that is not even a similarity and not evolutionary convergence, and it is literally the same mechanisms in the brain, the facial expressions, the body that terrible pain, in the tortures. Just another sign, polarity. And nothing can be smooth and Refine, in any way, and don't need, that's fine, I will not give it. I want to scream and cry, and make them. And because there is no alternative: I'm sorry-move, but we slowly and is difficult to mold the perception of this. Not to abandon burneti and tears, here's another, just to forget that as rapidly it happens and when it hurts. To forget what hurts. Yes, fiction, but it's the only way, I'm sure, and the best. As the smile evolved from the menacing grin and the grin disappeared.