Book: S. N. U. F. F.

There are classes of saving in a moment of mental adversity. A confused mind knows that and in what sequence to do and takes time to rest. These are, for example, the unfolding of solitaire, beard with moustache and meditative Tibetan embroidery. Here I refer, and the now almost forgotten art of writing books.

The problem, however, is that the selfish actions of just one sexual minorities pose a problem for lots of people.

Looking for Chanson said - who heard ***ical music twice already ***AC. These are called "semantically in the air". Because the men of old themselves pierced ear membranes nails and spoke to each other in sign language...

S. N. A. F. F. - it is life itself, where in the numerator the love and the denominator of death. This fraction is equal to both zero and infinity - as it seeks Manitou.

- Is this your daughter?
Damilola puckered like Grim said faux pas. Kai, on the contrary, laughed, showing sharp pearly teeth.
He's my parent carbohydrate.
Is your who? - asked Grim.
- She was joking - said the embarrassed Damilola. - There is such zeravshanica idiom - "sugar daddy" sugar daddy. An elderly man, which contains a young girl and makes her all sorts of gifts.
- And you tell me no gifts do not, ' said Kai. - So you're not a sugar daddy, and that's exactly what carbohydrates parent. Or even saccharin guardian, was a sugar substitute.
- And why the guardian? asked Damilola.
- From the verb "bake".

She was a bit pale. And very, very beautiful.
So beautiful that this beauty can be bred in hundreds of female faces, and would be enough for everyone.

Beautiful tormented heart, is not yet available. I look at her and think - to merge with her in love is the highest happiness. Go for this bargain with fate and conscience, and now it's yours. Rejoice, the Orc... But the pleasure is by nature fleeting. The first day you can experience it four times. On the second - three. The third - once or twice. But on the fourth do not want to do, and get bored for a week.
And where is her beauty? She now beauty is just for the neighbors. And to talk to her about anything, because immensely stupid. I don't think a few days will want her as before. No time - barriers, now there, and the temptation is no time to blossom. For you now it's just a young animal that feeds and sleeps like all brutes.
But he lives with you! Every day eats and poops and messes everywhere, and for a moment about it, it was impossible to forget, wherever you look.
And to lose - cry.

Of course, I knew that the only aim of her efforts was to cause me pangs of jealousy. To be offended at her it was as stupid as a kettle or a rice cooker. But it is so subtly probed his white teeth in my heart that every time I completely forgot about it.

The old wisdom was bleak. Like made way for ages, and Grim saw in the past confused soul, and have not found the answer to a single question of his guard-beast. And how many went through the land of such souls? Many of you probably have time to throw in the forever beautiful lines, full of despair and hope - and eternity is indifferently swallowed their gift, and its smooth surface does not have even a ripple...

One hundred and eight. About music.
Those who have lived among the ***as say that they are secretly ashamed of their own sin and try to hit all sorts of tricks. Think to yourself: "Yes, I ***ACE. It just so happened - what to do now... But maybe I'm a genius ***ACE! If I write amazing music! Do you dare to speak ill of the genius musician..." And so all the time, trying to come up with new music, to not be ashamed and continue to charity each other in the hollow. And if done quietly, in a special padded tube place, that everything would be just as irrelevant as the fact that hews to the asshole. But their music you have to listen to every day, for taking her everywhere. And because we do not hear nor wind, nor sea, nor rustle of leaf, nor singing of birds. But just the same empty dead and the sound that you want to surprise, launching it into the sky at different angles.
Sometimes, though, that ***aces broken music system. At such moments, you rush to listen to the silence.

Fifty-six. About flies.
How can condemn flies that e... ll? However, when on my head, angry. Similarly, the ***aces. When in quiet solitude doing something that are their souls, who will mind? But they arrange torchlight processions and chained themselves to the lamps on the promenade blowing horns, beating drums and shouting to let everyone know about their character - that de lupetta point and hews in the ass. Verily, they are worse than flies, because flies only occasionally sin on my head, ***aces same from day to day trying to copulate in its very center. Flies unwittingly, ***aces also coolly and deliberately.
And after that comprehend that stared they want not each other, and all, and forcibly, and mutual of sodomy for them only a pretext and a reason.

That's it. Hence, all these legends of the irrationality of women's hearts - which, I'm sorry Manitou, nonsense. There is nothing rational female heart, it is simply the rationality of the highest order - because the woman here appears not as a fool of the party, and as the impersonal aspect of nature and eternity. This sozialpolitische mechanism also lends itself to a software simulation without any problems, as based on it is to calculate the parameters - that is, I think, understandably so.

The beauty of women from a scientific point of view is not that other, as the summary information about the genome and reproductive abilities, which are analyzed by the brain in a split second: a man realizes he likes the woman or not, after the first glance. And if she likes this feeling reaches an extreme intensity immediately, because in five minutes the man can kill animals and nature doesn't want to risk it.
But we don't live in a cave, and in the society. So absolutely right were the religious moralists, forcing women to cover special cloth not only a teat, but hipnotismo. Because the main sexual organ of woman - is, of course, the face. No wonder it is sensitive to the quiet voice of nature orcs as it is called: "the fuck up". All this, of course, self-evident, I will not even refer to the existence of such a paradigmatic genre temple porn, how facial. Not to mention cosmetics.

The woman is a magical flower, when you look at that you should happen the insanity, strong enough to move you to the hardships of childbirth. Wanted Manitou.