Book: Invisible. Page 2

Suppose that you are taking part in the game show and win. As a prize you propose to select or a set of furniture for the living room of the five items of the company "Broyhill" worth three thousand dollars, or ten-day journey through the beautiful places of Europe. Most people would prefer the furniture trip. Just as a reward for your efforts man wants to have something that you can show to others. Remember the pharaohs with their pyramids. That is why, even if winning is already such a set of furniture, which offer as a prize, he would still choose him, not the journey.
I want that we with you were the sort of people who would choose a trip to Europe.

Brandy Alexander, a beautiful girl without complexes and prejudices, the real Queen, lying on the floor, and out of a hole in her amazing jacket bleeding. The jacket from the suit, the fake Bob Mackie. Brandy bought in Seattle. Skirt pulls her ass so that she resembles a shape of a heart that wants to touch it. If I tell you how much this suit, you wouldn't believe. The price is mind-blowing! Jacket has peplum, wide lapels and shoulder pads. Single-breasted and both shelves are exactly the same. Although now one of them ugly hole, and from it bleeding.

Lie - not the best Foundation on which to build a new future.

Save me a seat by the window when you get to hell!

Crown spruce form the spruce canopy. Squirrels and other mammals all day are busy looking for whom to mate. Or give birth to cubs. Or devour them.

Behind me thousands of miles. I whom only was not. And the story remains the same. Why do I feel like a jerk if laughing, being alone in the room. But the lament usually ends with laughter. How is it that you constantly evolve but continue to be the same deadly virus?

You'll never be beautiful until you feel beautiful.

You know, Manus asks, raking a hand out of the trunk a handful of napkin rings, what I mean when I say that parents are God? You, of course, hold them in love and want to know what they are always there, but almost never see them, if they want nothing from you.

Matter how carefully you read this book, you never leave feeling that you missed something. A strange feeling of misunderstanding, a slight tickle under the skin. Something like worry, when you realize that slipped past something important, by what should pay much more attention. You need to get used to it. One day you'll look back on those days and your soul will be filled with such emotions.

- Would you please pass the butter, mom asks me and turns to my father. - Do you know what "felching"?
(...)
- Felching, I say in a low voice, - felching is when a man Fucks you in the ass without wearing a rubber, cums and sucks your anus own warm cum. Along with all that it involves lubrication and feces. That's what "felching" is. It can be supplemented with a passionate kiss in the mouth, during which your partner gives you everything just sucked.
Silence.
(...)
Father clears his throat.
- I think, "he says," the word "felching" mother meant something completely different.
Felching is cut into thin slices of Turkey.
Silence.
I exclaim:
- Oh!
I say:
- I'm sorry.
We eat.

Most often it is much easier not to tell anyone that you have a problem.

When you watch the crowd, emotions strained to the limit. It all ends with a fit of laughter or tears of something average does not happen. The poor tigers in the zoo! They are constantly looking at it. Their whole life is a big Opera!

All your life you are trying to become God and then you die.

I'm so tired to be me. A beautiful. It is an ugly. A blonde, a brunette. Thousands of fucking stylish outfit that still leave me in the captivity itself. Who I was before the accident - now just a history. All hitherto and hitherto, until now, was just a story that I've been carrying around. I think this applies to any in our world. I need nothing else as a new story about who I am. What I need is to screw up so much that it was impossible to escape.