Character: Masha. Page 4

I beg you, dad... Well, what in our time is love? Passion, relationship, but love... I do Not believe. Once a person dies, he is immediately find a replacement in the face of the Busty blonde with the exotic name...

And if you think that twelve words can't bring happiness to the person you are deeply mistaken... I even feel sorry for you.

You know, if the man wears underwear well-known brand, that says a lot. At least I said it that he appreciates. And the likes. And that he has money. Expensive cars is another. This kind of kitsch - auto see all you buy cars more often for others than for himself, or rather, to those others have formed about you a definite opinion.... But designer underwear... It's a delicacy, clean water.

When there was no tomorrow and yesterday, when it was just for today and live it had on the string, at maximum, on the edge of the breath...

Kind of like talking about the weather, but it was quite another, a silent conversation at the highest level, at the level of thought...

Yes, I'm a big girl, I have long parted with pink glasses, rather, life itself knocked them off my face, by accident, when once again she gave me the slap, the slap, apparently, was stronger than usual.

Have been to my men, not like a first date, like my knees zatselovali to the obscene, and the compliments it is possible to publish a three-volume gift... But I was thrilled. Treacherously melted, sinking your toes into the soles of his own shoes...

Moscow at night like a prostitute, she sells, and sells profitable and not cheap...

Went out the door I opened, I as the plane landed in the front seat and forgot to effectively remove the chassis one after the other, let him see the gold reserve of the Motherland...

And he would have rushed into my apartment with his shirt open, fortunately we are neighbours, and have endured my hands, since I don't eat after six and my carcass for the last time visibly was astonished...

Crazy they our Natasha - it is understandable, what woman in bed with you in the best brothel service, but still neither light nor dawn would leap for a minute but will feed in the best Turkish restaurant ihom? So they showered our stupid Natasha its cheap Turkish gold, Yes, release them once a year at home - in front of friends to boast - "See, girls, how my life has come full circle!" Still gold teeth and put forward to the scrap, along with the body...

Acceptable relationship - he gave love a Russian girl, he drove off the next day and once in five years sends her postcards with hearts e-mails. Very nice. I would even say - high.

He laughs. I imagine his dimples, I feel dizzy and I want him to see me like this - a bit disheveled, endearing, confused, child in something...

Free artist - the artist is useless. Because those who voted in the case, free itself, is not known. And it is easy to hide behind a favorite phrase of all losers: "I am in a creative search". So I'm the stupid work, stupid paint, stupid hide what I paint, because I know that paint is stupid.