cold water dripping on my half-deaf, sweaty hands. I went over my face, on my neck and my warm, naked body.
"It sucks so hot here in it, "I muttered to her. She smiled, put the tablet on the edge of the bath, she stomped and pulled the small crumbs through the nose. I grimaced, wondering how many grams they now have in their graceful, had slowly thrown into the vastness of the bubble disappearing body. The feeling was uncomfortable, lumpy, slightly burning in the nose, dry throat.
"I have a few more," she said, gave me two or three pills in the hand, which I washed down with a brew in the dark brown bottle in my shaky hands.
"It's so hot," I said again and leaned against the cool edge of the bath, "So shit hot."
The lion sat with folded arms and red eyes on the toilet seat, watching us with the same deep impatience of the insatiable hunter in him. "Power's fun?"
A cackle of the Queen, a limp shrug from me. "Do I take this disapproving tone in your voice somewhat to heart, dear," asked the black-haired, twisted her lips into a wicked smile, her dark eyelashes behind a dense storm. A rough
"You have something like a heart?" Followed by a soft meowing.
"I have a lot of heart."
"You are not as popular as you think."
"And you're not averse to me how you do the time."
flashes, sparks, fireworks took my view, clouded my already numb sense , stole my breath to breathe in the tiny bathroom.
"What about the Great? The slipped with the tattoo? "The lion on the toilet lid up and down. "Thought you'd be so oh-so-love." A picture of the fox appeared before my mind's eye and then immediately fell apart into its individual parts.
The Queen laughed again. Loud. Exaggerated. "Dear, you overestimate the importance that word so much. "She took off her high black shoes, threw them on the floor, freeing herself from her tights, then let her bare feet dangling over the edge of the tub. "Do you really believe that there exists such a thing as love or affection? This is because everything on addiction, obsession, desire, lust. Looking for warmth. Obsession for confirmation. Need for attention. Desire for sex. "
" Is black white in your world everything? "I asked and the two looked at me as if they had not realized until now that I have in the room was that I was not with my soul up like a bird rose into the air was.
She smiled and stretched out her hand to my face and reached instead for the bottle in my hand. 'Not everything,' she replied, 'but even at this issue. Selflessness does not exist any more than selfless love. You love to be loved in return. You love to get something that you did not. You love in need of something that you lack yourself. "
I saw the lion, the queen looked at an intensity that I was almost giddy.
"You have not answered my question," he said then.
"Does it matter?"
Missing you because anything in life? "
" You should rather ask what your friend is missing and what they find in you can not if it is still something of my puppet. "The Queen looked at me. "Forgive me, sweetheart, you're obviously just a puppet of your uncontrollable emotions."
The lion got up and sat down next to me in the empty tub and grabbed the half-empty bottle, which the Queen gave him. "The truth is hard, what?" She said, accompanied by a sardonic grin.
"This was nothing new," he said, shrugging.
"Welcome on the fence." My voice was much softer than intended. You heard me, and both stared with pensive eyes to something that I could not see.
"It sucks so hot here in it, "I muttered to her. She smiled, put the tablet on the edge of the bath, she stomped and pulled the small crumbs through the nose. I grimaced, wondering how many grams they now have in their graceful, had slowly thrown into the vastness of the bubble disappearing body. The feeling was uncomfortable, lumpy, slightly burning in the nose, dry throat.
"I have a few more," she said, gave me two or three pills in the hand, which I washed down with a brew in the dark brown bottle in my shaky hands.
"It's so hot," I said again and leaned against the cool edge of the bath, "So shit hot."
The lion sat with folded arms and red eyes on the toilet seat, watching us with the same deep impatience of the insatiable hunter in him. "Power's fun?"
A cackle of the Queen, a limp shrug from me. "Do I take this disapproving tone in your voice somewhat to heart, dear," asked the black-haired, twisted her lips into a wicked smile, her dark eyelashes behind a dense storm. A rough
"You have something like a heart?" Followed by a soft meowing.
"I have a lot of heart."
"You are not as popular as you think."
"And you're not averse to me how you do the time."
flashes, sparks, fireworks took my view, clouded my already numb sense , stole my breath to breathe in the tiny bathroom.
"What about the Great? The slipped with the tattoo? "The lion on the toilet lid up and down. "Thought you'd be so oh-so-love." A picture of the fox appeared before my mind's eye and then immediately fell apart into its individual parts.
The Queen laughed again. Loud. Exaggerated. "Dear, you overestimate the importance that word so much. "She took off her high black shoes, threw them on the floor, freeing herself from her tights, then let her bare feet dangling over the edge of the tub. "Do you really believe that there exists such a thing as love or affection? This is because everything on addiction, obsession, desire, lust. Looking for warmth. Obsession for confirmation. Need for attention. Desire for sex. "
" Is black white in your world everything? "I asked and the two looked at me as if they had not realized until now that I have in the room was that I was not with my soul up like a bird rose into the air was.
She smiled and stretched out her hand to my face and reached instead for the bottle in my hand. 'Not everything,' she replied, 'but even at this issue. Selflessness does not exist any more than selfless love. You love to be loved in return. You love to get something that you did not. You love in need of something that you lack yourself. "
I saw the lion, the queen looked at an intensity that I was almost giddy.
"You have not answered my question," he said then.
"Does it matter?"
Missing you because anything in life? "
" You should rather ask what your friend is missing and what they find in you can not if it is still something of my puppet. "The Queen looked at me. "Forgive me, sweetheart, you're obviously just a puppet of your uncontrollable emotions."
The lion got up and sat down next to me in the empty tub and grabbed the half-empty bottle, which the Queen gave him. "The truth is hard, what?" She said, accompanied by a sardonic grin.
"This was nothing new," he said, shrugging.
"Welcome on the fence." My voice was much softer than intended. You heard me, and both stared with pensive eyes to something that I could not see.
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