Mmmmm ... dear captain captain ... ... are a little scared and it seems to me ...? You afraid of things that happen when you dare to do? Hehehe ... Captain ... life has the tendency to the precipice. As if you did not have enough of that. I'm used to but ... you? What's wrong with that? Queres bite and blood to fill it? You have the desire to break just for vice? Enchastres Queres shit and dirt?
Mmmmm ... Captain ... so no ... so things will become blurred and mixed. Cada uno en su tarea… yo me oculto de las masas y me pierdo en la neblina de los bosques por las noches y no pregunto. No salgo con historias raras, no corto el clima con interrupciones impertinentes. No capitán…yo me valgo de mí para vivir, y de nada más. Valdría mas inmolarme que soportar la predica estupida que vos soportas de los bravucones que saben como es la cosa, de los insoportables sabiondos que se lucen con su discurso, de la descarada practica de los consejos.
No… capitán…yo me junto a la manada por placer o no me junto. Yo muerdo y las victimas gritan, sin saber si les duele o les gusta…
Yo soy el lobo que todos pueden tener enfrente y todos pueden ser victimas del lobo.
A acomodarse…a dusting hot nights and sadness. Where I come from people flee ... I do not understand ... as if they do not happen ...
As if they were all singing to life, the sweetness of the angels, the love of God for the fawns. Imbeciles!!
No. God looks from afar and throw storms and snow storms across the face to us all I do not bother. I enjoy them, I use them to search the greasy smell wind optimists liability, the eternally cheerful, ridiculous standards of health and good humor.
And they hide ... hide ... all morons ... as if you did not happen, as if love's invaded every 20 minutes. They hide. They do not want see what is happening inside you and would rather laugh than to feel the throaty growl that will put them to fight.
Come! Fight ... shit cowards! See blood and faint. And the blood is blood. Always the same. Innocent or guilty, once on the floor is just the pasty red stains everything, not identities.
But if the consoles, if left alone, if you cover your mouth you ... ... and you master your culpitas free party favors. Here there are called innocent. Here
called to fight for the blood that is in and winning it is to stay alive. And if you lose ... sorry, wins the wolf, you take your blood and you dry.
And if you come across Wolf, to fight for their own blood ... "is clear you Captain," ... long ago is no longer innocent.
Photo: Lady Camilla as captain for Friday's Girls
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