,(They were standing)
-I can't stop...
-But do you want to stop?
Sometimes i want( at the edge)..the closeness,
-I want more...or less...then "Me f***ing"...*
-You need innocents...
-More i need than "Me... a cold bastard that feels nothing and the only pleasure he gets is from beating.. the female genitals up...and i ...
-I don't cum...never...
-'Cause i am not letting go...
(They were standing on the edge,where the brown,sandy desert is becoming dark jungle green from the glittering rocks)
-Yeah...i got to go,now..
-You got to go?
-I got to swim in the ocean...and never let go...Bye..!
And there went George.Wearing the name that was so often used ,like the poor creatures were. ..A name that he shared with so many -strong,devouring on to the pleasure,killing each other,looking for pray,chopping,sacrificing,lying people like no beast that has ever lived: and every one of them wanted to be like him-adored by women he sleeps with,a man who could go for hours in bed. And all that... But..bitter he went and fed up......He has detached him self from the ability to love ,for protection.. The world has became : a cold place in which he has the power.. Then suddenly he turned around,Looked at the man,with whom he spoke briefly ,who was exactly like him,wearing olive colored sweatshirt..and some pants ...and he said : Is that an illusion or is that other thing an illusion?...Oh i don't believe that this is true...something is smiling...something is smiling behind of it...i can see it...i can feel it. . .!
Oooooooh in the back of the mind of the winner who takes the crown purity,honesty is hovering above... detached from the corrupted place like he was from love...in the matter of fact in that other ,true world,that he scent,that world that was smiling, this one was nothing more than an old ,dirty slipper.
Last edited by Kristijan; 02-18-2016 at 04:19 AM..