Species jojo Horatius with canine teeth 6,3 cm (dominating feature) so tragic

because death is so close by I'm turning left
 seize to exist for a moment , feeling uneasy, little bit, 
like ever, nose bleeding
 ungodlike, ears bleeding I
 looking for a tissue, sleeve, back of my hand, index finger, spit
 It won't find me nor I
 not even smell of me nor my path
(I just asked are you disappointed at something since you seem 
to discard everything to move on without hesitation)
notes: About heavy metal and other parts of me, it is about dying and 
feeling very much
 feeling much, much like an animal looking at people filled with 
emotions like fright
 feeling the energy of young men and adoring it. They are not ashamed of 
anything nor turning anywhere
 feeling straight through anything

Different rules for the different. Born to be a whore, then I must be one.

-How are you in bed?

-How am I? Meaning how do I perform? emh. Depends.

-on Your partner?

-Of course. And how well we know each other. And is it a performance or not. There are many little details.

-Such as?

– Well, how much I’m being paid the hornier I get.

Can you guess what was in the bag? I bought it for a certain need and funnily it cost 7 euros (the Bag)(The notorious). For the right answer.

It is an educational explosion. Think about it. hmmm.

Bus standing at the bus stop where the sign is down. Someone standing has stepped inside. There is a blinking orange light blinking.

At Colombo lake fishing by Mmoonlight. You really got me, I thought, funny beige jeep standing at the bank. Poor you Shingalese girl, what did you?

Held my breath. Kept my calm. Waited. Standing in the boat of mine, small, it could maintain my weight,  I felt heavy. Heavier than ever. Could not move my arms to row. Holding an oar to hold me like my spine. I do not worry. I trust my boat. I trust the oar, I trust my hand.