’it is really a shout down from a sky scraper, but they will call it perpetually a ‘shout out’ I was in disco tech NeverLand having a nice time actually – when suddenly I heard sound cars crashing outside.. I ran out fast as hell, driven by compassion as I saw my sex slave from last night falling out of the drivers seat with some blood on the right hair line..
I ran forth and managed to catch her in my arms before she fainted.. turned out she had been thinking about – and just could not get the thought out of her head.. sweet head about nnnnnnneverland..
.. and that I was there..
As she flashed open her eyes and saw me worried about her.. tilted as I was forward to see if she was alright..
She at once felt better..
I began liking off the dirt and wound .. from her pretty face – as she suddenly uttered as of out of nowhere, her eyes flashing up into space – that was now in Al Fajr mood – the ciel of the heaven.. so that the light was pressing forth blue out of the dark.. I suddenly thought ‘is this the dominion of psychopathy’ and could not answer her.. since there were a crowd of fucking guys having gathered around – not because they cared an iota about that she was hurt (as long as she was in my arms at least) having large yellow cymbals which was supposed to awake my attention – crashing through the street sounds.. of women cunt moving – wet and sexy for me – I could not help to notice (they must see me as a hero – I thought – since I am tilted over the woman victim bleeding from her right hair line..)
The sreaming sounds suddenly grew larger – in intensity – so I stopped licking her face and blood and instead by some effort (yhea – the recent – very recent – trauma of being hurt made her probably think she had already gotten into a wheelchair.. ‘aldrig har en stol så grymt dragits undan ett sitt berett säte’ I thought of Guildensterns lines to Rosencrantz ’du avbildades i bladet, som en svart katt med en rosa rosett kring halsen, med kommentaren..’ Getting her into the passengers seat – I could not hesitate.. even though I had no drivers licence – and had never been driving a car.. there was no believing man around – and thus to the sound of these braying donkeys (I thought then) I was just about to start the car – wondering how you do it – since I had never been driving a car before in my life, and did not actually even have a drivers licence..
Just then, a girl suddenly rushed forth from the left front of the car – that had gotten a buckle in the confrontation with the car she had crashed into.. which typically enough already had ghosted.. ‘these fucking ghostbusters !!!’ I screamed – but that was just for effect.. ‘my scream was the good.. that cymbal bad..’ all In had time to think – before the girl was at my window ‘yhea’ her first utterance, she srRReamed ‘what then hell are they doing???’ ‘jump in..’ I said – and got out of the drivers seat – throwing my self into the back seat – in a tilted mode – and sleeping – like…
We roared out of there – and left those mother fucking guys to their own sick (sic) business..Coming home – we had an orgie – she me and her – they both felt better .. ‘Al Hamdu lil allahi..’ I sighed.. ‘all in a nights work..’ I thought as I woke up.. the milky light – the feeling of the room, ‘God is in His Heaven – the snail is on the thorn – all is right with the world – I announced – they giggled – ‘mina fnitter fittor’ I said ‘appråpå ingenting’ suddenly using my native language – it always had an effect – ‘they understand and later they understand that they understand.. and so of course we kept on all day making it – until evening fell – then we ate some dinner – her wound had almost healed and anyway she had forgotten about it.. except when she put her hand to her forehead.. then it still hurted a little .. it was a happy day the snail was on the thorn God was in His heaven all was right with the world..
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