Draw

- Do you want me to tell you a story? Sweet, kind and beautiful, - in a broad reflection of the knife blade flashed through the rising sun .- With a happy ending. You may even blink in response, if you're interested! - Rough fingers gently touched the soft skin on the white thigh .- It's like a fairy tale. In childhood fairy tales read? And what? - Tip of the blade skipped by the cut skin crawl belly, gently passing the buckle .- I know many stories, so much that many have forgotten! Hell, nobody in the world probably does not know so much! - Fingers touched the soft skin navel .- However, there is a flea bite. I do not even know how to express ... God, my vocabulary, much of it was in the passive! Gee, someone well-tried, plunging me ... Hmm - the tip of a knife stood in the middle of the solar plexus, his fingers touched the smooth-shaven pubis .- Some people are almost impossible to use, they are almost nothing to get. So - fingers touched the skin below the knife - no one is listening. They are for anyone not of interest. And even more so no one will dig into them, because quite a first impression - the knife down to the pubis .- And we know that if a man sees what he wants to see. And he knows what he imposed on others. So - fingers skipped on his left leg, from waist to your fingertips - I want to say ... No, not again. My shirt, by the way, no ripples in your eyes? And I liked it. Long before your open mouth of knocking some meaningless sounds. You know what I saw recently where a couple of days ago? - The tip of the knife quickly walked through the buckle on his belt and stood up to the hollows between the breasts .- Most sweet dreams - a place in detail. When you ... Hmmm. All goes to that end. And, whatever you think, no matter how bees in your thought Roe, but not a man needs society, but rather a society needs people. Because like it or not, and no man will have nothing, no people, no crowds, no company - nothing! Everything you do, your whole nature and essence, your actions, words, even your thoughts - it's what you need them. That they want to, not you. You just realize that it should be. Who? Why? Never thought about? - Knife gently ran his left breast, then the right .- And it is true, why do it, if it is so good: you give socium what he needs, and in return you get a chance to think that the way it should. But this system is not limited to: after you brutally fucked, you go and look for who can fuck you. And find it. All are, because people are not all of its number of applications in bees and ants. And you find you do what you have done with you, and not what you want, because your own desires has long killed, perhaps at the root, because it was found that nedotip, who once fucked you. Squeezed to the last drop and threw and threw together with household waste. And you had no choice but the choice that always occurs after experiencing the true nature of these worms that call themselves the people go up with the stigma, or to be like. Enter the nest. Nobody wants to be unnecessary. Simpler and easier to be a small nut in a huge mechanism for unloading and seek out those who are not familiar with the world, with the rot that eats away the flesh moist alkali that - fingers again lay down on the crotch, flat knife pressed against her left breast, covering a nipple .- It is impossible to win. Here you can not lose. All that you can - just do what must be taking it for a higher talent. Nobody forbids you to sell yourself. But no one needs. And, moreover, it must be so, because otherwise from you will not be much good, and very few people will be interesting to use you. Have. And in order to attract other ants, beetles and other people who need pain. Need a sacrificial nature. Need a martyr, all deprived and hated, all out get out, because ... Because the need for new sensations. We need people who you want. And no matter how they come to an emotion, whether with compassion, with love and compassion - all of them you vyebesh, as once upon a time this is done to you. And discard. The main thing - a knife jumped over the right chest, fingers barely touching the skin, stretched his neck - that all was as it should be. This means that as well. In this world. To approve of society. To were those who gave you a portion of the understanding, compassion, warmth, love, concern, anger, compassion, hatred, anger ... Everything in the dining room: you take a tray and choose according to the menu: potatoes crushed, chicken Kiev, pickled cucumbers and tea. With you so much. Thank you, enjoy your meal. But you know, that thing is that much more important throughout the rot of society and the hypocrisy? Blink twice, if not. You do not know. But that's OK, I'll tell you: be kind, honest and unspoiled. In general, this is nonsense, it's not even my idea - the tip of the knife carefully respect the neck, on the other hand caressing her fingers .- When you think through revenge, it is very important not only and not as much detail as a prelude and results. Do you want someone to break up? And even imagine where, when and how? Well, I'm happy for you and how you will enter there? Look: we need night. Next you need to know where and with whom a person at any given time. You need a precise schedule individual or an ant, who are you going to press. Complete details. And it takes far day or two. Months, even years! I understand that time is running out, but so what? All in your hands: see the time, place and event earlier than two days - go ahead! Think of how you entice a person, or what ... Oh, there's so many subtleties! And now - the tip of the knife slowly and gently scratching the left nipple and down on the right - the most important thing ... Hmm. In the trends of modern mankind, you must be someone, anyone. But not him. Because then you can, like a candle, burn their pain and suffering that you're not, you're sensitive, delicate and vulnerable, and alcohol, drugs and vyebad all living and inaccessible - it is a way not to stand out and not be eaten. Yes, like hell! You are doing such a society! Their position, their approach! - Knife slips and leaves on the right nipple in a small, barely noticeable scratch .- You're just a collective image of those around you. Because you yourself want it. Otherwise would not be so. And they all, all the rest, would not be an anthill. All you need to do is stop looking for the suffering that is so pleasant and immediately attracts your candle moths. But you can not. You nice. Do you like it. You're used to. Like them all. Here's the trick. And the higher you are passing to the suffering and torment vzbereshsya, the more butterflies. And the ants, of course. And if something aggravating, something burdensome, such as more responsibility for one lifetime ... Here is achieved apogee - knife lay on his lips, his hand stuck in the neck .- It does not matter as he wants society, no matter what you should, because if you want to live, you and all razorvesh perecherknesh all "friends" who - ants are the same and do what they need, including - to be your friends. When you want something - you go, throwing everything, destroying the nest. However, what I say? Words are too agreeable, we all want to hear something. Some words. Love, compassion, hatred, pity, understanding - all this is necessary for the role of martyr. To bite was better than that ... Hmm. I know I nedoskonalen, I do not have any particular hobbies, I do not have any particular hobbies, I do not feel any responsibility, I do not even know that feeling. But it's you made me. You, your contribution is incalculable. And they are. All of you. I am not what I want to be. Hell, I even forgot what he wanted to be! Or never knew. Well, maybe as a child, and then - I do not remember. But I remember something else: of the dead is impossible to conceive seed new life. Like a dead tree does not live off the fruit. Do not shudder, it still would not change anything. Not only for you, but for him. And her. Just remember that I gave, and that failed. Remember me the way you never knew ... Do not cry, those tears are worth nothing, it's the same lie, which is necessary for all these people, but not for me - a knife with the tip rested in the upper lip, then slowly crept down to the very pubic .- Do not take someone else's faith in her. Be happy.