The smell asked for a gesture, but since it had not done so (no other smell could be expected), neither did the others. “No, no, they’re not all. There are no living parts, I have not left anyone alive, for example, without lips (have you seen? ). They seemed perfect until they were shown their laughter.) I want all those who have survived and, above all, do not need enclosed museums. I killed them, that is, they had to have had something to die. Her curling wouldn't have much to remember if I kept my hair (my legs hurt, because I was waiting for my penis to realize that I was inside, so I moved, not because I was looking). With only one's hands, the only ones who could record it: "Stroke" (shake, tread). They had breasts much bigger than mine, and so they hurt me; or they ripped off the clitoris for a few seconds, or they started with intensities of porn… I was about to save a couple for the way my buttocks were held whole, but I discarded them, for the sake of the vulva. They had no ingenuity, no interesting lives, no connection to essential truths... I invented everything for them. So they took it all away. I notice that more than one part of the former and the latter is repeated. Pencos, look at me well, I've been lucky. They've been beautiful on those wooden bases, well, a little bit of green, it's going to be for formaldehyde. The first one was, perhaps, too thick, leaned on a corner, like the bottom of a glass bottle of Kas: it was a major hurdle in the mouth than in the other holes, and it surpassed the efficacy of the fingers in the dots of the toilet. The last was perfect, worthy to take in all the daya.XL symmetrical baginodynamics. Here are also the long hair of both, my cryptotonite. And the most spectacular pieces of the museum: the thorax. Look, I've hung them out of the ceiling, like whales in science museums. Here to admire her from below. Don't grieve. Some are not here, the bureaucratic zombies of everyday life, to which we have to prove that the penalties are met. Whenever I wear overly large jackets of wool and count on a whiskey, I will never be a skinny child again, a big eye, etc., and I will always shame you from your friends and family. The non-life has a lot of rules and it speaks very low. But we do play the role of ruthless to see if we get it wrong at once. This language, like that, doesn't look as green, it doesn't look as spectacular as the thorax, but it hasn't been the same. He did not accept any refusal, any seat was good, any vital moment, any … if that language appeared, he was not please one. Yeah, let's go. No, no, there won't be another time. Nobody has ever been the next. In fact, I've never been here. There's nothing alive here. For them it was also the first time I was. What they've stolen isn't replaceable." I closed it at once and left it, muttering between the junk. I closed my nose and decided I needed some quotation marks.