jueves, 29 de septiembre de 2011

The dead afraid me, but are times that I like to dead

After to seeing well-read the history of the prince of the men wolfes (Eristoff), everything leaving badly. It seems that the prince me to thrown the curse in order that the relation between my man wolf and I go badly.
It does no answer me, does not speak to me,... I do not last more situation is. Desire enter me of dying, but I want to resist it. As this situation is still to yes, which is going ignore him, I am going to be I.
Tomorrow at 12 p.m., I want to do the oüija, to speak with the prince of the men wolfes (Eristoff). I want to ask him  to seeing that cunt is doing to me and because.
I want to return to shut in the castle of chocolat, but I cannot, a dragoon destroyed it. I do not also have Thierry Mugler's colony 8Angel), to be able to have the smell of the castle of chocolate.

lunes, 26 de septiembre de 2011

Eristoff, the prince of my man wolfes

"Central to many famous legends, even to this day the wolf is revered for both his physical and mystical powers. No more so than in Georgia, a region with long and famous link to this noble creature. Over a millennium ago, the invading Persians called Georgia (Virshan), a name that means country of wolf. The wolf was alredy one of the ancient symbols of the Georgian people and became central to many of its national legends and religious ceremonies."
What is this? I it have been this one today ina golden chest full of blood, on a rock. I am very afraid, this paper was signed by the prince Eristoff,  the king of the men wolf and of the Vodka. 
It was not meaning, that all the men wolf, are drunk, and they do the things without thinking, truth? 
Every time I have more fear, from which my man wolf happens of my, and lying and doing this me to meet, things that are not royal.

domingo, 25 de septiembre de 2011

I have not left my world

Calm, I have not left my world, only I have gone out of the black well for one wee, I have gone out for the week of the international film festival of San Sebastian.
It has been a wonderful week seeing movies. I could have seen French, English, Spanish, Argentine, Japanese movies.I could go to some show, and it was a certification marvel. 
I could have happened for the red carpet, have signed autographs, photos have extracted me...
I'm going to leave you here some critique of movies that I could have seen:


Intruders : A movie that we could have seen the fear that the children have was doing the parents, the thoughts that the parents can have... 7.5
Kisseki / I Wish : A movie that we could have seen since it is the Japanese culture and since they are his streets. The love that there can manage two small brothers, and who because the divorce of his parents, could not have met for a long time, and there comes the moment in which they return to meet again. 9
Le Skylab : Discussions that can have the family to all be joined in the same house. A French movie, that the title did not have almost anything to see with the movie. 6.5
Los Marziano : Another movie (as the French) that narrates the facts of a family. But ultimately, they realize that before the money, this family. Aa movie in which you can learn that the family, it is the first thing. 6
Americano : When a very dear being dies (in this case a mother), you can manage to realize, that, move land and sea, simply for knowing tracks of those who were his friends, and you might come to the end of the world. 7


I could have trodden on the red and glamurous carpet of the film festival, and on having happened there abouts, a very important person was feeling me.


Yesterday, after a long night of Vodka, I returned to enter my world.
It was falling down rapidily, when it touches soil. Very far, I could see an estimate very brillant paper. Apprand this is what I could read: "Georgia, the birth place of prince eristoff, was name Virshan, by the persians meaning, the land of the wolf".

lunes, 12 de septiembre de 2011

I look at the horizon, and I see a full moon

Sat in the shore of the river, wetting my feet with blood, I see a radiance in the blood. I have got upt o see that it was happening. I could have seen a giant full mon. My eyes have turned into moon.
I could have estimated a few steps that were coming on the part of behind. I have turned myself and I seen a man wolf. He was not my my man wolf, was different. It has attacked me and has violated me.I have a lot of fear.
I am thinking, that my world does not look like a world of colors, I am thinking, that it look like a dark world. But it is necessary to admit, that in the bottom it is a world of colors.
In my free moments, I do not like to fuck (yes, i like it), I like to sing,. i am one of the components of the group "Las Tximitxurri's" a new group gay icon of my world. 
What I am going yo say to you now, is a secret. Next October 1, we realesse our single "Love", and you it will be able to listen across this one dar blog.


FUCK VERY MUCH MY ANGELS!

domingo, 11 de septiembre de 2011

I like to see to suffer to the men wolves

I practise sex everywhere. In the bed, in the street, in the parks, in the mount...
When I fuck in the bed, I like to smell held up the smell of my men wolves. i am charmed with it and make me sexy lost.
I throw stones and sticks to them, and I him can manage to break the bones, simply, yo behave as a bitch dog to eat up them.
I delight that to tie them in the bed and that they tie me to my also. I like to give him lashes, but not that give them to me.
It fucks loudly, that then I also you will do. I am charmed with the sadomasoquism. Madman turns me.
I want to see the stars, to be able to take one, and to be able to get it for your anus.

viernes, 9 de septiembre de 2011

I do not want that you listen my voice

This is a video, after my previous man wolf, was betraying me.
He was feeling as a certification his shit. It did not know that it was going to be capable of doing myself a little to if, after credit been fucking with for one year, and to seeing come to being what we were.
Now, I am with another man wolf, but I am afraid that I return to spend the same thing. Because, of it, whereas I speak to you and you do not answer your me, I become very sad.

The jail of stone and smell of sewer

The jail consist of a straight ver narrow and small way (of height). In both ends of the jail, there is a black monitoring that does not escape, and if the person that locked up this one does anything, the black, gives him for anus.
The prison, it is like an underground cave, nobody knows this were. The minimal time that they owe you remain there the prisioners, it is 5 months. And only they have one glass of water on a week to drink. They do not have anything of food.
These are the reasons and the punishments that they will carry to enter to prison:
- Insults: It was entering to prison for 5 eternal months. The ady that goes out the black will give him for anus to have a good recollection of the site.
- Fight: It was entering to prison for 10 eternal months. If he is a man they were cutting the cock and if she is a woman, the chests were cutting him.
- Kill: It was entering to prison for 5 eternal years. The blacks were violating them and followed to the fifth year, were killing them hnaging them and they were leaving them hanging of the ceilling of the cave.

jueves, 8 de septiembre de 2011

I want to join Spanish blood and French blood

My dream to turned to expiring for the second time, yesterday I was with my French man wolf.
I thought of joining our blood. French blood and Spanish blood. That would happen? Would our love be eternal?
In a future, I wanted to marry with he. The two of white. as the moonlight. 
I wanted that my suit, there had a spot of blood of my man wolf.
I wanted to have a fang of wolf alone during the ceremony.
I wanted that the place where it was the ceremony, was smelling Thierry Mugler's "Angel,t to be able to remember the castle of chocolate.
On the night of wedding,s I want to fuck often with you, to see all that a bears a man wolf.
I want to go to Moscow of honeymoon. I want to fuck with you, and followed the arm to crush, and to mix our blood.
You are addicted to the Coca Cola. I'm addicted to the tobacco, drugs and alcohol, but I think myself to bathe you on a swimming pool of Coca Cola. I want to fuck in her. I do not think only about sex, fodder about you.

martes, 6 de septiembre de 2011

My love, feeds on the poison of the toads

There are times, which I think, that to be inspired love is a shit.
The whole moment thinking these about this person, you cannot forget of. You come to house, connect yo the computer, and see that also this one connected. You begin him it is necesary yo speak but it does not answer you.
It is as if my love, it was feeding on the poison of the toads.
Todays, spending it itself to this me. I do not have the colony of Thierry Mugler's "Angel" to imagine that it was enclosed in the castle of chocolate.
I sit like as a shit. In these moment, it would take a toad, and would torture it, in order that it saw since it I am happening.

lunes, 5 de septiembre de 2011

I have followed the way of the rainbow

For the first time, I could have seen the rainbow in my world. Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue and Purple. Of the red color, they were falling several drops of blood.
I have set to follow the tour of the rainbow, and have finish in a half of a mount. the beams of the sun, they were refelecting to a flower. The only flower that existed in the whole mount.
I have come to the first end of the rainbow, in half of a small river, where the blood was covering me for the knees. There was a small chest. It and opened slow, and me and found a heart pumping , together with a paper that "Jesus" was putting. It was Jesus' heart.
I have followed the way it was doing another end of the rainbow. It was again in a small river. I have opened the chest that existed, and in there was a stake with a paper in the one that was putting: "He flees of the vampires using this".

I have moments, which I want to return to the castle of chocolate

Yes, is a castle of chocolate, and it not the history of Hansel and Gretel, it is my history.
I shut in myself in the castle in order that man wolf will liberate me. 
Last wednesday, I liberate a French wolf man, and it made me spend one of my moments more nice of my life. But little by little, I am sinking and desire enter me of shutting in myself again in the castle of chocolate. Only I can see him every wednesday (not all) and I die.
A castle of chocolate, of this that in bites can eat up, but on having been inside, does not smell tio chocolate, smells to Thierry Muglers' fragance (Angel). I am for buying the colony, to begin it when it is spending bad moments, and to think that I am enclosed in. 
In this castle, only I have a cigar for 2 eternal months, and one ends up by smoking it the first day.
The man wolf, did not have to move land and sea to be able to rescue myself, had it very easy. It did not have to do great thing in order that I was falling in love of, I am mad for.

domingo, 4 de septiembre de 2011

I have revived Jesus

A cauldron, Jesus' bone, my blood, my wee, Jesus' hair  and my hair. This is the mixture that I have had to realice to re-live through Jesus.
I do not want it as lover. Ido not want it as friend. Already not hits one inside my. Is walking for the streets of my world. Only, I want it, in order that it tells me his relation with Judas. I want to hear going out of his mouth, which was gay. That pipe a loving relation with Judas. To be able to sayto all the  Christians that Jesus, was gay.
Jesus escapes of my. I sense beforehand that me preparing myself some trasp to die, only for the evil that I have done to persons. I do not want to die.
It plays with me, do to mee what you want, but do not take me to what more I want. Do not steal my wolf man.
Since you dare to take it from me, it you will star of one in one all the hair f  your head and will cut the cock, until you bleed yourself.  I will not have you  crucified in my gay cave. I you will throw to the river of blood until you  come to the sewers, and that the prostitutes do with you what they want.

The important thing of my world, is to call de atention

The most important thing, it is that you are gay, and if you are not, nothing happens, while you are not homophobe, you have clear track to enter. All the girls are invitated.
If you come with boyfriend or girlfriend, it will be much more enterteining, but if you not, you have the prostitutes in the sewers.
The most important thing, it is to call the attention. The prostitutes, dress of Thierry Mugler. They are very flirtatious, but they call very much the attention at the moment of dressing, since the models are very XXX.
The people dress since him the desire gives. Boys with trousers, pink, reds or yellows. (This is the reason for which I dress this way, I am in my world).
For Cristhmas, I'm going to give to my man wolf, Thierry Mugler's colobny, in order that it could smell as the prostitutes smell.
Yes, I am creating the aroma of my world. The mixture between wee, blood and semen of my man wolf and mine. Quite mixed, it was turning out to be the aroma of my world.

sábado, 3 de septiembre de 2011

I don't want that it eliminated my world

The blood crosses my body. The sweat I drink it as water. And my hands freeze as if they were unlae of ice.
I am afraid, a lot o fear. I do not want that it eliminates my world as for art of magic, alone for the love. While me this love lasts, my world will remain opened for all, it was fading away as the phoenix.
I have gone out a moment of the well of my thoughts, and everything as very rare. I do not want to return. I want to remain in my world. 
I have justed discovered a cemetery in my world. A very dismal cemetery, in which all the homophobes are buried of when it began the new age. Some tablets, they are opened, since they were buried alive, and they were trying to go out, but them go they were electrocuted.
I have to realiz, in this cemetery, it is in that they kidnapped me in a dream, and I'm afraid that I pass indeed.

It was like a nightmare

Moments after the previous mand wolf and I were leaving it, a man, with hood, it put a papaer covering my whole mouth, and alredy I did not know more.
I woke tie up to the fences of a pantheon in a small cemetery.
I could see since it was approaching slowly it was doing my, and it towards without mask. He was my previous man wolf. In the hand there was going a soother of of approximately 25 cm.
It started removing the clothes rapidly, and when it obtained it, started  me the soother putting for the anus. I was not doing more that to shout, but he was still getting it while a straw was done.
Moments later, I opened the eyes. Everything was a nightmare. It was thrown in the sidewalk of the street, with a bottle of Vodka on the hand.  

viernes, 2 de septiembre de 2011

My world is not like that of Alice in Wonderland

You do not have to fall for the trunk of a tree, only you have to give me a kiss.
You will fall down rapidly for a dark, well, in which you were not noticing it, since concerning seconds, you will be in my world.
Do not scare on having seen the river consisted of blood.
Do not scare on having seen sewers full prostitutes. 
Do not scare when transvestites see for the streets. 
Is very normal in my world.
Visits my home. Visits my gay cave. In, Satan, this one like butler.
I have the real Jesus crucified in the wall, but his soul this one inside mine.

jueves, 1 de septiembre de 2011

The man wolf, dresses of Gucci

It is true, I have a man wolf very posh. He is charmed with the brand Gucci, and cannot live without her. From when a man wolf dresses with moccasins? Besides the brand Gucci? It only happens in my world. 
It is not important for me if you dress of Gucci, Prada, Muggler, D&G or Alexander McQueen, only I want to be happy with you.
I do not want that you leave my world. Blood in the river, prostitutes in the sewers. If you go away, all that was changing. The river will have water and the sewers rates. 
Satan is my butler, and Jesus is a part of my soul. But the only thing that I want, is that you married with me, to be able to be a king of my world, and king of Gucci.

# It begins the new age

There go out the lights of the whole city, and later a thunder is heard.
The rivers are composed by blood, and sewers full prostitutes.
This thunder, it poisons the people, does that the fuck all, and that children go out gays.
Transvestistes flood the streets of the city, gays with flags, and all the homophobes get into house by fear.
All the gays, they start bleeding of the chest.
The following day, rivers with clean water, celan sewers and the green field. Alredy it has begun the world of colors.