I can not sit, it hurts my ass. The vampire has gotten me the fingers of his hand, a cock and a stick. He has returned to bite on the neck and I have very purple. He was bitten nipples, ass, neck, face, cock...
Gotme and got me. I suffered and I suffered.
Time for revenge of the vampire.
I've spotted around the chest and face with fresh blood. I've got my fingers up his ass, until I see the face of the vampire of suffering.
- Like, eee! Did not know my bad side, vampire shit!
- Dieu, ne prenez pas la souffrance, pas plus.
- Have you learned the lesson, vampire shit?
I want to repeat all this, just to see your face of suffering. It makes me bad. It's the best thing that could have happened. Revenge on a vampire.
Who laughs last, laughs best.
When I look back on my lilfe, I do not want to see things as they happened, it's just that I prefer to remember it differently. And the truth lies in all this is much more honest because I made it up. Clinical Psychology tells us certainly that trauma is the cause of final death. The memories are not recycled as atoms and particles in quantum physics, they may be lost forever. It's like my past was an unfinished painting by the artist to be me, I fill the holes and make them ugly beautiful. No that and been dishonest but it disgusts me to reality. For example, man wolfes like me, are using the same fragance "A*Men" of Thierry Mugler, like me, and underwear, custom Calvin Klein. Looking to put their cocks looking Moscow like the good dicks, because I find it romantic, and also believe that the blood will be very important in fashion next spring. Look at this man wolf is at my side, has good cock.
The other day I learned that I wanted to kill me Jesus Christ.
When running down the cave of the vampire Angel, I found a van had circus music. Outside the van "Taurus Sorcier"is what it read.
I decided to go, and I see an older breast with a white coat filled with blood and a doll in his hands. In addition, only had teeth and those who had were black.
I sat in the chair and tied my hands. He sat in the chair opposite and began to look at things throught the crystal ball. It was a whitch. But, what to with all the blood gown?
He said that Jesus Christ had a motive to kill me, just one. I was only man who was not a man wolf in Blood Place.
The witch doctor told me there was only one solution, the solution to create a perfume in which I would have to take it daily. The perfume has to contain semen, blood and pee of my partner both mine.
When I get the ingredients for the perfume, how I do?
Sont-ils tous debout?
Non, si ils on trouvé, mais j'ai un pénis assez grand.
Car si nous allions. Sortez de votre pénis. Parce que je sais qu'il ya des pénis très gros sur la Blood Place.
Bienvenue dans mon monde. Enculés de danse!
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After a few seconds, 12 vampires appear. These vampires were known as servants of Jesus Christ.
One of these vampires, I have sometimes sex relation.
Every people on Blood Place are man wolfes except me, so Jesus Christ wants to kill me and ask for help from his 12 vampires servants. When asked for help, one of those vampires (Angel) fucked with me, but he will not say anything. What will happen? If you find Jesus Christ, would you kill?
Officials of Jesus Christ were sitting at a around table, he climbed up and nacked. He whipped around by the body. He asked to the vampire Angel, which will suck all the lashes.
This is the manifesto of man wolfes:
There is something heroic about my man wolves are set much in their penis. As necessary, in a manner so intricate and so proudly, as kings writing the history oh his people, is multifaceted in nature, which generates and later acquires what is perceived as the kingdom. To do that the real truth about the man wolves are in this sense: They are the kings. They write the history of the kingdom, and I'm like a dedicated fool. It is in the theory of perception that we have established our link. Or a lie or should I say, for those who kill. We are nothing without our image, without our projection, without the spiritual hologram who perceive us as or rather become, in the future. When you feel alone, I'm going to be, and this is the fame. Love and art.
That is my mission, to expand the smell of chocolate castle thanks to Thierry Mugler perfume.
Just get close to me, and you want to fuck me or come to fuck you.
Gift perfume samples of special people in my world. For now, I've only given to the person who betrayed me, the famous named Judas as I could in my first article. He is a man wolf.
He smelled, and directly, he told me to fuck her. He has brought good memories to have sex with him, but do not want anything serious, not betray me to risk a second time.
I have only one sample, and I have decided to give it to whom. I will give to the vampire, I want back to bite me in the neck.
Help me to fill the virtual bottle of Thierry Mugler.
