I can not tell if I have ever loved someone ... I thought these giorni.Forse yes ... but for a few seconds.
I've always loved the beauty in all its forms, and I see beauty even where many fail to grasp it.
not make me shudder and means the animals splashed rotting on the roadside ... and it is not love their guts macabro.Nelle cooked on the tarmac in their bellies and bulging eyes is whitish something that you can attrae.Per horrified as you can not look away.
is like in the movies when we see a false autopsy on a deceased person in a false ospedale.Sappiamo false is false, and guardiamo.Ma if we looked the same scene, the autopsy itself, lostesso deceased and the same hospital without filter of the television screen ... who would have the courage to look?
honestly think anyone would leave the room autopsie.Magari someone vomit, someone will turn white and crumble like wet cloth on the floor, someone will help him hold his legs high and the fresh face, someone will turn his eyes finding something which focus not watch the show in prime time, already open and gutted ... but ... but they all go to cover the Polaroids taken in their minds, some will raise his eyes to see the silver flash of the scalpel, or a saw that cuts the sternum, and some sniffing so hard the smell of blood and burnt hair from close occhi.Scatteranno polaroid mental analyze odors and encloses them in a bottle of essences.
Even sadomasochismo.Penso that everyone, even the Christians, in the most lurid and perverse their ego (which exists even if you do not realize it and do not grow How should we) agree to put on and a vibrator in the orifice of pure and chaste qualcuno.Perchè gives pleasure, it makes potenti.Sapere you total control of a human being by a burst of excitement and adrenaline that is unmatched. Feel the urge to whip and humiliate him, to make him suffer, make him crawl pietà.E and ask if your way of loving is like mine, reserve this treatment to your one true love. I will
farei.Io farò.Non the fear of regret or vergognarmene.Non I will turn my head and I'm movin 'to the first petition.
I love this beauty too grotesque and rotten that only death and degradation, shame and humiliation can give to things that touch.
Raping my love, just to make it better in my eyes.
not think that I am a dominatrix bdsm pornografa.Non the sono.Il my filter, or television screen, which probe the reality is momentarily shattered, perhaps this is why I talk like that. Perhaps
begin to love and venerate the true beauty, the stark truth that only the pure sports mostra.Forse begin to really love something, without filters, without distortions, without purification or polishing.
Get rape by the beauty of reality, accept it and get beat with violence by her and that it implies ...
you will be rewarded as you're not ever been.
Words like violence Break the silence As
crashing in Into my little world Painful to me
Pierce right through me Can not You Understand
Oh my little girl in my New
