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Dead body functions, 9 and 10 General 1

I got five: D Here is the table and my reminder here.


9. Watch:

walked a few steps uneven. He came to make a parcel and find a few things. His feet moved in one direction alone but I knew long ago that ran. If you listen between the disorder of her hair to neck scarf and a pair of chains, you could see up to your ears a couple of cables, and if you ignore all sounds, from its footsteps, breathing n producing a mist, the distant and the cars to the sea, could feel the sound of music at high volume.

Her hair danced around her with the passage of light wind and walking, his eyes looking forward and occasionally to the ground to keep off the remains of last night's rain.

felt some cold, the fall was at its height, but did not know, had his hands in his pockets. The moisture in the air mingled with the smell of wet grass and earth. The barking of a dog made aware of where he was, making music to pass the background.

Your

mind had no reason to compare, it was their brand, involuntary act. Watched the blue gates, which surrounded the entire entry, with disgust. A penalty and on-foot wall could see the grass or bushes rather than remaining. How many falls, scrapes, green male had happened there? I could almost hear the shouts of his companions, saying that while she had moved to laugh, when they played "cigarette 43" . And now, as an overhead that superponíaa their memories, written walls spray and graceless, with insults of all kinds, the pair of broken glass and covered by cartons, were filled with pity.

Nostalgia overshadowed his walk at a leisurely pace. He noted the site more closely, one last time before going home. The music took place in his mind back and rushed over. Everything was like a kind of lapse in which the world became slow.

shook his head slightly, smiled and squeezed a little more the sack. I wanted a hot coffee on arrival.

10. Playing:

unclean fingers like worms crawling on you. Suffocating hugs fill you with warmth. Soft caresses tremors calmed crying at night. Slapping that let you skin tingling for hours. Tender kisses that relax the soul. Playful kick to make you laugh. Thrusts that make you lose your balance, precarious in itself, and that still make you laugh aloud. Arms around you gently, atrayéndote against his body, that make you feel protected, loved and understood.

The velvet feel under your fingers, the needles stuck into them after hitting something, the warmth that stays on the skin after contact.

And that is all. Touching and being touched. Feeling the other rather than ethereal presence that accompanies you only emotionally or mentally. When you get lonely give you hand when you feel sad that they give you a hug when you're happy a kiss to fill you with joy. All those touches that make you know they are there and you, at that time and for you.

Find touching and being touched, to feel, to admire, study, learn. Drag the tip of your fingers on the skin of other and realize every detail, save it in your memory and then driving. Prove beyond words and expressions, the emotions that believe in you.

Let them flow, and make them dance with a partner, move arms in arms. Turning to the sound of a cursed or blessed song that makes you dizzy and drunk, it forces you to echo on your feelings, knowing that you may fool you. And the touch line becomes the only reality, tight. Floating between his hands, laughing or crying, but always dancing.

And you want to spend a special. Do you want me to do a somersault and end up in his arms at last. Has been dancing for a long time now, just want to hold on to yours and continue the frenzy. So, there and as long as the song.



--- Well, as I said before, there are five. I want to see if I can make two or three more for next week and finish within two. Then, I saw another table that draws me attention, but should finish the other Grief Literary Vices of Artemis Fowl that I have done ... since the beginning of the forum u_u


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complete this table. I made four long, now I have three and then go up.


7.
eyes

Do not look, do not look there. Because you eat and you shake your legs and you can not follow and ...

Gods, so staring at you. Cold great, but watching. He was a star that had hit them and made them that color so extrañoy terribly intoxicating.

The body is devoid of any sensation. It is observing the windows of a deep terror, you're watching the pot, trying to know where the bottom, knowing that probably end up there, drowning in the mud of his mind. Sweet is the fear we all have inside, the curiosity of the danger.

His eyes penetrated you slowly was a wicked game you did not want to miss. Although you are the toy.

9.

disease

took his things, put them with violence in a bag that I could not see color, because the tears dimmed the world and became meaningless. Shaking with pent up anger and prayed because he was not the room, you know you will reduce your decision with pleading eyes and downcast face. And you forgive, back, and ended up entangled in sheets, and forget why you were so angry and how you could do if he was so perfect. And I remember weeks later, increasingly annoying, because it hurts their poisonous sting of pain then, is precious.

It's like a disease, it was not going at all, to be appeased and made you delirious, touching the sky with my fingertips. But when the symptoms return, they make you feel empty, soulless, improper and linked to the suffering lonely tax you'd be there, a couple of hours with him.


15. Author's Pick: Rosa

The footage in your hands, carefully. Not sure if it's because you do not want anything to happen or if you do not want a sink my spine.

smile, with a very sad sweetness of your face. The rose was fragile despite its petals believed able to withstand wind, rain and heat, were so easy to start almost felt sorry. The more beautiful, more fragile and ephemeral.

freshly cut, dew on it was cool. With a kiss you drink, quiet, enjoying. The softness caresses your lips, was so docile that made you want to bite you, to prove his importance in front of your power. Because you'd stay over time and roses are gone with the wind.

17. Risa

When you do, you create a strange vibration in my stomach. It's like jumping and creates an echo inside me. I pasted your desire to live and I want to copy you, hold on to train your happiness and go far, travel to where they've never been to know where is your joy.

is caste, is ephemeral and sweet. I enjoy it as much as I can when I can. I know I can always not listen, I can not cooing all the time in your laughter. Sometimes I wish record yourself when you do, just so when you're not with me, to put it again and again and remember good things, at least once.

I want you with me always because you make me feel special, like the one who should hear your laughter and it is.

Never stop, please.

18.
blow

Twisting in bed. Look at the clock. Four in the morning.

The sound of movement of the needle pierces your mind with a dull pace. Although the pillow surround your head, covering ears, noise Dull is still perceptible. You do not understand and not fall sleep surrendered; want to give the wall of frustration.

If not for the damn device hits your senses, you would have fallen long ago given up. Despair begins to press your chest slowly, as when water falls from the cup overflowed. You are filled with rage, you get a lump in my throat. Your legs become entangled in the sheets, you get dizzy from sleep, close your eyes tightly, trying to ignore the bloody torture that was the alarm clock beside your bed, and when you open the world falters.

Your hands twitch, anger explodes inside you. Take it. Puc, puc, puc, sounds against your hand.

Creating an arc around you, you throw it with power to any point in the room. Hitting the wall creates an echo that is rapidly absorbed through the air.

you settle into bed and hope to sleep at last.

Although the sueñoy fatigue are gone ...

19.
traces

travels with trembling hands, is like looking at your past and find traces of you in each of them. Among pictures embittered and dull, sad and confusing phrases relatively limited. You know it was a painful time for you, many changes, discoveries and betrayal.

And as you progress through the timeline pseudo your notebooks created, you could see details of the person we are. From the first, with misspellings, lines deformed and desperate, until finally, in bold face, acceptable grammar and proper words.

almost seemed that each had your fingers marked the passing of your hands invisible on the sidelines, saying without doubt that you had been there. That was the trail that took you to be who you are now.

Thanks, you helped me a lot.

20.
ball

fell from his hands after a second of silence waiting. It bounced on the floor with three spades and then went rolling into nowhere. Still, his eyes did not deviate from what was in front. His mind is scattered among many thoughts, all related to it.

ran Perhaps, then. Perhaps they strode. The point is that finished next to him, almost dancing with joy, surprised and happy. Walking your way, go where you go.

And the ball had a replacement now, so it's not worth the look. ----







Wow, I finished. I'm so happy: D My first table

finished, I want chocolate.

Lalalala. ARREARS Happy Easter: D Ro