Internal Creampie 2010

want to keep patience? FACTS AN EX.

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Sometimes

when anger with you , when you want to beat your neighbor who just then to ask is: "Hello, Fabrizio you milk?" When would you scream at the world, burning the towels in the bathroom .. in that case and just what you need to stay calm in what? .. made an ex!.
The ex-boyfriend has now become an asset of all, each of us has had a former boyfriend who is leaving on good terms who the worst of the worst-case scenario.
I belong to the latter category.
Over time I learned to make fun of some heavy situations that may arise, some terrifying events .. with the short time we all learn to be calm and accumulate (if not for all the times that we hear from friends ear, stay cool, stay cool, stay cool ..).
I open this post in showing you the worst conditions, how and why the person who loved you so much and who has always whispered sweet words can turn into one of those nasty monsters, evil, arrogant, malicious only cartoons we used to sailormoon see, mind you I have been one of those with the salami on the eyes (it's normal when you're in love) and I never cry over spilled milk but anyway I've always tried not to hold a grudge but simply to rationalize things The events, the bad experiences. Here's what came out:
"Love, I'm leaving you because I need to be a po'solo, I reflect on my life and the great changes that have upset my routine ... you're a wonderful person and you do not deserve any evil, we say goodbye I do not want to anger! We must accept the reality that we are not meant for each other! Well I found out only after two years "... . Well better late than never fucking animals respond, but then do not do this already at that time trying to find the last bit of calm that remains when a story ends, right under the shoes.
Get the shot and you go, you lord / a.
So it should be ... but ... here is that your ex Dall'Ora turns in my most 'ugly monster never existed, and thus begins the persecution being conscious and unconscious. (Stage I do not wish it on anyone). Attention please, hence the prosecution phase. If you do the same job
absolutely urge him fired, but if you have power you can do so without exposing yourself too gradual, as you know the former is a bad breed of those who get to make their own group with your colleagues just to make you die and burn the blood, so unflinchingly go directly from the head to say that if he does not go away go away you.
Hence the former is unleashed and begins to tell on the grapevine that you're a bad race, but always emphasizing who has been with you (if you're in vogue at that time) and that you are a mature person ... well, then start the first counterintuitive. Former
this shows a bastard race, evil, bad, criminal.
therefore begins to approach all my sexual differences, probably not knowing that the differences were simply due to incompatibility of character or because unlike what you do not believe you do dogs and pigs .. the fool is thought, therefore, as if anybody cares rubarveli still enjoying the merchandise so if he believes them there is blowing his nose and emphasizing some of them right in the middle of a lemonade, "I wonder what would he think if he knew Fabrizio us .... " But what do I think
idiot? That you're an idiot is thinking like the person you're kissing!

This game hurts a lot but people are now aware of what is going to be the former begins to lure the group, where he is, there are problems .. this is a phrase I heard often from strangers.
but I think that is just to forget the former is capable of believe that another is better for yourself and then asking around: "Well he's better than Fabrizio is not it?" Almost as if to put people on a scale What is a comparative

normal.
But the former must be convinced that you are no longer 'you the most' beautiful could then start to kiss and he did the dogs, .. rejects of society the girls 'and boys more bad' bad if you are in kilometers quietly smoking a cigarette with your friends just to be seen, while enjoying a your glance.
Beware the former is believed could therefore be confused bisexual .. ahhahahahahahahah.
course from here copy and paste msn began to circulate: "I love her hairy pussy" then it could become national commercials to his presence. Former
continues to love yourself subconsciously thinking that might be the only one of its problems just because you're a nice guy and you're appreciated, and then begins to seek prey elsewhere.
It 's a sin, but strive to allow such prey of other cities are starting to look for asking for explanations about the strange psychotic behavior adopted.
Obviously, this takes you into a beast, since you have no intention to get the former from your ex, despite the blonde hair and blue eyes / green, the material often does not draw, I think it's absurd that even from other cities can reach you. But it happened.
Children's strange because you would hate to often do not remember having an ex, but I think this dirty game apply to everyone, not just suffering but because sometimes you'd like to turn the page , really left their mark behind your back. Here
so that the former could read your blog and post a comment you obviously unwelcome, where he tells you he loved and still can not greet you because when you look into the eyes feel something magical .
Yes, I know what you think, as I would like to spit in the eye but nothing .. does not want to find peace instead of yourself that you continue to get to know people that if they are inevitably done (and do not ask why! ..'ve eliminated the poor directly feasible from the list of men), is short .. keep going as it should be. No?.
impossible to imagine: The only guy who has not had contact with your ex keeps complaining because your anus is tight and continues to exclaim: "Is it possible that your ex has not worked?" .. Well no, it worked ... but you never told anyone that your ex was equipped with mini-and that therefore any sexual relationship was very simple and low dilator?.
But sometimes it is love that matters.
So inevitably the days go by the former still continues to shine with reflected light, comes on and turns off shine but its light is scarce despite everything you touch turns to gold for him like honey to bees, the former is undaunted, trained, practiced, experienced, and wants to eliminate dangerous because it does not exist just because you make trouble, because he wants the attention that never again 'will receive.
Your patience, however, also increases if you have a limit, I can not tell what the threshold will be the straw that broke the camel, however, I suggest you do not make you an ex if you do not have the balls to look ahead (of course that you can not know when a story begins).
not believe that will leave you in peace. Former
now I have them cataloged before or then meet them again forever.
I believe that sometimes you have to go back because you lost something, or a message that was delivered was forgotten in his pocket. A well-considered path allows you to go back without any major problems, but not to return by the former. I do not do it, but you will have learned how to keep patience, all is not lost because you did a great journey with yourself and sobbing bitter pill after pill ... you too will exclaim: But you left me no excuse?

Just and fuck.

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Who can say where the road goes where the day flows, only time

I drank your drink, you kept me company, though when you're tired once again become nostalgia, there is no there is not magic.

You In all my beach, where the sky is really blue and they never rains.

I come away, fantasy ..

much I miss my land.

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remorse it was wrong and did not think of BEFORE

tend to not be led to write a lot but this time my desire to tell and still leave a path that I remember certain events is mighty.

This morning I woke up very late, today is my day off, I was sleeping all the time, however, since in these days I have been unwell and I slept very little really just think that my own discomfort is due to the lack of rest, needless to then take all those vitamins in the form of assumed that I slip from time to time in the throat.
So after a little 'relaxation are strong, or at least it seems since last night believed to be influenced, but the thermometer does not lie only informed and fatigue. Today will be my first day of gym , look like one of those kids prepare for school folder, and then my brother continues to fuck with me, since the bag was signed, the designer shoes and all the other idiotic names I will take him, I also got the lock on the primacy of the cabinet.
all because this time I want to be motivated and I'm sure I will succeed in my attempt to become a beautiful ragazzuolo, not something that currently falls but a little 'healthy exercise is good.
I'm confused.
Time ago I met a guy in broad way, we stared at each other a lot and have a coffee, it was beautiful, intelligent and I can say that it was discreet in his manner, which inevitably was seducing me, so after sipping a cup of coffee (of course offered by him) exchanged, even correcting confirmed the numbers.
thought to tell the truth to meet just one of the boys used to chat, those with great prospects but then hard to get to the point or if they do disappoint you, I thought her photos were beautiful, I told him it was impossible, however this time, the wishes were well chosen, it was a nice guy in the flesh and not only on a hypothetical retouched picture, while talking also moved his hands dramatically, which, together with his shirt a bit 'sweaty lines and showed the outline of his arms with biceps that Haim, the cafe flew in the shortest possible time.
I was eating her hands, finally I said was right. The only flaw
his age thirty-six years taken as a twenty-three, then checked the arrogance with his identity card and took it around ... but maybe it was the right move to make, this fucking presumption of the time I set it aside.
We said goodbye with the hope to meet again, it was embarrassing to get up from the table, door (about a year ago, it was summer) a tight Capri pants that showed my penis hard, I was erect the whole time of the chat so I became red, but he did not notice, apparently not looked at my cock, but my eyes.
I never took his eyes off me even for thirty seconds. Too good to be me the one I thought and this made me die of jealousy for a person not known for thirty minutes, I was mad and ran to buy cigarettes at Spizzico the cathedral, I went in the bathroom and pee in those ceases but I was too shabby to be released, so I did a piss.
I noticed that the first sprays were whitish, I did not believe I had just wet with her green eyes and her white teeth, and did not know anything about him already I was in love with his head, I thought I could be her.
I came back to life, every day, I continued to feel it for chat, a few jokes every now and then.
One day at work called me and told me that if I pleased I could go to him in the evening, to be honest I did not really want to get out of work was destroyed and it was raining outside, that shit day in the summer it rains, I It all seemed tired against the meeting, but I told myself I will call.
This was, after three days of cute sms chats insistent agreed.
I put a shirt, a pair of jeans and I was ready for it.
His mental game he deceived me, I was a moron, an idiot and did not ask me this time with the presumption because he did not say what job he did, in fact asked me but I insisted I did not want to be heavy, did not want to ruin everything. Yet, I smelled it too, a house in San Babila furnished beautiful, too much money everywhere, did not touch anything.
Cooked chicken and I introduced myself with a bottle of red wine (I wanted to be gallant, but I knew that it was useful to me to melt) "I do not drink" said .. but do not drink like I said, "you are teetotal" .. Well at least one glass, and tasted this time I was cocky, but I inevitably had to finish me the whole bottle.
After dinner we got gave me a kiss table and after a cigarette started kissing long crawl to the bedroom, I can not stop laughing, had a beautiful house, "what do you do?" said, "tell me what do you do" but nothing, so turn down the lights and began to massage her back.
began to feel his tongue through my my body was face down on me and he was very good and went down to the ass, I did not turn around to see what he was doing was ecstatic but I felt the palms of his open my hands your ass and then her tongue was a thrill of fear, you can not describe it, but I really can not tell you just seemed to me that it was eating, he said, "You're an ass beautiful "and I said," he continues, please more .. ".
He put a finger, then two and then three, his kisses on her neck were magic, I put it in his mouth and I put it in his mouth, I wished it, I called with my moaning, so put the condom in four seconds was inside me, we became one and then gradually more and more 'strong, I remember that I asked: "Please put on the wall" ... I loved this thing and contented.
the fuck was more 'beautiful of my life.
There were boyfriends, lovers and friends to do that and I fucking like him, seemed made for each other.
remained for a long time to embrace on the bed while the sweet notes of a song surround the environment, "then you do not want to just tell me" I said, but he did not answer.
then I went to the balcony to smoke a last cigarette before you go away, and approached him from behind, I felt so embraced for the last time his powerful arms.
I said whispering in his ear: "you grew up in a hurry," I waved goodbye to his head and taking me to the door.
Do not ask me why, but a little 'pride, a little' time and never saw him again ', were replaced by other stories, other people other friends, but it' s nothing left of him. One evening together
the group of friends went for a second time to review the "Devil Wears Prada" at some point I was grasping the arm ... Fabrizio and I turned around: it was him, I did the party I went too fast but I was missing 5 minutes to 'start of the show tickets and still had to do "what did you end Fabrizio?" our eyes never stopped to fix, hugged me and walked away with the hope to meet again soon .. I call him murmured.
I did not, but last week chatting in a park with the latest in turn asked me what was my most 'beautiful shiny trumpet and everything back in my head ... I do not remember his name I told him, but I call it , I have to do it.
So this morning I send him a text message and after thirty seconds here's the answer: "Hello Fabrizio, I remember you all right, I'm fine. I'm back with my ex-wife, I want a baby, for now, I okay. ".
Despite the warm day in Milan I was shocked, still can not comprehend.
are the 20:58 I just got back from the gym, I swear I did a good boy and I have not watched the bird to anyone but a black boy who seemed na statue and had a member absurd, I could not watch it playing with his business in his hands.
are exhausted and tired, but I think this text messaging morning.
I do not know if I'm "wrong" or if the others are "wrong". not grab it while it is true that we can make mistakes, change or backtrack , am forced unfair not to have played my cards before, but I find a dark thought that echoes in my head, how can you love a woman, then again a man and a woman then ..
I do not understand and are confused, yet there broods ... maybe it's true that we must seize the moment.
I had a busy day.