Devisil

Intended approach to cigarette lips. Her body is smooth, drink and smoke entering the lungs it. I can feel how my head is zamayva. In light trans am.
The clock on the wall irreversibly otbroyava seconds of my life expiring, and I sat immersed in twilit terrible silence of the room. Ashes from a cigarette burning down on the floor, but does not budge. And why me? To get down to it? And without it I can zatapcha in the carpet and the next day it izsmucha a vacuum cleaner.
Look me in the rain outside ree diaper. Drops a glass and call it pie. I wonder if I forgot kafevarkata included. I do not drink coffee, but my habit. Presented how gurgle and foam comes out of talazi is poured out on the hot plate of the oven and everything nabiva with the smell of roasted coffee. Whether coals smolder on record?
Komshiite day so you set the apartment. Small daughter played the "mothers and children and decided to bake in the oven with mashed reotani because they could find a toaster, but they forgot they made of coal ... the curtain is handled ... Half burn their kitchen.

Rain out will be severe. Once again pull on a cigarette. I do not go to check whether kipi coffee. I do not smell of burning, so there is still time. Sash but I was very awkward, but not twitch his head. I repeat you must learn to get used to the pain. As did two days before when priskripah his finger on the window frame. I came to shout. I did not issued any sound. My fingers blue after several days he fell nail.
However, my cigarette burn completely. Finger sticks out in my already burning cigarette butt. I do not know how some people like to smell of cigarette butt is stapyasht - the smell is disgusting.
I wonder how I long I could bear what is happening around me? I feel empty. How to fill?
Cigarette butt burn my fingers with no more money. Reduce smoke from watery eyes to them. How I long I could keep burning coal in his fingers and to repeat that it hurts? To believe that it hurts ...
Deafening sound of tearing out the heaven interrupted my thoughts. Again, look out the window. Element zavihrya rage out in the cold I feel your spirit. Lie me nose, or indeed detect the smell of bubble over coffee? So I did not lie - I did not really kafevarkata excluded. Maybe now rife gurgle and foam blob, hissing in thick plate.
Ashes of burnt cigarette butt falls on carpet, but does not budge. And why me? I can tomorrow to get a vacuum cleaner. If there is a tomorrow ...
Open wide the window. Violent rain began fucking my face like needles. Shut your eyes to not feel pain. In my ears prokantyava another thunder. Twitch, prick all. I love this element. I wish to fields with the sound of breaking and the sky is lightening.

My nose is to smell of smoke. Well. Presented how the first fire lizvat plastic plating over the locker of the kitchen stove and laughing. How much material we are all ....
I soaked the whole, the rain continued to slash at me and wet carpet in the room. I do not need cigarettes.
Turn and ustremyavam out. Further than the walls that surround me. My heart beat of crazy spirit. I am eager and excited. Bounce out, leaving the smell of smoke and burning coffee behind and burst into rain. Severity of the drops seem to be doubled in this moment. But I is not impressive. And run. More quickly. More quickly. And bathe in the rain. Tired. Happy. To become charcoal. And forget the pain.