perceives only fingers. He sits in bed, looks at his hands, fingers, joints, skin, the fragility of these extensions. Feel physical distress, and helplessness, loneliness. Too excited deep for a day of surf.
takes off her clothes and goes to the bathroom. Open the shower, warm water spurting. While allowing the water to get it wet, try to remember. Last night.
know that toured bars. And the last was the Nautilus that never closes. I hated that fucking bar and markets in the bathroom. It's worse than a bar Tacheros, said when he complained. He sat at the bar, beer and then asked gin. "If the drink is wrong, that is cheap," joked aloud. I was so drunk that neither whores came to him.
silver was completed. He left quietly, and was not too in your body. He walked to where he could. Reached the sea. He dived in the sand between the dunes and slept until the midday heat roused him.
definitely had to work hard and change their ways. There are better things to do.
ajar eyes under the shower and see the flower, continuous streams of water. Think of lamps, in the light. He likes to watch the lights on until half blind, as did the guy with the sun.
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