muu This birthday is already over???? No jajjajaaj. And I keep saying that ... the muse happy moo is gone away, the kick ass big tannn gave him. I miss him, yep .. but no ... my jajjajajaa. Well, I hang up I have written and I warn you right now is a shit REDONDAAA .. .. but nothing. I think if at the time I wrote it, so I hang up. No matter how bad it is. Not my best moment as a writer, sorry ...
- kidding me, Brian, did you see what time it is?.
- Well not really. Here is almost fully open, only went out to buy something. Wow .. I do not know the erotic store is filled with toys here .. who would not dream I see ..
- Call me for that!. Definitely you head does not work in a logical or normal.
- It was a misunderstanding, Ted .- Brian Babbles unprepared .- It is grotesque and all you want but it was a misunderstanding.
- Calla. I have no desire to listen.
- Okay, I'll call you tomorrow without fail tomorrow. I do not know what to say.
- Do not say anything. Do not know what to say but I talk about erotic toys.
- How did it go?, How has been Thomas?.
- Excellent.
- As campaigns was zero.
- Well, you see. This has been excellent.
- Thomas is not great, Theodore. You say to get revenge. For the I twist the guts rage, and brave, you have logrado.Thomas is slicked back as a conservatory, not a publicist.
- Brian course, that's fine. Anything else you want the boss?. Hey Ted finally explodes .- .- You were not!, The protagonist was not, either during the day or the hour of the presentation. And it's going out there to see small boats in New York ..?. You know Brian, yesterday we got into a good mess.
- Vamos.Tu staging was superb, as sé.Y that's what matters. I just listened to your advice, I took a few days off.
- Just what I said out of politeness!. For a while Brian Kinney ignores me something .. great.
"Never try to be nice to me Theodore. Never. We talked. I have a call waiting.
- Why do not I have phone with call waiting?.
- Well, I see that you have forgiven me ... Brian
hangs the phone and stares at him. The call is again lost his office.
Not a call from Michael.
The mobile illuminates an icon in red, signaling the entry of a new message in your mailbox.
- My work is hard. Do not you pick up the phone. Exhausting. In the morning I have to tell the boss what to do during the day. Wear your agenda. It's like taking your life. If I fail, never fails, the company would collapse. When the boss goes to meetings, I'm going to take a damn coffee, and very nasty indeed, on the machines in the basement and chat with the furniture. Nothing to do with my coffee late jefecito sends me prepare. A relief, surrounded by artists, executives feel smart because they sell the products they make others. Eyyy ... what if one day decide to go out there, shopping, and do not tell my boss calls, meetings ... and others?. I could not do anything .. well, he always thinks of something. But do you know? secretaries are the base of the company .. You should respect me more. Not return to me something like Brian ... Have a good time. Brian
hang up after hearing the message. Close cover on your mobile, could not help smiling. It makes a lot of grace, yes.
feel like bursting out laughing.
But he decides to hold back.
It would be very appropriate.
- I've left blank .. Cinthya empty. You've managed to move me. Quite a character ... great, brilliant, so I hired soberbia.Por .- Think Brian while continuing to shop.
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Long black coat. His favorite outfit for a city like New York.
The rain increased, the people running for cover. Brian excited just want to return rapidly to the apartment, make love to her blond artist, co-sleeping for hours. And at a stretch.
Circulation resumed, a yellow taxi suddenly slows and stops almost in front of him. Case had not done anything like this in a city like that, but for what you see below.
The expression of surprise and anguish of Brian is so intense that you want to scream.
water continues to fall, amid thunder and lightning.
feel a pain in the temples, again. What is sick and all, how sick is that story.
Justin with his lovely blonde hair wet, stuck to my face.
His huge smile and sparkling, his gray eyes sparkling lake, her cheeks wet with rain.
Peter grabs him by the waist, watching in silence, very serious, for a few seconds before to gather their mouths and twist each other, at the same time Peter had him around the neck with both arms and tighten as if Justin was a living sponge and he needs to dry immediately.
Brian, despite experiencing something akin to jealousy, still does not move from there, glued to the window of Bloomingdale ° s. Justin finished
smooch with your sponge living outside his presence. Brian
does not move a muscle, but his jealousy is insurmountable.
And instead of taking them into account, redouble their efforts to cross the barrier behind which imagines his opponent with a black patch over the eye.
The rain begins to fall. Bream-sponge
That gives one last kiss Justin as he goes to get into the taxi.
She sits down, closes the door and disappears into the streets of Third Avenue on the corner of Lexington. Justin
stands, watching the junk away wet or yellow bream. Sounds
your mobile.
- huh? "Hi Dulce
.- Brian responds, still hidden behind the windows of the street in front, watching as she whispers to your mobile .- How are you?. What I do not know what happened today?.
smiles to hear Justin and Brian can see his smile from his hiding glamorous.
- Brian!. Where are you, "take long to get home?. I on my way. I'm crazy for you, now I miss you. I solved my paperwork, and yes I'm all yours. What do you have bought?. They say that sex is good for the skin. Well, because the auction has been great.
- You have a beautiful complexion Justin ..
- do not delay .. Thanks eh?.
"I will not. You seem very excited ..
"Yes, I'll tell you what this has all gone. Dulce
-bye.
-Thinking of you Brian. "I
Sunshine, me too.
Your heart is three times the speed of its beats and soul breaks off in a multitude of conflicting feelings.
can not flee, but to leave. Going
and not looking back, not to become in imitation of any biblical figure. Leave and let the cool weather the wild encounter between two bodies. Leaving to mourn
once for not being able to keep the happiness in not knowing what to do with it.
strong it hurt somewhere in his chest.
- Shit! .- Exclaims after hanging up and see the blond guy go towards the apartment. Shit is not an expression that could show all his pain, all your concern, but how to say what he felt?. Where were the words to show feelings, the pain?. Words can not remember.
A single ride the black sky of Manhattan.
And you feel like Brian follow the damned taxi, sponge inside.
He wants to act as it always did, but the years seem to have so far limited capacity to act.
spins alone, without direction, begins to get dark. At least it does not rain. New York, stark contrasts, one of the richest and poorest places at once. Theatres, galleries, museums, shops .. people, people.
you look down the street, you know like you everywhere, but not interested in anything about it.
know that this city will end up hating.
the evening Brian called Michael. Ben gets. Terse and cold. Brian does not dare say anything. Hang. Half an hour
called again. Ben responds again. Brian hangs up without saying a word.
lights a cigarette, out of the cab and leans on it. The shoes are beginning to annoy you, too expensive, too uncomfortable. The beauty hurts and costs a fortune.
not want in, you do not want to see the lake-eyed blonde, is unable to because he knows I could talk too and start a duel it bickering.
local is directed to a somewhat ramshackle on the outside, green shutters, looks more like a set that part of New York.
The bartender is about 40, attractive, brown hair and goatee, angular face and a ring in his nose.
is watching. Brian asks for a brandy
double.
- We started the night strong.
- Spare me the comments absurd. Thanks.
As the knife entered deep ordinary feelings and not make a dent. It's old.
Almost like him.
not matter.
Tired of endless sweet dudes. Looks
poisonous killer. No matter. A flirtation could not expect to get wrong.
They give the wrong change. Drinking cognac. It's rough. Smoke. Silence
while drinking.
Two men about 30 years you are watching.
The waiter clean plastic surgery face the bar. Brian
watches without interest. Calls
another brandy before the first had gone.
The bartender stares at him, grabs his drink and pressed against the bottle upside down.
- Are you lost?.
- I do not want conversation.
- It's a shame ..
He stares back. Without fear, with a smile too cynical.
The two men are watching. The bartender says something.
- What?
"You're new around here. You made a great impression. Although you .. I'd be careful with those two.
- Bravo. Very original. I thought people here is what Curran. Pay
his third glass. Brian raises his glass and looks with all the grief, anger and hate that feeling.
- Media? .- Says the waiter. Brian nods .- Come with me, huh? .- Says smiling, but Brian does not want to pay attention. No answer, just smiled cynically.
He is part of the environment, nothing more. Occasionally
feelings overwhelmed him as if his head and his heart could not contain more and were to swell and burst. But the brandy
aid, a solvent, an anticoagulant, helps it flow right, the damage, hatred, disgust, anger and sadness. End
another drink. The men believe that looking at them and you open your mouth, you put a finger and makes a noise obscene. Brian
looks very serious, until he laughed.
- Please, are pathetic.
His heart is adrift.
But amid all the unrest and the sentence comes an idea, like a moss-covered rock at low tide dirty.
- Eh .- I cried the waiters causing it to tilt to almost touch your face with wet lips Brian .- What time do you leave from here?.
- in half an hour.
- Good. I'll wait. Give me something in between.
- Tell me your name at least, do not make me feel used.
- Brian.
- Good name for someone like you. Adrian.
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Almost 3 in the morning. Justin peridas four calls in your voice mailbox.
Brian returns to the cockpit.
- Am I .- .- Michael reassures him I called earlier about an hour away. Your husband is passed Mickey home life.
- Brian! Do you know what time it is?.
- Why does everyone ask me the same?. Damn ...
- Asique was you the quick call ... it seems like fun. You can not bother people at night, over and over again ..
- Does it bother you, Mickey?.
- I did not say that .. but be more considerate next time. Where do you call? Does your house?. It's great. Is it the next?. If so, congratulations. An excellent aHistory yours. Hand it to me, I want to congratulate you personally.
Brian's anger subsides. You are about to burst into tears. Head hurts, everything revolves, his body is still resentful. Brian not gets to talk. The face hurts. His ideas are muddled. Say What?, What words you want to hear?, What lies consoled him?.
- Michael .- Murmura .- A waiter, a veery local tacky, has left me dry.
- What?. Where are you?.
- In a garage.
- In a garage? What do you do in a garage?.
- Pongo gasoline. Mickey .. what a question.
- Your car is standing at the door of your flat ..
- not true ... I'm not in a garage, right?.
- But where are you Brian?. Please.
- I'm on the street. And I feel stupid.
- And Justin? Where's Justin?.
- Painting.
- Are you going to take long? .- Question Adrian from afar.
- Who is this Brian?.
- Margarito tacky, and I told you. Mickey in a walk in the street in New York, somewhere. A booth of those .. bad ... yeah. I do not know where it is.
With trembling hand leaves the headset on the apparatus.
- Well not really. Here is almost fully open, only went out to buy something. Wow .. I do not know the erotic store is filled with toys here .. who would not dream I see ..
- Call me for that!. Definitely you head does not work in a logical or normal.
- It was a misunderstanding, Ted .- Brian Babbles unprepared .- It is grotesque and all you want but it was a misunderstanding.
- Calla. I have no desire to listen.
- Okay, I'll call you tomorrow without fail tomorrow. I do not know what to say.
- Do not say anything. Do not know what to say but I talk about erotic toys.
- How did it go?, How has been Thomas?.
- Excellent.
- As campaigns was zero.
- Well, you see. This has been excellent.
- Thomas is not great, Theodore. You say to get revenge. For the I twist the guts rage, and brave, you have logrado.Thomas is slicked back as a conservatory, not a publicist.
- Brian course, that's fine. Anything else you want the boss?. Hey Ted finally explodes .- .- You were not!, The protagonist was not, either during the day or the hour of the presentation. And it's going out there to see small boats in New York ..?. You know Brian, yesterday we got into a good mess.
- Vamos.Tu staging was superb, as sé.Y that's what matters. I just listened to your advice, I took a few days off.
- Just what I said out of politeness!. For a while Brian Kinney ignores me something .. great.
"Never try to be nice to me Theodore. Never. We talked. I have a call waiting.
- Why do not I have phone with call waiting?.
- Well, I see that you have forgiven me ... Brian
hangs the phone and stares at him. The call is again lost his office.
Not a call from Michael.
The mobile illuminates an icon in red, signaling the entry of a new message in your mailbox.
- My work is hard. Do not you pick up the phone. Exhausting. In the morning I have to tell the boss what to do during the day. Wear your agenda. It's like taking your life. If I fail, never fails, the company would collapse. When the boss goes to meetings, I'm going to take a damn coffee, and very nasty indeed, on the machines in the basement and chat with the furniture. Nothing to do with my coffee late jefecito sends me prepare. A relief, surrounded by artists, executives feel smart because they sell the products they make others. Eyyy ... what if one day decide to go out there, shopping, and do not tell my boss calls, meetings ... and others?. I could not do anything .. well, he always thinks of something. But do you know? secretaries are the base of the company .. You should respect me more. Not return to me something like Brian ... Have a good time. Brian
hang up after hearing the message. Close cover on your mobile, could not help smiling. It makes a lot of grace, yes.
feel like bursting out laughing.
But he decides to hold back.
It would be very appropriate.
- I've left blank .. Cinthya empty. You've managed to move me. Quite a character ... great, brilliant, so I hired soberbia.Por .- Think Brian while continuing to shop.
----------------------------------------------- ------------------------
Long black coat. His favorite outfit for a city like New York.
The rain increased, the people running for cover. Brian excited just want to return rapidly to the apartment, make love to her blond artist, co-sleeping for hours. And at a stretch.
Circulation resumed, a yellow taxi suddenly slows and stops almost in front of him. Case had not done anything like this in a city like that, but for what you see below.
The expression of surprise and anguish of Brian is so intense that you want to scream.
water continues to fall, amid thunder and lightning.
feel a pain in the temples, again. What is sick and all, how sick is that story.
Justin with his lovely blonde hair wet, stuck to my face.
His huge smile and sparkling, his gray eyes sparkling lake, her cheeks wet with rain.
Peter grabs him by the waist, watching in silence, very serious, for a few seconds before to gather their mouths and twist each other, at the same time Peter had him around the neck with both arms and tighten as if Justin was a living sponge and he needs to dry immediately.
Brian, despite experiencing something akin to jealousy, still does not move from there, glued to the window of Bloomingdale ° s. Justin finished
smooch with your sponge living outside his presence. Brian
does not move a muscle, but his jealousy is insurmountable.
And instead of taking them into account, redouble their efforts to cross the barrier behind which imagines his opponent with a black patch over the eye.
The rain begins to fall. Bream-sponge
That gives one last kiss Justin as he goes to get into the taxi.
She sits down, closes the door and disappears into the streets of Third Avenue on the corner of Lexington. Justin
stands, watching the junk away wet or yellow bream. Sounds
your mobile.
- huh? "Hi Dulce
.- Brian responds, still hidden behind the windows of the street in front, watching as she whispers to your mobile .- How are you?. What I do not know what happened today?.
smiles to hear Justin and Brian can see his smile from his hiding glamorous.
- Brian!. Where are you, "take long to get home?. I on my way. I'm crazy for you, now I miss you. I solved my paperwork, and yes I'm all yours. What do you have bought?. They say that sex is good for the skin. Well, because the auction has been great.
- You have a beautiful complexion Justin ..
- do not delay .. Thanks eh?.
"I will not. You seem very excited ..
"Yes, I'll tell you what this has all gone. Dulce
-bye.
-Thinking of you Brian. "I
Sunshine, me too.
Your heart is three times the speed of its beats and soul breaks off in a multitude of conflicting feelings.
can not flee, but to leave. Going
and not looking back, not to become in imitation of any biblical figure. Leave and let the cool weather the wild encounter between two bodies. Leaving to mourn
once for not being able to keep the happiness in not knowing what to do with it.
strong it hurt somewhere in his chest.
- Shit! .- Exclaims after hanging up and see the blond guy go towards the apartment. Shit is not an expression that could show all his pain, all your concern, but how to say what he felt?. Where were the words to show feelings, the pain?. Words can not remember.
A single ride the black sky of Manhattan.
And you feel like Brian follow the damned taxi, sponge inside.
He wants to act as it always did, but the years seem to have so far limited capacity to act.
spins alone, without direction, begins to get dark. At least it does not rain. New York, stark contrasts, one of the richest and poorest places at once. Theatres, galleries, museums, shops .. people, people.
you look down the street, you know like you everywhere, but not interested in anything about it.
know that this city will end up hating.
the evening Brian called Michael. Ben gets. Terse and cold. Brian does not dare say anything. Hang. Half an hour
called again. Ben responds again. Brian hangs up without saying a word.
lights a cigarette, out of the cab and leans on it. The shoes are beginning to annoy you, too expensive, too uncomfortable. The beauty hurts and costs a fortune.
not want in, you do not want to see the lake-eyed blonde, is unable to because he knows I could talk too and start a duel it bickering.
local is directed to a somewhat ramshackle on the outside, green shutters, looks more like a set that part of New York.
The bartender is about 40, attractive, brown hair and goatee, angular face and a ring in his nose.
is watching. Brian asks for a brandy
double.
- We started the night strong.
- Spare me the comments absurd. Thanks.
As the knife entered deep ordinary feelings and not make a dent. It's old.
Almost like him.
not matter.
Tired of endless sweet dudes. Looks
poisonous killer. No matter. A flirtation could not expect to get wrong.
They give the wrong change. Drinking cognac. It's rough. Smoke. Silence
while drinking.
Two men about 30 years you are watching.
The waiter clean plastic surgery face the bar. Brian
watches without interest. Calls
another brandy before the first had gone.
The bartender stares at him, grabs his drink and pressed against the bottle upside down.
- Are you lost?.
- I do not want conversation.
- It's a shame ..
He stares back. Without fear, with a smile too cynical.
The two men are watching. The bartender says something.
- What?
"You're new around here. You made a great impression. Although you .. I'd be careful with those two.
- Bravo. Very original. I thought people here is what Curran. Pay
his third glass. Brian raises his glass and looks with all the grief, anger and hate that feeling.
- Media? .- Says the waiter. Brian nods .- Come with me, huh? .- Says smiling, but Brian does not want to pay attention. No answer, just smiled cynically.
He is part of the environment, nothing more. Occasionally
feelings overwhelmed him as if his head and his heart could not contain more and were to swell and burst. But the brandy
aid, a solvent, an anticoagulant, helps it flow right, the damage, hatred, disgust, anger and sadness. End
another drink. The men believe that looking at them and you open your mouth, you put a finger and makes a noise obscene. Brian
looks very serious, until he laughed.
- Please, are pathetic.
His heart is adrift.
But amid all the unrest and the sentence comes an idea, like a moss-covered rock at low tide dirty.
- Eh .- I cried the waiters causing it to tilt to almost touch your face with wet lips Brian .- What time do you leave from here?.
- in half an hour.
- Good. I'll wait. Give me something in between.
- Tell me your name at least, do not make me feel used.
- Brian.
- Good name for someone like you. Adrian.
------------------------------------------------ -------------------------------------------------- -----
Almost 3 in the morning. Justin peridas four calls in your voice mailbox.
Brian returns to the cockpit.
- Am I .- .- Michael reassures him I called earlier about an hour away. Your husband is passed Mickey home life.
- Brian! Do you know what time it is?.
- Why does everyone ask me the same?. Damn ...
- Asique was you the quick call ... it seems like fun. You can not bother people at night, over and over again ..
- Does it bother you, Mickey?.
- I did not say that .. but be more considerate next time. Where do you call? Does your house?. It's great. Is it the next?. If so, congratulations. An excellent aHistory yours. Hand it to me, I want to congratulate you personally.
Brian's anger subsides. You are about to burst into tears. Head hurts, everything revolves, his body is still resentful. Brian not gets to talk. The face hurts. His ideas are muddled. Say What?, What words you want to hear?, What lies consoled him?.
- Michael .- Murmura .- A waiter, a veery local tacky, has left me dry.
- What?. Where are you?.
- In a garage.
- In a garage? What do you do in a garage?.
- Pongo gasoline. Mickey .. what a question.
- Your car is standing at the door of your flat ..
- not true ... I'm not in a garage, right?.
- But where are you Brian?. Please.
- I'm on the street. And I feel stupid.
- And Justin? Where's Justin?.
- Painting.
- Are you going to take long? .- Question Adrian from afar.
- Who is this Brian?.
- Margarito tacky, and I told you. Mickey in a walk in the street in New York, somewhere. A booth of those .. bad ... yeah. I do not know where it is.
With trembling hand leaves the headset on the apparatus.
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