I want a new world.
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Friday, January 21, 2011
Maternity Pads Pregnancy
The next day came around to what this would involve serving. Man he had at the back of the inn a small but well-known brothel in the area. Hana was his new signing. In exchange for the donation of bodily pleasures are assured of an apartment in one of the rooms in his wooden mansion, the latest clothes, perfumes, lipsticks, food, and did niesymboliczne pocket. After reading it to the general situation in which he was, he brought her to the most experienced courtesan in a brothel, that this taught her the secret techniques by which men would pay more than the required price.
- Hi, I'm Marika - presented a slut.
- Hana.
- Martin said that you're a virgin and that I have to tell you what and how. Well, you know ... How this is done to a peasant was well-started with a thick tube Marika.
- Yeah ...
- What yeah?
- Why was Martin is convinced that no one had intercourse?
- Well, you know ... - Marika confused. Young you are. I did not think ...
- Well, you thought wrong. Where I am, I had many admirers. One of them met in secret. We were still very young and probably not quite know where all this leads us. And besides, she was still Marin. You know in the forest there are many places where you can do these things that people are not even dreamed of.
- doing it with baba? - Marika was surprised.
- What? Hehe. And who is now more bitch? - Hana laughed.
- Well, you know. But I only come here lads, and you've had only one so you do not have such an experience for sure as I-outraged to Marika.
- Maybe not ...
There was a longer silence, during which she clearly zmarkotniała.
- What do you think? - Asked the courtesan.
- Nothing.
- Well, tell me. You know we need to finally make friends, because if you are already working for Martin's will in this musty hole for the rest of your life and you need someone who can help You get rid of unwanted pregnancies, syphilis, and who cry in the skirt as it will really bad.
- Listen to me! Firstly, it will not stay here. Secondly, I have had a girlfriend and she is dead. I do not want more. Thanks. Thirdly, what do you know? You live here, kurwisz of drunken peasants, and probably even no young boy never told you that you're beautiful-Han shouted.
Although the room lit only two wasted spark in the eyes of a courtesan could see tears. Hana was right. Nobody never said that it is beautiful. Men obłapywali her boobs, ass groping them praising to the skies, but no one has ever captivated by her beauty either, or interior.
- I'm sorry, "she said Hana. I just had a hard time in life. They went, and I was alone.
- he also died? - Asked the girl.
- No, I do not know. Maybe. One day left and never returned. And he promised me children, a house ...
- They're always so promising. And then what? Wychędożą and go for a beer. Ot enough.
- Yeah ... What we've had to teach me about life. Here.
- No, nothing. It seems that you already know everything.
evening came sooner than usual.
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Female Tattoos On Genitalia
Angel Angel
***
In a darkened room, whose walls were adorned with tapestries disgusting socialist realism period, fourteen men podstarzałych sat in silence in the dark mahogany table. Everyone stared at krępego, grizzled brunet with a prominent mustache.
Brunet abruptly stood up, buttoned his jacket and combed her hair with his hand.
- Gentlemen, the matter had gone too far - he said loudly in a hoarse voice - Our President was assassinated. We have to take drastic steps in this matter. It's no joke. Waiting for us to select a new leader. We can not just leave, as he wrote Dostoyevsky - "Crime and Punishment," gentlemen, as a punishment! Crime must be punished!
There was silence.
men looked at each other, repaired ties, wasted licking lips kissing slut dating back to a nearby brothel. Pudge wipe his sweaty brow every now and handkerchief. Coughed nervously.
- Guys, I therefore propose to select the new President of my speaker Richard Dabrowski - If anyone of my colleagues are against it? I do not see, therefore, to announce his colleague Richard Dabrowski's new leader and the chairman of our group. Mr Christopher Robin, you inform the members of our club to choose, right? Janek, convened for tomorrow, at the fourteenth meeting .... Thank you so and have a nice afternoon, friends .... He sat down and seriously
odsapnął. Other
Dabrowski approached with congratulations and smiles, then slowly began pustoszeć wee. After a while, there was only Dabrowski and small, sweaty fatso.
- Rysiu Well, congratulations - the fat man moaned - unless a good feeling to become a day to day leader of the most popular party in the country, is not it?
- Stefan, I know that it is your merit - Dabrowski answered - if not for you ...
- Whore, Czesiek was my buddy, you know! I hope you keep your word - charkotał clearly annoyed with the fat man. Now, he sweated even more.
- Of course, Sven, of course. You know I have contacts here and there, he knows a few people in this country, I will not this skurwysynowi, not just give.
- I wonder how? What? But cops have it already! - Roared Stefan - you whore bring it to me in the teeth szmatławcu you understand? In the teeth you bring me his unfinished eggs and fuck do I care how you do this ... - he said through gritted teeth. Drops of sweat on his face, raced with each other, which first drops onto the floor, or on the jacket. Stephen stood up, looked yet Dabrowski and left slamming the door loudly. Dabrowski was now standing alone in an empty room and wiped his sweaty forehead. Now, he too began to perspire. He knew he must keep the promise I will share the fate of Czeslaw.
Superintendent hovering nervously Wysocki after his surgery. On its own salary bought a miniature carousel, so shooting in this small room was not at all difficult or burdensome. The suspense was waiting for a phone that was silent as if to spite the morning. Wysocki control posts every few minutes, lift the handset to check if the camera is not broken. Fired another club and sat at his desk.
- Especially today, my balls itch - he said aloud to express amusement. His good humor
ripped to shreds ringtone.
- Wysocki, listen. Yeah. Sure, give it immediately to me. Whore Szczepanski se egg are you doing? Clear that the whore in handcuffs!
- came mate, yeah - he whispered, Wysocki and fired another cigarette.
guard of eight policemen, led me through the corridors of the Main Police Headquarters in Warsaw. Everyone, without exception, police officers, which passed in the corridors I respectfully saluted and bowed. I understand that I give a tribute.
obitymi stopped at the door by upholstery.
- żenada - I thought we would go inside. Wysocki sat on her carousel and a tiny fire. His face expressed absolutely nothing.
- Wysocki i fuck! You continue to smoke is a smelly shit! - Burst out laughing. Wysocki
jumped up from the carousel.
- Gentlemen, please leave us alone - said nobly commanding tone.
His voice has always amused me, especially when he has something serious or important his speech took on even ironic nature.
- Sit down Raphael - cast - please. Burn? - Wysocki drew towards me a parcel Club.
- Zapaliłbym - I answered - but certainly not the club.
- It does not burn nothing - he smiled Wysocki - let's get straight to the Raphael, who gave you this job? Who? I know that this was not your idea, so who? Who invented a whore?
Silence filled cabinet. Stared at each other. Wysocki had aged much since the last time I saw him, the rest I was too old.
- And what is there with you ...
- Whore Se eggs do not do Raphael! - Shouted Wysocki - these are not whore jokes! Zajebałeś Prime Minister, you understand whore? PRIME MINISTER!
- As Prime Minister is to be done to suit Evening - interrupted - and in which theater?
Wysocki looked at me and smiled from ear to ear. Only now I noticed that the stone is awful on teeth. Probably from those zasranych club and equally vile coffee you kickin 'it over and over again.
- Raphael, listen ... honestly it made me fuck it, I'm even happy because it was the biggest, you know the two largest mendy in Poland - Wysocki said calmly - but I have people above him understand? I pressed the president, you know?
- Ha ha - I laughed - presses, you say?
- Well, let's say that I much to ask - he said, amused Wysocki - let's say. Raphael, who you gave these killings? This I gotta know - groan pleadingly.
- Everything I tell you Frank, quietly, but first consider taking me some good tobacco and cigarette, damn I want to smoke, but that does not light up your trash - I said with a smile - aha, no i get to tell me rozkuli, huh?
- Sam unchain you, wait a minute - pulled from the drawer a key, walked over and undid his handcuffs. I've even heard how my hands on a relief after a few hours torture. Wysocki picked up the phone.
- on duty, give me just two of coffee. Ah! And some good tobacco and cigarette skombinujcie just a jiffy!
- jiffy it will not be because I do not have permission to fly airplanes, let alone a jet - he thought the officer on duty when the Police Headquarters involve coffee. For three days it was aching tooth and felt that flu closes in on him.
***
detention in the cell Rakowiecka street in Warsaw was dirty. Dilapidated walls of the prison told the stories of whispering crumbling paneling. Stank urine and feces with a touch of mustiness and starch. Green pulled out an envelope from his pocket and turned the Golden Virginia cigarette. Delaying the moment of his firing, then dragged the smoke deeply. Now a bunch of stink having been fulfilled.
- Well it Wysocki Virginie arranged for me - I said out loud - what is the burn ....
Wysocki did not know if he understood what was going on in this whole matter, whether he understood anything of what he said during our many hours of conversation, or rather my hearing. In any case, I gave a 70% chance of success of my intricately engineered the plan, plan where and Wysocki had to play a rather important role. He ended the next day, and I'm not sure if I manage to finish it all. Now it no longer depend only on me.
Dabrowski nervously flipped pages bound in the skin of its schedule with the crowned eagle imprinted on the cover. His apartment was tacky and totally niegustowne. Oak furniture with brass handles and fittings, gilt frame horribly kitschy landscapes, whose mottled colors were completely at the rest of the colors found in the interiors. Upholstered by upholstery seats and chairs, glasses and wine glasses engraved, library formed the kind of antique style and an equally ancient literary works, like standing on its shelves. The only smell I have ever endured Dabrowski was a smell of mothballs porozkładanej his beloved in all the corners of his vast and extremely trashy apartment. Dabrowski himself posed the kind of ancient but really the same well-covered by upholstery and was steeped in mothballs przydupasem small, thick and ever przepoconego Stefan Starowicz. Revenge they swore to my colleagues from the headquarters of the Party for Human superior to him and he seemed well aware of this. He was convinced of their helplessness, which is why so eagerly search through the pages of his schedule. He wanted them to find salvation, deliverance, which could take him even higher in the political hierarchy, could lead him to the top of this pile of shit. Dabrowski finally smiled and sighed with relief. Finally he found the phone number for the blessed blessed man.
- Well now you Cold stiff - he laughed with his wit - now you will be lard. Loud closed fixtures and tapped the number on the keypad of your phone.
Tobacco smoke filled the inside of my cell. I sat on the floor drawing back of the ruin walls. Plaster poured from it in my every breath.
- Far too much smoke - I thought - but what are we to do? Jaws
key in the lock blew my mental agonizing. On duty brought me breakfast - if ever such a meal deserves to be called breakfast. Together with a mug of lukewarm tea dirty got two slices of bread with butter and liverwurst. Duty officer looked around and threw a newspaper at my bunk.
- I'm not that ...
- Close and read - on duty stopped me - you read it - he hissed. When I opened the robe of one of the most popular dailies, the roar of a header from the first page chrobotającym merged with the key in the lock.
- President of the Republic the main suspect in the triple murder - read aloud - Could whore - I whispered - Wysocki is written down. I started reading, reading biting liverwurst sandwich.
"Yesterday late at night was stopped at the disposal of the President of the Polish Prosecutor's Office. Both Police Headquarters in Warsaw, headed by Superintendent Francis Wysocki and prosecutors refuse to comment on this. We can only guess that there is evidence or circumstantial evidence that the President of Poland Adam Wieczorek is implicated in the perpetration of a few days before the murder of Czeslaw Pliszka - President and leader of the Party People, Prime Minister Daniel Rotta and his driver, an employee of the Government Protection Bureau, Lieutenant Christopher Pełki . We also remind that the police stopped the direct perpetrator of the painter Raphael Z. Sosnowiec. The reasons for murder are not known, however, surprising are the reactions of ordinary people who clearly divided into two groups: the first, larger group, supporting the criminal act of Raphael Z. and a second, smaller, consisting of the listeners of Radio Maryja and the extreme right-wing factions of the Party People who are calling for the stoning of Raphael Z. From early morning crowds of people gather to under arrest investigators Street. Rakowiecka in Warsaw, chanting slogans and demanding the release of a national hero and make the detainee Rafal Z. The right-wing militias Party People, calling for the death penalty quoting the bible: an eye for an eye. With every hour arrives people. We fear that at any moment could be riots. And as you
odnosicie to this case? We look forward to your opinions. If you are behind the release send SMS to the number 8835 in the text by typing U1, if you're for the death penalty send sms at number 8835 in the text by typing S2. The cost of an sms 2.45zł + VAT. Among all voters draw lots for great prizes. "
- Well, now Frank pull me out of jail, give protection and the status of a crown witness - rubbed his hands with glee, a plan began to live its own life, I was already redundant and could again sink into the comfort of their mediocrity. I could in the end, even comb the entire globe in search of my daughter, I can afford, in the end even I can afford it ....
dark apartment in the basement long ago forgotten that anyone would be clean, not to mention the painting and washing windows or floors. Killed the windows were shaking every time I passed on a nearby street car. The prevailing gloom here complements the unimaginable mess, woven over the years, throwing garbage in the corner, food, packaging, pets, bottles, excrement, vomit, smelly, dirty clothes, broken furniture and everything that you're not even able to imagine. Mold and fungi pączkowały in all its glory in every corner of the apartment. Anyone who would come there for the first time not knowing what is on the slippery dirt from the hole he would have vomited, and maybe even fainted. Fresh air, busily been missing since the doors of this shrine a big bow, and though time and miewało suicidal gesture to get to the center of the sanctuary, it all ended up dead on the nail muśnięciu windows where the than how it was impossible to have open. Anyone who knew the apartment and the tenant did not dare to even go near. The tenant who lived this accommodation was monstrously skrzywionym mentally, two-meter, an obese monster. His face, once crushed in an accident at the mine was in a contorted grimace poczwarnym. Bald, shapeless giant skull and lower jaw forward unnaturally extended complemented the image of the beast. Klaus Spyra better known as Lard now sitting on his couch and carefully kartkował bold book. Cards notebook models were filled with collages porn doklejonymi heads of saints and blessed the women who cut out the lard from the parish church magazines and pictures. Grunted when she began to fulfill his desire for a huge member. Lard rozsunął fly his pants and reached into his hand. Then there was a knock at the door. Lard's deal with did not. He did not want to interrupt this moment, we celebrated with reverence several times a day. His swollen, huge, smelly dick mlaskał with delight, when Klaus gripped it with his monstrously huge hand. Knocking ustawało however, and slowly drove Klaus crazy.
- Klaus is me, your cousin, we have an appointment - to dispatch a voice from behind the door - open it's me that is Rysiek Richard. Lard
just finished their ritual and was not going to not open or a stop, his small pig's eyes mist shrouded the coming orgasm.
- Klaus open, that I am Richard - the voice behind the door persistently breaking into between the lard and the head of Saint Barbara glued to the body of a model with huge, drooping breasts. Lard groaned in spasmodic ejaculation of sperm that spurted straight into his trouser leg.
- Klaus, I have a job for you, I'm Richard.
- Zara, jerunie! Already lie! - Lard rubbed his hand he bellowed sperm in leg - I lie se nos szczewiki łobleke! He walked to the door and turned the key.
- Szczynść God! Wlazuj Richard wlazuj and siednij se kaj there chcysz - Lard said, giving welcome all sticky and smelly from the sale of sperm, which onanizował even a moment ago - ino my bucket with szczynami not wylyj! 
***
In a darkened room, whose walls were adorned with tapestries disgusting socialist realism period, fourteen men podstarzałych sat in silence in the dark mahogany table. Everyone stared at krępego, grizzled brunet with a prominent mustache.
Brunet abruptly stood up, buttoned his jacket and combed her hair with his hand.
- Gentlemen, the matter had gone too far - he said loudly in a hoarse voice - Our President was assassinated. We have to take drastic steps in this matter. It's no joke. Waiting for us to select a new leader. We can not just leave, as he wrote Dostoyevsky - "Crime and Punishment," gentlemen, as a punishment! Crime must be punished!
There was silence.
men looked at each other, repaired ties, wasted licking lips kissing slut dating back to a nearby brothel. Pudge wipe his sweaty brow every now and handkerchief. Coughed nervously.
- Guys, I therefore propose to select the new President of my speaker Richard Dabrowski - If anyone of my colleagues are against it? I do not see, therefore, to announce his colleague Richard Dabrowski's new leader and the chairman of our group. Mr Christopher Robin, you inform the members of our club to choose, right? Janek, convened for tomorrow, at the fourteenth meeting .... Thank you so and have a nice afternoon, friends .... He sat down and seriously
odsapnął. Other
Dabrowski approached with congratulations and smiles, then slowly began pustoszeć wee. After a while, there was only Dabrowski and small, sweaty fatso.
- Rysiu Well, congratulations - the fat man moaned - unless a good feeling to become a day to day leader of the most popular party in the country, is not it?
- Stefan, I know that it is your merit - Dabrowski answered - if not for you ...
- Whore, Czesiek was my buddy, you know! I hope you keep your word - charkotał clearly annoyed with the fat man. Now, he sweated even more.
- Of course, Sven, of course. You know I have contacts here and there, he knows a few people in this country, I will not this skurwysynowi, not just give.
- I wonder how? What? But cops have it already! - Roared Stefan - you whore bring it to me in the teeth szmatławcu you understand? In the teeth you bring me his unfinished eggs and fuck do I care how you do this ... - he said through gritted teeth. Drops of sweat on his face, raced with each other, which first drops onto the floor, or on the jacket. Stephen stood up, looked yet Dabrowski and left slamming the door loudly. Dabrowski was now standing alone in an empty room and wiped his sweaty forehead. Now, he too began to perspire. He knew he must keep the promise I will share the fate of Czeslaw.
Superintendent hovering nervously Wysocki after his surgery. On its own salary bought a miniature carousel, so shooting in this small room was not at all difficult or burdensome. The suspense was waiting for a phone that was silent as if to spite the morning. Wysocki control posts every few minutes, lift the handset to check if the camera is not broken. Fired another club and sat at his desk.
- Especially today, my balls itch - he said aloud to express amusement. His good humor
ripped to shreds ringtone.
- Wysocki, listen. Yeah. Sure, give it immediately to me. Whore Szczepanski se egg are you doing? Clear that the whore in handcuffs!
- came mate, yeah - he whispered, Wysocki and fired another cigarette.
guard of eight policemen, led me through the corridors of the Main Police Headquarters in Warsaw. Everyone, without exception, police officers, which passed in the corridors I respectfully saluted and bowed. I understand that I give a tribute.
obitymi stopped at the door by upholstery.
- żenada - I thought we would go inside. Wysocki sat on her carousel and a tiny fire. His face expressed absolutely nothing.
- Wysocki i fuck! You continue to smoke is a smelly shit! - Burst out laughing. Wysocki
jumped up from the carousel.
- Gentlemen, please leave us alone - said nobly commanding tone.
His voice has always amused me, especially when he has something serious or important his speech took on even ironic nature.
- Sit down Raphael - cast - please. Burn? - Wysocki drew towards me a parcel Club.
- Zapaliłbym - I answered - but certainly not the club.
- It does not burn nothing - he smiled Wysocki - let's get straight to the Raphael, who gave you this job? Who? I know that this was not your idea, so who? Who invented a whore?
Silence filled cabinet. Stared at each other. Wysocki had aged much since the last time I saw him, the rest I was too old.
- And what is there with you ...
- Whore Se eggs do not do Raphael! - Shouted Wysocki - these are not whore jokes! Zajebałeś Prime Minister, you understand whore? PRIME MINISTER!
- As Prime Minister is to be done to suit Evening - interrupted - and in which theater?
Wysocki looked at me and smiled from ear to ear. Only now I noticed that the stone is awful on teeth. Probably from those zasranych club and equally vile coffee you kickin 'it over and over again.
- Raphael, listen ... honestly it made me fuck it, I'm even happy because it was the biggest, you know the two largest mendy in Poland - Wysocki said calmly - but I have people above him understand? I pressed the president, you know?
- Ha ha - I laughed - presses, you say?
- Well, let's say that I much to ask - he said, amused Wysocki - let's say. Raphael, who you gave these killings? This I gotta know - groan pleadingly.
- Everything I tell you Frank, quietly, but first consider taking me some good tobacco and cigarette, damn I want to smoke, but that does not light up your trash - I said with a smile - aha, no i get to tell me rozkuli, huh?
- Sam unchain you, wait a minute - pulled from the drawer a key, walked over and undid his handcuffs. I've even heard how my hands on a relief after a few hours torture. Wysocki picked up the phone.
- on duty, give me just two of coffee. Ah! And some good tobacco and cigarette skombinujcie just a jiffy!
- jiffy it will not be because I do not have permission to fly airplanes, let alone a jet - he thought the officer on duty when the Police Headquarters involve coffee. For three days it was aching tooth and felt that flu closes in on him.
***
detention in the cell Rakowiecka street in Warsaw was dirty. Dilapidated walls of the prison told the stories of whispering crumbling paneling. Stank urine and feces with a touch of mustiness and starch. Green pulled out an envelope from his pocket and turned the Golden Virginia cigarette. Delaying the moment of his firing, then dragged the smoke deeply. Now a bunch of stink having been fulfilled.
- Well it Wysocki Virginie arranged for me - I said out loud - what is the burn ....
Wysocki did not know if he understood what was going on in this whole matter, whether he understood anything of what he said during our many hours of conversation, or rather my hearing. In any case, I gave a 70% chance of success of my intricately engineered the plan, plan where and Wysocki had to play a rather important role. He ended the next day, and I'm not sure if I manage to finish it all. Now it no longer depend only on me.
Dabrowski nervously flipped pages bound in the skin of its schedule with the crowned eagle imprinted on the cover. His apartment was tacky and totally niegustowne. Oak furniture with brass handles and fittings, gilt frame horribly kitschy landscapes, whose mottled colors were completely at the rest of the colors found in the interiors. Upholstered by upholstery seats and chairs, glasses and wine glasses engraved, library formed the kind of antique style and an equally ancient literary works, like standing on its shelves. The only smell I have ever endured Dabrowski was a smell of mothballs porozkładanej his beloved in all the corners of his vast and extremely trashy apartment. Dabrowski himself posed the kind of ancient but really the same well-covered by upholstery and was steeped in mothballs przydupasem small, thick and ever przepoconego Stefan Starowicz. Revenge they swore to my colleagues from the headquarters of the Party for Human superior to him and he seemed well aware of this. He was convinced of their helplessness, which is why so eagerly search through the pages of his schedule. He wanted them to find salvation, deliverance, which could take him even higher in the political hierarchy, could lead him to the top of this pile of shit. Dabrowski finally smiled and sighed with relief. Finally he found the phone number for the blessed blessed man.
- Well now you Cold stiff - he laughed with his wit - now you will be lard. Loud closed fixtures and tapped the number on the keypad of your phone.
Tobacco smoke filled the inside of my cell. I sat on the floor drawing back of the ruin walls. Plaster poured from it in my every breath.
- Far too much smoke - I thought - but what are we to do? Jaws
key in the lock blew my mental agonizing. On duty brought me breakfast - if ever such a meal deserves to be called breakfast. Together with a mug of lukewarm tea dirty got two slices of bread with butter and liverwurst. Duty officer looked around and threw a newspaper at my bunk.
- I'm not that ...
- Close and read - on duty stopped me - you read it - he hissed. When I opened the robe of one of the most popular dailies, the roar of a header from the first page chrobotającym merged with the key in the lock.
- President of the Republic the main suspect in the triple murder - read aloud - Could whore - I whispered - Wysocki is written down. I started reading, reading biting liverwurst sandwich.
"Yesterday late at night was stopped at the disposal of the President of the Polish Prosecutor's Office. Both Police Headquarters in Warsaw, headed by Superintendent Francis Wysocki and prosecutors refuse to comment on this. We can only guess that there is evidence or circumstantial evidence that the President of Poland Adam Wieczorek is implicated in the perpetration of a few days before the murder of Czeslaw Pliszka - President and leader of the Party People, Prime Minister Daniel Rotta and his driver, an employee of the Government Protection Bureau, Lieutenant Christopher Pełki . We also remind that the police stopped the direct perpetrator of the painter Raphael Z. Sosnowiec. The reasons for murder are not known, however, surprising are the reactions of ordinary people who clearly divided into two groups: the first, larger group, supporting the criminal act of Raphael Z. and a second, smaller, consisting of the listeners of Radio Maryja and the extreme right-wing factions of the Party People who are calling for the stoning of Raphael Z. From early morning crowds of people gather to under arrest investigators Street. Rakowiecka in Warsaw, chanting slogans and demanding the release of a national hero and make the detainee Rafal Z. The right-wing militias Party People, calling for the death penalty quoting the bible: an eye for an eye. With every hour arrives people. We fear that at any moment could be riots. And as you
odnosicie to this case? We look forward to your opinions. If you are behind the release send SMS to the number 8835 in the text by typing U1, if you're for the death penalty send sms at number 8835 in the text by typing S2. The cost of an sms 2.45zł + VAT. Among all voters draw lots for great prizes. "
- Well, now Frank pull me out of jail, give protection and the status of a crown witness - rubbed his hands with glee, a plan began to live its own life, I was already redundant and could again sink into the comfort of their mediocrity. I could in the end, even comb the entire globe in search of my daughter, I can afford, in the end even I can afford it ....
dark apartment in the basement long ago forgotten that anyone would be clean, not to mention the painting and washing windows or floors. Killed the windows were shaking every time I passed on a nearby street car. The prevailing gloom here complements the unimaginable mess, woven over the years, throwing garbage in the corner, food, packaging, pets, bottles, excrement, vomit, smelly, dirty clothes, broken furniture and everything that you're not even able to imagine. Mold and fungi pączkowały in all its glory in every corner of the apartment. Anyone who would come there for the first time not knowing what is on the slippery dirt from the hole he would have vomited, and maybe even fainted. Fresh air, busily been missing since the doors of this shrine a big bow, and though time and miewało suicidal gesture to get to the center of the sanctuary, it all ended up dead on the nail muśnięciu windows where the than how it was impossible to have open. Anyone who knew the apartment and the tenant did not dare to even go near. The tenant who lived this accommodation was monstrously skrzywionym mentally, two-meter, an obese monster. His face, once crushed in an accident at the mine was in a contorted grimace poczwarnym. Bald, shapeless giant skull and lower jaw forward unnaturally extended complemented the image of the beast. Klaus Spyra better known as Lard now sitting on his couch and carefully kartkował bold book. Cards notebook models were filled with collages porn doklejonymi heads of saints and blessed the women who cut out the lard from the parish church magazines and pictures. Grunted when she began to fulfill his desire for a huge member. Lard rozsunął fly his pants and reached into his hand. Then there was a knock at the door. Lard's deal with did not. He did not want to interrupt this moment, we celebrated with reverence several times a day. His swollen, huge, smelly dick mlaskał with delight, when Klaus gripped it with his monstrously huge hand. Knocking ustawało however, and slowly drove Klaus crazy.
- Klaus is me, your cousin, we have an appointment - to dispatch a voice from behind the door - open it's me that is Rysiek Richard. Lard
just finished their ritual and was not going to not open or a stop, his small pig's eyes mist shrouded the coming orgasm.
- Klaus open, that I am Richard - the voice behind the door persistently breaking into between the lard and the head of Saint Barbara glued to the body of a model with huge, drooping breasts. Lard groaned in spasmodic ejaculation of sperm that spurted straight into his trouser leg.
- Klaus, I have a job for you, I'm Richard.
- Zara, jerunie! Already lie! - Lard rubbed his hand he bellowed sperm in leg - I lie se nos szczewiki łobleke! He walked to the door and turned the key.
- Szczynść God! Wlazuj Richard wlazuj and siednij se kaj there chcysz - Lard said, giving welcome all sticky and smelly from the sale of sperm, which onanizował even a moment ago - ino my bucket with szczynami not wylyj!
Monday, January 10, 2011
The Word On The Street Bible Online Verses
James Muthuri - the process of adoption
boy just turned 4 class. It comes with many children, whose situation is really dramatic. Father alcohol abuse, children and the mother herself is not able to feed their children, because in addition to four older children have a baby. From talking to the school, we learned that James and his younger sister often come to school, crying from hunger and teachers to bring them food posiliły before lessons. Science went to them very poorly, but the teacher Rosaline - Sister James - she explained to us that this is due to malnutrition and disease continuous and frequent absence from school. When we talked to the children's mother learned that often can not sleep at home when his father comes drunk and sleeping escape even after several days in the field. Housing conditions are also a family drama. They have a unicameral cottage molded from mud and cow dung, and her knocked together with a few sticks bed on which the father and mother sleeps with the smallest child. Older children sleep on the floor of the rice bag. But there is so little space, it's hard to even imagine four children sleeping on such a small area. This year we plan to send to school two younger siblings since September the children were also subject to the draft supplementary feeding and medical care because of malnutrition and untreated malaria were very weak. 
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| 78 - James Muthuri |
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Red Italian Table Cloths
Part Two, Part One.
The first time I saw Czeslaw I could not help the derisive smile. Its extremely dark, lush, disheveled head of hair falling onto his forehead, that covers the ears in a manner typical of the bad hair cut. Clearly asymmetrical face contorted brows, and in contrast to the dark-colored beard hair light blond, and characteristically extended lower jaw form a picture of wanton individual, who at every opportunity had to live on sexually wherever and whatever. Czeslaw repeatedly told me the story of his jacket, which is supposedly his great great grandfather got it from Napoleon Bonaparte as a reward for good housekeeping after caesarean pekińczyku. Bonaparte reportedly confided to his ancestors, even in a moment of weakness Czeslaw told him that a Pekingese that is perfectly minety semi-skilled to do that just loved Napoleon more than anything.
Now I look on the face of Czeslaw have the impression that I would never meet someone like him. I hated it for years, because he always tried to be better than others, and as a result and so I was always better. Czeslaw knew nothing, nothing he could do from beginning to end, and even if whatever he was able to complete it and this turned out to be a complete failure. Czeslaw tried to commit suicide, but that it did not work. He asked me whether I showed him how to make them correctly, but somehow I was just terribly time for such fun. I am that I was busy stacking puzzle with 5000 items - a view depicting a polar bear tearing apart a small hare. The whole scene look at the foxes and small fluffy ball courts. I remember that, until recently, Czeslaw had me feel sorry for the fact that I showed him how not to commit suicide.
special day for both of us was a wedding of his beloved Czech Karolina - horribly obese polytechnic student. I do not know what Carol saw in him, but love was to death. With the rest killed a week after the wedding when it became apparent that Czeslaw recorded secretly in the toilet sounds of her bowel movements, and later at odsłuchiwaniu onanizował these jęknięć, pierdnięć and the noise of flushing water. Carolina had cut off the foot the ball into the metal and bled in the bathtub. Apparently, go hear that you found it Czeslaw, drowned in a bathtub full of blood, he thought that Caroline has bought a pig and dropped her with her blood on his favorite sausage, so no wonder a lot filled with buckwheat and blood of his beloved wife of sheep intestines. Half the town zajadało the front device. Unaware of the rest of the pig Czesiek zapeklował - uwędził Carolina and the nearby allotments. Feet to this day not found ... .
Sometimes I wonder what he really was connected me with this monster in Czech? I guess only that they both liked to scratch needles after lamperiach staircases of old buildings. I remember Czeslaw relished and urine musty odor, which roztaczały staircases, was sort of a connoisseur of such odors. He told me then that he wanted to have the perfume, which smelled like mezzanine that houses the 29th Slavonic
as previously mentioned Czeslaw nothing he could do well so decided to become a politician. In a short time made a stunning career, a group founded by him called "Party People," occupied the top of the popularity charts. Czeslaw became an enemy No. 1 among others, existing leaders. Hate him so much that they decided to get rid of it at any cost.
remember when the postman on a cold January morning to throw the letter in my mailbox blue, old-fashioned envelope. For a long time I watched it from the window, hiding behind curtains. The letter was short. It contained only a few sentences wyklepanych on the machine:
Sir.
As we witness this type of service you also for the government, we ask the Honourable the Lord to remove from the political one junk yard, that the expression of us as he 's under the skin. It pollutes the environment so that we have made an irrevocable decision about his immediate disposal. Price does not play a role. Please reflect on our proposal and respond by writing to PO Box 789 - Warsaw.
Sincerely. DR
immediately guessed what is this garbage to pollute the environment ... . I did not want to be sentimental as a scum and I always hated everything that was connected with politics and politicians wrote back. My letter contained an affirmative answer, but also the sky-high - prohibitive as it seemed to me the amount paid for rubbish collection.
response provided courier. Money contributed to my account the same day.
sat with Czesław in a small café in downtown, imported smoked England Old Holborn tobacco, which is filled with incredible delight of my lungs. His delicately floral taste my lips contorted into a permanent grimace of a smile. Czeslaw got drunk in small sips espresso and hot chocolate pogryzał cookies. His casually chosen suit gave me with disgust.
- Take a walk on the boulevard - suggested.
- Oh, cool - Czeslaw replied - I have not walked everywhere in these limousines - Czesiek laughed.
- You see, when we had become friends, even in times of elementary, I always wondered what really kept us with them and really do not know to this day - drawled through his teeth - unless you know me well, no? - I asked, twisting a cigarette.
- Probably yes - Czesiek replied - a little bit of time poobdrapywało lamperii - smiling a full fledged ... .
- Well, that's you know you can not stand anything that involves politics. You should know - fired cigarette hiding in his coat pocket an envelope of tobacco, cigarette and lighter. - You should know ... .
- I know, I know after all I know, whore - nervous, "said Czeslaw - why do not we see each other quite as often as it once was, with the rest of me too I have no much time at once, you know the duties, ha ha ha - he laughed theatrically clearly been upset leader of "Party People"
creaking chilled with snow came the evening. I put the collar and fixed a scarf. We sat the Czeslaw river. Czeslaw stared into the distance, somewhere in the depths of the park. His eyes were dim and absent. A gentle smile adorning his mouth rozmywał asymmetric under the stream of blood flowing from his nostrils. He looked so innocent and peaceful. This poderżnięte throat even gave him the charm, he never had in life ... .
- and at night - I said to Czeslaw - I'm still a little to clean. Here.
a slow step, headed toward my house. It got late and cold when I took my squealed terribly steps in the soles of thrusting a thick layer of polystyrene snow. Park lanterns lit up the peach juice, light my future. I knew what I do now, have made the decision at the time when I was reading on the machine Tap the initials of the prime minister a letter signed - Daniel Rotta.
- Time for you, motherfucker, this enabled the same to me - I whispered through his teeth. Then I reached the wooden gate of my house. The door creaked and welcome kłapnęły teeth samozatrzaskującego the castle. It was almost 22.45.
not liked my Warsaw apartment. It was spacious and bright loft house located in the heart of the capital, modern design with beautiful abstract images of a completely unknown artist from Bytom. I do not know, I do not know why he did not like. Maybe just because it was here that left me, my wife, taking my baby daughter.
- Just finish the case and be looking up - told myself greasing slices of dark bread with mayonnaise. Prepared on a plate next to the cucumbers and tomatoes in fragrant olive oil, garlic, smiling be carefully dismembered pieces of feta.
- even a cup of coffee - I smiled to myself.
After breakfast I called Rotta office asking for a meeting. I wanted to talk to him personally, but strangely enough just went somewhere and was not in town. I left my phone number's answering machine. I knew that the call back to me as soon as he could. In the end no one was getting to him. One can say that it effectively "prepared ground" of his political career.
Approximately 15 of the phone said the self-extracting unbearable amount and quality of sounds.
- Here Rott, what is?
- Relax, do not panic, I have an interest to you - I said.
- How can I make it with you for an hour, hahahaha - already answered clearly laid back Daniel.
- Waiting.
Rott, of course, a lot of late. There is always late and never kept a word. Repeatedly disavowed his words and deeds. Sickening stench of his sweat, he tried to hide under the coat hyper-elegant suits and shirts flooded Chanell Egoiste perfume. Although the perfume was aptly suited to his personality. His glued to the remains of bald graying hair, overly large nose with pink and red stains, and drilling small holes in unspecified color image that complemented skurwysyńskiego, hypocritical scum. He was a fascist extreme right of the beat per kilometer of rural origin.
- Do not remove shoes Daniel - I said to him, knowing how his feet stink, rot for years in gumowcach.
- Well, let's get to the point - what is this business? he asked eagerly as if he had to choke his greed.
- drink something? - I dropped to the shoulder, coming - pure, whiskey, koniaczek?
- Give Pure.
I poured in a 50 gram glass and gave him. Daniel hałstem one tipped him and he drank. Grimace on his face was different than usual. Grabbed by the throat and tried to scream, but the hydrochloric acid from the glass effectively blown his throat with the vocal cords. Writhed like a worm.
- Bath time - I whispered in his ear - finally get rid of the smell once and for zawsze.Za remnant hair dragged him to the bathroom, where he was waiting in the tub bath with hydrochloric acid.
reloaded the gun, I made silencer on the barrel and left the apartment. Daniel quietly been taking a bath so I'm sure he will not interfere with my absence.
- Good evening, sir, that you heard the leader of the Party of People kill someone? - I heard a familiar voice on the staircase.
- A good evening lady Matyldo, no, I have not heard, I'm not interested in politics - I replied with a smile.
- Do you know who that was? This extremely popular with white beard, but hair was dark. I did not support him there. It is said that he was murdered in his home town, on vacation was. Already they are even on the trail of the perpetrators - Matilda whispered.
- That's good, it's good ....
- No, and that he allegedly slit the throat of someone, brutal murder of women, bestial, they say that the work of professionals that settle there or something.
- It may be possible ....
Matilda leaned toward me and quietly added:
- I chujowi well, I do not regret it there even though I am Catholic and I believe our Lord Jesus Christ, but who saw it live for 600 zł annuity? As for me, let them all murder motherfuckers, pish, Reptiles fucking, thieves!
- Let you not be nervous, you Matyldo, you have the pressure jump.
- And give you peace of mind - she said, and turned on his heel disappeared behind the door of her apartment.
I stood at the gate and watched the parking lot looking for a standing government Lancia. Light yellowish light ran down the silhouette of an armored vehicle business, drawing in the twilight of its characteristic shape.
quietly approached and knocked on Daniel's phone on the window. Upset BOR-sheep odburknął only
- Get away!
- Lord, here I found a phone near the car, can you? - Accosted him.
- No, not mine - he replied - you go away!
- Mr route phone, You are allowed to see someone you lost, you see the way the phone - I continued pressing on the car window a very high model Nokia with a gilded frame.
- Whore show you this - he said BOR-sheep pushing the glass.
- Please - I said, putting the barrel of a gun through the window directly into the surprised faces.
I hated as a child's train stations, which gave me the stench of revulsion and disgust. Żebrający drug addicts and homeless people, ready to kill you 2zł. I watched a man a newspaper reader, who was sitting in the waiting room with me. He was the middle of the night, in the waiting room just the two of us and slimy taste of coffee is not reminiscent of absolutely nothing to drink.
- Hehehe - laughed the stranger in the back of his hand hitting Share newspapers - you saw what scandal? - He asked. Two days in a row and killed the two thieves - he went on. Sir, one worse than the other - he said, smiling at me.
- What do you say, no, I do not know nothing, which the thieves?
- Well, like what, the day before that bastard from the Party People was murdered as pigs found on the river, and yesterday I said to the Prime Minister, the hustla Rotta. Except that not much can be identified because he was someone dissolved in hydrochloric acid - whore and very well. Except that, where they found him, like that at home some of the artist, are there under the town house of the Prime Minister's car was a bodyguard of dead bodies inside. Someone ladies rozpierdolił his head in this car that was not to collect ....
- What do you say, the shock of a safe country in which we live, so much of it now says it's safe, and here you look such things ....
- I tell you something, so for myself, I wanted it all the thieves to the gas as if Hitler wpierdolił and so, dear sir. I am that I survived the occupation, but such a thing as now I have not seen it yet, thievery, hypocrisy women in broad daylight in front of the world, women are legally steal - steal from us, whore, me and you too, now these young ladies as slaves, so as you can, how the hell can so bright? Must be a punishment on them in the end to come, I'll tell you, this is what it ought to annihilate them all and kill the pigs, sir, normally in the head with a hammer and drain blood like pig, ladies and black pudding should do with our president, sir, because the killer, Mr is an angel!
- Mr like an angel? The murderer kills people - stopped.
- Mr angel to fuck, I tell you that the angel, as it Almighty God sent to earth to be with this filth shrift and order in the world and at home in the holy country eventually led. I'd put Mr. monuments to him and the Nobel Prize would give him.
- Who? - Asked
- Well, as someone sir? - Answer - no this is what these politicians, you know wypatroszył, I say you are an angel ....
- Excuse me, but I'll no longer on the platform a few minutes, my train is coming, goodbye to you - I said.
- A bye, bye ....
Dawn tore my eyes when got off the train. Krakow has never, as today there greeted me with open arms. We kissed in greeting, and he even gently musnął tongue around my neck. My tired eyes fell to his heavy eyes in slow motion, I cleared down the street Basztowa drowning in the slush pośniegowej dissolved. Lead legs dragged for me as superfluous ballast, which should cut off and left to its fate. With Basztowa hospital and turned up the remnants of the forces dragging came to Pijarska. St. Florian's Gate laughed at me, beat me to applaud and improves make-up of soot.
- I have to sleep - I repeated over and over in my mind. Three sleepless nights gave me a sharp bone, no coffee, or even to amphetamine did not put me on my feet. Not thinking long checked into the hotel Floryjan, at 38th St. Florian The room was small but very stylish. Light rozbryzgiwało on clear walls so dragged blinds so as not to tire already zdezelowanych eyes. I threw the clothes on a leather sofa and sank in a clean linen sleep, sleep I needed now as never before, I had to gather strength, for me the hardest pigsticking ....
***
Street in Warsaw Puławska seethed. Employees of the Central Police Station uwijali like ants, they were all brought into a state of high readiness. After all, not every day carried out an investigation into the brutal murders of the highest senior representatives of the state. All the circumstantial evidence and the evidence indicated only one man.
Superintendent Francis Wysocki sat calmly behind his desk and fired from the flame stinky club beautifully engraved, lighter pre-war. Wysocki knew exactly who he is a murderer. Problematic, it seemed only why he did it. Superintendent, was convinced that these murders were certainly ordered that the murderer acted on behalf of someone very high-ranking, nay perhaps even acted on behalf of the president himself? Wysocki, he often collaborated with the alleged offender. Knew each other yet from the military. Both worked in the interview, and both were involved in cleaning ... . Wysocki, however due to personal reasons had to go into retirement and to the extent Superintendent landed in the service of crime.
- The problem is not the murder itself, but the payer and the originator of this project - thinking out loud with paragraph Wysocki blowing puffs of smoke disgusting. - Make me laugh as I hear the guys in the department who are whispering to each other, that finally got rid of Poland skurwysyńskich thieves and that the murderer is blessed and that it should be is a national hero not a criminal. Anyway, I have to send him arrest warrant, I must get to him, otherwise I'll never know what takes place here ... . He picked up the majestic movement of the internal handset and informed secretary to convene a check for half an hour in his office.
I woke up. Lying in bed sweating, I could not decipher my starusieńskiej cyferblatu Doxy. Tips showed 6.45, but did not know whether morning or evening, or maybe I slept with two days?
slowly got up and turned on the television. It was evening of the next day. On each channel, about the brutal murders blew nobles. The information provided to be together with my photo - as perpetrators.
- Wysocki Fuck this - I said aloud to myself - I thought that I still wait for the day ... .
vesting slowly. I sat comfortably in a leather chair, lit a cigarette and turned.
- Something wrong here - I thought - after all, if this horn about these killings and sought show a photograph of a murderer who allegedly committed this crime, then why have no one to fuck me podpierdolił the police? Even if the same receptionist. My racing myślotok power suddenly stopped knocking on the door.
- Well, now they go after me ... - I thought. I will not do the slaughterhouse, they are innocent people carry out their duties. I went to the door, turned the lock and opened it.
senior standing in the doorway, slightly balding man in a suit three-piece steel. Under the collar black shirt shine silver półwindsorski knot a tie, a man in his hand a silver tray with lid. The state of his teeth and the smell of expensive cologne pointed out that it is not sure Bellhop ... .
- Good morning, honorable Mr. - said a warm, loud voice - my name is Janusz Majer and I am the manager of the hotel. Perhaps you wonder my presence?
- Good day, indeed, surprised - I said - please, please do come inside - I suggested.
- Thank you.
Meir sat on the couch putting the tray on the bench.
- brought breakfast or dinner as you will for the honorable man - he Majer.
- I'm very happy, but please explain to me since I just Directorate respected hotel provides customers with an average meal? - I stopped.
- Well, not so average Mr Cool, not so mediocre. I know exactly who you are and what you have done for the country. You should be a national hero, I do not know whether you aware that three-quarters of Poles support your act? - Asked, slightly lowering the already low timbre voice.
- I guess you take me for someone else - I whispered through clenched teeth - I think someone is confusing you sir ... uh, sir ....
- Majer. My name - Majer. Probably not, probably not ... . You see, Mr. Cool, our country has long waited for someone like you, somebody who dares to spit in the face of the corrupt fraudsters, the filthy thieves who steal from us every day and want more and want more and more. Unsaturated carrion!
- Please calm down - he hissed - someone else will hear.
- Do not be afraid, with me you do not risk anything, I have an idea how to help you get out of the country ...
- I do not think it will be necessary, "I said, I can handle myself - I stopped Majerowi.
- Mr Cool for two days the LORD picture show on television, newspapers. Just a moment, and you will on billboards, where did you hide? But once you get caught! - Shouted Majer.
- Perhaps, but I still have something to do - I replied. - And now let Mr. Director, that consume breakfast or dinner - as you put it nicely, that you bring me to condescended.
- of course, of course, let you posili. Please consider my proposal yet, it seems to me quite sensible solution of your sticky situation, say no. Bon Appetit - threw Majer slamming the door behind him.
- Thank you - I answered him in my thoughts and I took up pałaszowaniem quail fried eggs on toast with a French baguette with basil and garlic, all zapijając strong, black coffee. It was almost 19.30.
Cold clearly suffered from a January evening, police from the talon VI Municipal Police Station in Krakow. Slides on the frozen pavement. Frost was cutting evenings dopołudniową thaw, creating a veritable ice from sidewalks to figure skating. The policemen were patrolling around the difficulty of the Market Square, again and again cursing times that barely caught the balance. They stopped for a moment at the monument of Mickiewicz, to write two punks who drink wine in public. Going into the hall
one of them noticed a familiar face. He could not remember where you know niewysokiego, grizzled brown hair, with short wystrzyżonymi temples.
- Heniek, how I know this guy - he said, pointing his finger at a small figure dressed in expensive coat and black silk scarf.
- You whore mother! It seems like this guy what he wanted in the round show! - Drawled through his teeth.
- Well, we have a rise in your pocket!
Fat commander VI Commissariat Krakow City Headquarters located at ul. Cwik 4, wheezing, and cleared his throat nervously to the handset.
- Yes, of course, EKM, echhh, yes sir nadinspektorze, of course, we will immediately transport the prisoner to Warsaw. Yes, our police patrol, as Henry Constable, and the foreman Bartosz Jastrzebski Adamus. Yes sir nadinspektorze, write down the appropriate forms for the promotion, so obviously this week. Thank you ladies nadinspektorze, goodbye.
went out of his small office and odchrząknowszy shouted
- Jozin - pack up with that degenerate in Warsaw! In half an hour will get him an ambulance from the bodyguards. Ah! And give me here Jastrzebski and Adamus - in a jiffy!
- is disturbing to me that obesity - when he thought the commander Adamus and Jastrzebski had already left his office - you guys enjoy the promotion, whore rejoice, because if I had my way I would let this man be, let him do his job - he thought.
you'd temperature pozamykał dick in prison, a man whore for 2500zł nazapierdala and this is cock! - Talking to himself, looking out the window.
- A whore jumped to some dignitary, jumped! - Continued - it wyjebią you on the pavement and without vaseline. Whore mother! I should do something to release him, say that it was not him, or what the fuck you! I should do something!
Then someone interrupted his reflections a knock at the door.
- Enter! - Cried loudly commanding obese.
- Mr Commander after the detainee arrived ... . 
The first time I saw Czeslaw I could not help the derisive smile. Its extremely dark, lush, disheveled head of hair falling onto his forehead, that covers the ears in a manner typical of the bad hair cut. Clearly asymmetrical face contorted brows, and in contrast to the dark-colored beard hair light blond, and characteristically extended lower jaw form a picture of wanton individual, who at every opportunity had to live on sexually wherever and whatever. Czeslaw repeatedly told me the story of his jacket, which is supposedly his great great grandfather got it from Napoleon Bonaparte as a reward for good housekeeping after caesarean pekińczyku. Bonaparte reportedly confided to his ancestors, even in a moment of weakness Czeslaw told him that a Pekingese that is perfectly minety semi-skilled to do that just loved Napoleon more than anything.
Now I look on the face of Czeslaw have the impression that I would never meet someone like him. I hated it for years, because he always tried to be better than others, and as a result and so I was always better. Czeslaw knew nothing, nothing he could do from beginning to end, and even if whatever he was able to complete it and this turned out to be a complete failure. Czeslaw tried to commit suicide, but that it did not work. He asked me whether I showed him how to make them correctly, but somehow I was just terribly time for such fun. I am that I was busy stacking puzzle with 5000 items - a view depicting a polar bear tearing apart a small hare. The whole scene look at the foxes and small fluffy ball courts. I remember that, until recently, Czeslaw had me feel sorry for the fact that I showed him how not to commit suicide.
special day for both of us was a wedding of his beloved Czech Karolina - horribly obese polytechnic student. I do not know what Carol saw in him, but love was to death. With the rest killed a week after the wedding when it became apparent that Czeslaw recorded secretly in the toilet sounds of her bowel movements, and later at odsłuchiwaniu onanizował these jęknięć, pierdnięć and the noise of flushing water. Carolina had cut off the foot the ball into the metal and bled in the bathtub. Apparently, go hear that you found it Czeslaw, drowned in a bathtub full of blood, he thought that Caroline has bought a pig and dropped her with her blood on his favorite sausage, so no wonder a lot filled with buckwheat and blood of his beloved wife of sheep intestines. Half the town zajadało the front device. Unaware of the rest of the pig Czesiek zapeklował - uwędził Carolina and the nearby allotments. Feet to this day not found ... .
Sometimes I wonder what he really was connected me with this monster in Czech? I guess only that they both liked to scratch needles after lamperiach staircases of old buildings. I remember Czeslaw relished and urine musty odor, which roztaczały staircases, was sort of a connoisseur of such odors. He told me then that he wanted to have the perfume, which smelled like mezzanine that houses the 29th Slavonic
as previously mentioned Czeslaw nothing he could do well so decided to become a politician. In a short time made a stunning career, a group founded by him called "Party People," occupied the top of the popularity charts. Czeslaw became an enemy No. 1 among others, existing leaders. Hate him so much that they decided to get rid of it at any cost.
remember when the postman on a cold January morning to throw the letter in my mailbox blue, old-fashioned envelope. For a long time I watched it from the window, hiding behind curtains. The letter was short. It contained only a few sentences wyklepanych on the machine:
Sir.
As we witness this type of service you also for the government, we ask the Honourable the Lord to remove from the political one junk yard, that the expression of us as he 's under the skin. It pollutes the environment so that we have made an irrevocable decision about his immediate disposal. Price does not play a role. Please reflect on our proposal and respond by writing to PO Box 789 - Warsaw.
Sincerely. DR
immediately guessed what is this garbage to pollute the environment ... . I did not want to be sentimental as a scum and I always hated everything that was connected with politics and politicians wrote back. My letter contained an affirmative answer, but also the sky-high - prohibitive as it seemed to me the amount paid for rubbish collection.
response provided courier. Money contributed to my account the same day.
sat with Czesław in a small café in downtown, imported smoked England Old Holborn tobacco, which is filled with incredible delight of my lungs. His delicately floral taste my lips contorted into a permanent grimace of a smile. Czeslaw got drunk in small sips espresso and hot chocolate pogryzał cookies. His casually chosen suit gave me with disgust.
- Take a walk on the boulevard - suggested.
- Oh, cool - Czeslaw replied - I have not walked everywhere in these limousines - Czesiek laughed.
- You see, when we had become friends, even in times of elementary, I always wondered what really kept us with them and really do not know to this day - drawled through his teeth - unless you know me well, no? - I asked, twisting a cigarette.
- Probably yes - Czesiek replied - a little bit of time poobdrapywało lamperii - smiling a full fledged ... .
- Well, that's you know you can not stand anything that involves politics. You should know - fired cigarette hiding in his coat pocket an envelope of tobacco, cigarette and lighter. - You should know ... .
- I know, I know after all I know, whore - nervous, "said Czeslaw - why do not we see each other quite as often as it once was, with the rest of me too I have no much time at once, you know the duties, ha ha ha - he laughed theatrically clearly been upset leader of "Party People"
creaking chilled with snow came the evening. I put the collar and fixed a scarf. We sat the Czeslaw river. Czeslaw stared into the distance, somewhere in the depths of the park. His eyes were dim and absent. A gentle smile adorning his mouth rozmywał asymmetric under the stream of blood flowing from his nostrils. He looked so innocent and peaceful. This poderżnięte throat even gave him the charm, he never had in life ... .
- and at night - I said to Czeslaw - I'm still a little to clean. Here.
a slow step, headed toward my house. It got late and cold when I took my squealed terribly steps in the soles of thrusting a thick layer of polystyrene snow. Park lanterns lit up the peach juice, light my future. I knew what I do now, have made the decision at the time when I was reading on the machine Tap the initials of the prime minister a letter signed - Daniel Rotta.
- Time for you, motherfucker, this enabled the same to me - I whispered through his teeth. Then I reached the wooden gate of my house. The door creaked and welcome kłapnęły teeth samozatrzaskującego the castle. It was almost 22.45.
not liked my Warsaw apartment. It was spacious and bright loft house located in the heart of the capital, modern design with beautiful abstract images of a completely unknown artist from Bytom. I do not know, I do not know why he did not like. Maybe just because it was here that left me, my wife, taking my baby daughter.
- Just finish the case and be looking up - told myself greasing slices of dark bread with mayonnaise. Prepared on a plate next to the cucumbers and tomatoes in fragrant olive oil, garlic, smiling be carefully dismembered pieces of feta.
- even a cup of coffee - I smiled to myself.
After breakfast I called Rotta office asking for a meeting. I wanted to talk to him personally, but strangely enough just went somewhere and was not in town. I left my phone number's answering machine. I knew that the call back to me as soon as he could. In the end no one was getting to him. One can say that it effectively "prepared ground" of his political career.
Approximately 15 of the phone said the self-extracting unbearable amount and quality of sounds.
- Here Rott, what is?
- Relax, do not panic, I have an interest to you - I said.
- How can I make it with you for an hour, hahahaha - already answered clearly laid back Daniel.
- Waiting.
Rott, of course, a lot of late. There is always late and never kept a word. Repeatedly disavowed his words and deeds. Sickening stench of his sweat, he tried to hide under the coat hyper-elegant suits and shirts flooded Chanell Egoiste perfume. Although the perfume was aptly suited to his personality. His glued to the remains of bald graying hair, overly large nose with pink and red stains, and drilling small holes in unspecified color image that complemented skurwysyńskiego, hypocritical scum. He was a fascist extreme right of the beat per kilometer of rural origin.
- Do not remove shoes Daniel - I said to him, knowing how his feet stink, rot for years in gumowcach.
- Well, let's get to the point - what is this business? he asked eagerly as if he had to choke his greed.
- drink something? - I dropped to the shoulder, coming - pure, whiskey, koniaczek?
- Give Pure.
I poured in a 50 gram glass and gave him. Daniel hałstem one tipped him and he drank. Grimace on his face was different than usual. Grabbed by the throat and tried to scream, but the hydrochloric acid from the glass effectively blown his throat with the vocal cords. Writhed like a worm.
- Bath time - I whispered in his ear - finally get rid of the smell once and for zawsze.Za remnant hair dragged him to the bathroom, where he was waiting in the tub bath with hydrochloric acid.
reloaded the gun, I made silencer on the barrel and left the apartment. Daniel quietly been taking a bath so I'm sure he will not interfere with my absence.
- Good evening, sir, that you heard the leader of the Party of People kill someone? - I heard a familiar voice on the staircase.
- A good evening lady Matyldo, no, I have not heard, I'm not interested in politics - I replied with a smile.
- Do you know who that was? This extremely popular with white beard, but hair was dark. I did not support him there. It is said that he was murdered in his home town, on vacation was. Already they are even on the trail of the perpetrators - Matilda whispered.
- That's good, it's good ....
- No, and that he allegedly slit the throat of someone, brutal murder of women, bestial, they say that the work of professionals that settle there or something.
- It may be possible ....
Matilda leaned toward me and quietly added:
- I chujowi well, I do not regret it there even though I am Catholic and I believe our Lord Jesus Christ, but who saw it live for 600 zł annuity? As for me, let them all murder motherfuckers, pish, Reptiles fucking, thieves!
- Let you not be nervous, you Matyldo, you have the pressure jump.
- And give you peace of mind - she said, and turned on his heel disappeared behind the door of her apartment.
I stood at the gate and watched the parking lot looking for a standing government Lancia. Light yellowish light ran down the silhouette of an armored vehicle business, drawing in the twilight of its characteristic shape.
quietly approached and knocked on Daniel's phone on the window. Upset BOR-sheep odburknął only
- Get away!
- Lord, here I found a phone near the car, can you? - Accosted him.
- No, not mine - he replied - you go away!
- Mr route phone, You are allowed to see someone you lost, you see the way the phone - I continued pressing on the car window a very high model Nokia with a gilded frame.
- Whore show you this - he said BOR-sheep pushing the glass.
- Please - I said, putting the barrel of a gun through the window directly into the surprised faces.
I hated as a child's train stations, which gave me the stench of revulsion and disgust. Żebrający drug addicts and homeless people, ready to kill you 2zł. I watched a man a newspaper reader, who was sitting in the waiting room with me. He was the middle of the night, in the waiting room just the two of us and slimy taste of coffee is not reminiscent of absolutely nothing to drink.
- Hehehe - laughed the stranger in the back of his hand hitting Share newspapers - you saw what scandal? - He asked. Two days in a row and killed the two thieves - he went on. Sir, one worse than the other - he said, smiling at me.
- What do you say, no, I do not know nothing, which the thieves?
- Well, like what, the day before that bastard from the Party People was murdered as pigs found on the river, and yesterday I said to the Prime Minister, the hustla Rotta. Except that not much can be identified because he was someone dissolved in hydrochloric acid - whore and very well. Except that, where they found him, like that at home some of the artist, are there under the town house of the Prime Minister's car was a bodyguard of dead bodies inside. Someone ladies rozpierdolił his head in this car that was not to collect ....
- What do you say, the shock of a safe country in which we live, so much of it now says it's safe, and here you look such things ....
- I tell you something, so for myself, I wanted it all the thieves to the gas as if Hitler wpierdolił and so, dear sir. I am that I survived the occupation, but such a thing as now I have not seen it yet, thievery, hypocrisy women in broad daylight in front of the world, women are legally steal - steal from us, whore, me and you too, now these young ladies as slaves, so as you can, how the hell can so bright? Must be a punishment on them in the end to come, I'll tell you, this is what it ought to annihilate them all and kill the pigs, sir, normally in the head with a hammer and drain blood like pig, ladies and black pudding should do with our president, sir, because the killer, Mr is an angel!
- Mr like an angel? The murderer kills people - stopped.
- Mr angel to fuck, I tell you that the angel, as it Almighty God sent to earth to be with this filth shrift and order in the world and at home in the holy country eventually led. I'd put Mr. monuments to him and the Nobel Prize would give him.
- Who? - Asked
- Well, as someone sir? - Answer - no this is what these politicians, you know wypatroszył, I say you are an angel ....
- Excuse me, but I'll no longer on the platform a few minutes, my train is coming, goodbye to you - I said.
- A bye, bye ....
Dawn tore my eyes when got off the train. Krakow has never, as today there greeted me with open arms. We kissed in greeting, and he even gently musnął tongue around my neck. My tired eyes fell to his heavy eyes in slow motion, I cleared down the street Basztowa drowning in the slush pośniegowej dissolved. Lead legs dragged for me as superfluous ballast, which should cut off and left to its fate. With Basztowa hospital and turned up the remnants of the forces dragging came to Pijarska. St. Florian's Gate laughed at me, beat me to applaud and improves make-up of soot.
- I have to sleep - I repeated over and over in my mind. Three sleepless nights gave me a sharp bone, no coffee, or even to amphetamine did not put me on my feet. Not thinking long checked into the hotel Floryjan, at 38th St. Florian The room was small but very stylish. Light rozbryzgiwało on clear walls so dragged blinds so as not to tire already zdezelowanych eyes. I threw the clothes on a leather sofa and sank in a clean linen sleep, sleep I needed now as never before, I had to gather strength, for me the hardest pigsticking ....
***
Street in Warsaw Puławska seethed. Employees of the Central Police Station uwijali like ants, they were all brought into a state of high readiness. After all, not every day carried out an investigation into the brutal murders of the highest senior representatives of the state. All the circumstantial evidence and the evidence indicated only one man.
Superintendent Francis Wysocki sat calmly behind his desk and fired from the flame stinky club beautifully engraved, lighter pre-war. Wysocki knew exactly who he is a murderer. Problematic, it seemed only why he did it. Superintendent, was convinced that these murders were certainly ordered that the murderer acted on behalf of someone very high-ranking, nay perhaps even acted on behalf of the president himself? Wysocki, he often collaborated with the alleged offender. Knew each other yet from the military. Both worked in the interview, and both were involved in cleaning ... . Wysocki, however due to personal reasons had to go into retirement and to the extent Superintendent landed in the service of crime.
- The problem is not the murder itself, but the payer and the originator of this project - thinking out loud with paragraph Wysocki blowing puffs of smoke disgusting. - Make me laugh as I hear the guys in the department who are whispering to each other, that finally got rid of Poland skurwysyńskich thieves and that the murderer is blessed and that it should be is a national hero not a criminal. Anyway, I have to send him arrest warrant, I must get to him, otherwise I'll never know what takes place here ... . He picked up the majestic movement of the internal handset and informed secretary to convene a check for half an hour in his office.
I woke up. Lying in bed sweating, I could not decipher my starusieńskiej cyferblatu Doxy. Tips showed 6.45, but did not know whether morning or evening, or maybe I slept with two days?
slowly got up and turned on the television. It was evening of the next day. On each channel, about the brutal murders blew nobles. The information provided to be together with my photo - as perpetrators.
- Wysocki Fuck this - I said aloud to myself - I thought that I still wait for the day ... .
vesting slowly. I sat comfortably in a leather chair, lit a cigarette and turned.
- Something wrong here - I thought - after all, if this horn about these killings and sought show a photograph of a murderer who allegedly committed this crime, then why have no one to fuck me podpierdolił the police? Even if the same receptionist. My racing myślotok power suddenly stopped knocking on the door.
- Well, now they go after me ... - I thought. I will not do the slaughterhouse, they are innocent people carry out their duties. I went to the door, turned the lock and opened it.
senior standing in the doorway, slightly balding man in a suit three-piece steel. Under the collar black shirt shine silver półwindsorski knot a tie, a man in his hand a silver tray with lid. The state of his teeth and the smell of expensive cologne pointed out that it is not sure Bellhop ... .
- Good morning, honorable Mr. - said a warm, loud voice - my name is Janusz Majer and I am the manager of the hotel. Perhaps you wonder my presence?
- Good day, indeed, surprised - I said - please, please do come inside - I suggested.
- Thank you.
Meir sat on the couch putting the tray on the bench.
- brought breakfast or dinner as you will for the honorable man - he Majer.
- I'm very happy, but please explain to me since I just Directorate respected hotel provides customers with an average meal? - I stopped.
- Well, not so average Mr Cool, not so mediocre. I know exactly who you are and what you have done for the country. You should be a national hero, I do not know whether you aware that three-quarters of Poles support your act? - Asked, slightly lowering the already low timbre voice.
- I guess you take me for someone else - I whispered through clenched teeth - I think someone is confusing you sir ... uh, sir ....
- Majer. My name - Majer. Probably not, probably not ... . You see, Mr. Cool, our country has long waited for someone like you, somebody who dares to spit in the face of the corrupt fraudsters, the filthy thieves who steal from us every day and want more and want more and more. Unsaturated carrion!
- Please calm down - he hissed - someone else will hear.
- Do not be afraid, with me you do not risk anything, I have an idea how to help you get out of the country ...
- I do not think it will be necessary, "I said, I can handle myself - I stopped Majerowi.
- Mr Cool for two days the LORD picture show on television, newspapers. Just a moment, and you will on billboards, where did you hide? But once you get caught! - Shouted Majer.
- Perhaps, but I still have something to do - I replied. - And now let Mr. Director, that consume breakfast or dinner - as you put it nicely, that you bring me to condescended.
- of course, of course, let you posili. Please consider my proposal yet, it seems to me quite sensible solution of your sticky situation, say no. Bon Appetit - threw Majer slamming the door behind him.
- Thank you - I answered him in my thoughts and I took up pałaszowaniem quail fried eggs on toast with a French baguette with basil and garlic, all zapijając strong, black coffee. It was almost 19.30.
Cold clearly suffered from a January evening, police from the talon VI Municipal Police Station in Krakow. Slides on the frozen pavement. Frost was cutting evenings dopołudniową thaw, creating a veritable ice from sidewalks to figure skating. The policemen were patrolling around the difficulty of the Market Square, again and again cursing times that barely caught the balance. They stopped for a moment at the monument of Mickiewicz, to write two punks who drink wine in public. Going into the hall
one of them noticed a familiar face. He could not remember where you know niewysokiego, grizzled brown hair, with short wystrzyżonymi temples.
- Heniek, how I know this guy - he said, pointing his finger at a small figure dressed in expensive coat and black silk scarf.
- You whore mother! It seems like this guy what he wanted in the round show! - Drawled through his teeth.
- Well, we have a rise in your pocket!
Fat commander VI Commissariat Krakow City Headquarters located at ul. Cwik 4, wheezing, and cleared his throat nervously to the handset.
- Yes, of course, EKM, echhh, yes sir nadinspektorze, of course, we will immediately transport the prisoner to Warsaw. Yes, our police patrol, as Henry Constable, and the foreman Bartosz Jastrzebski Adamus. Yes sir nadinspektorze, write down the appropriate forms for the promotion, so obviously this week. Thank you ladies nadinspektorze, goodbye.
went out of his small office and odchrząknowszy shouted
- Jozin - pack up with that degenerate in Warsaw! In half an hour will get him an ambulance from the bodyguards. Ah! And give me here Jastrzebski and Adamus - in a jiffy!
- is disturbing to me that obesity - when he thought the commander Adamus and Jastrzebski had already left his office - you guys enjoy the promotion, whore rejoice, because if I had my way I would let this man be, let him do his job - he thought.
you'd temperature pozamykał dick in prison, a man whore for 2500zł nazapierdala and this is cock! - Talking to himself, looking out the window.
- A whore jumped to some dignitary, jumped! - Continued - it wyjebią you on the pavement and without vaseline. Whore mother! I should do something to release him, say that it was not him, or what the fuck you! I should do something!
Then someone interrupted his reflections a knock at the door.
- Enter! - Cried loudly commanding obese.
- Mr Commander after the detainee arrived ... .
Friday, January 7, 2011
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New Year Old Junk
This is the last year in which we can change anything.
Returning to work after a week vacation made me realize that weekly, monthly, annual leave ends on the same crushing as if he were not there. And all that you need to go back when all there like rats fleeing from a sunken ship. I do not know whether it is a kind of self-destruction, reaping the sick pleasure of puffing pig failures or maybe desperation. I will not write about the lack of output because the output is of any situation. You also can not knock this on the fact that there is no place to go. I mean where is well known from a 6, 7 years old. Increasingly
dreams haunt me for the emptiness of life. Not that the well-known state of nirvana, and that devoid of meaning. Moreover, not only dreams, thoughts and stuff like that more definitive or less ... Leaving aside the most important thing I came nowhere where I came and there I found nothing. People once so important to me - not only because of the occupation - poznikali. You can no longer speak of moral principles, or simply those important things like friendship, art, and make something of value. The past year has finally stripped all the illusions and shattered fragments of memory into a fine sand that wind be immediately turned away to the first floor drain so much better with the most knowledge / values \u200b\u200bremained - the stench. I may not so long ago that somehow evaded me, but last year taught me that it is not worth it. So little worth.
And so long hesitate. Well, and money? Money will always be. Increasingly
dreams haunt me for the emptiness of life. That's good. Because this last year, where you can make a difference.
(witch sat on a stone and improved hair. And therefore I am. What to do next - she asked.)
Happy New Year
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