sometime in the future...

[kulla]

...drinking in an old men's bar,
sitting alone on the table in the corner,
I see the shinny prostitute coming to me.
"what are you looking for?" she says.
"sit with me" I say, "and I'll cry it to you,
instead of the glass".
"was she pretty?" she says.
"she had blue cloudy eyes" I say.
"so what?" she says, "so do I."
"I dryed the tears with my lips
from those eyes" I say,
"so she could feel no pain."
"what did they taste like?" she says.
"they tasted like the ocean,
warm and salty" I say.
"what else did you do?" she says.
"I held her and we ignored the world" I say,
"I cooked her breakfast,
I touched her skin,
I even made friends with the sun for her.
but there is so much I wanted to do".
"what?" she says.
"I wanted to wear her in a dress,
only for me.
comb her hair
and take her to the moon.
I wanted to make her jelous of the moon."
"where is she now?" she says.
"I don't know. I don't care" I say.
"you may comb my hair" she says.
"may I?" I say.
"yes" she says.
"it's £50 a ****, 100 all night" she says.
"ok" I say.

[Fiori]

oh sa qejf, oh sa qejf.

bukur kjo

[Henri]

And then it feels like you just paid yourself it's most expensive basturmation.

Ajo:

"His touch" she says
"Like this" he says
"Ehee" she moans. His groin roams.
"His laugh -gone"
"He is alone, alone you're not"
"Let's scream" she sighs
"Let's kill the night,
and throw away what mine that was"
"A sip, my bird, and feathers come,
you fly again, the wind as light"
his hand goes down, hers doesn't move
still on her knee to lock the touch
"If with a blink" she ghasps again
"It's gone, HE goes, you cum"

[Angel_4_U]

That's a beautiful and very romantik way of describing that special one for you Kulla, i really do hope that she really does exist babe.

Because me and a speacial someone will really love to see you so madly and happily in love.

Whatch out for her and let us know when she arrives because we want to hear you say it and we will understand our selves how much more she really means to you.

Wish you all the best and all the happines that a sweet person disserves.

Love from Angel + Q

[kulla]

do not wear your hopes and worries to the one that doesn't deserve them. it is not the time to be hoping for me or worrying for me. the way I am, the never ending change has turned into a routine for me, so I don't worry and I don't worry about hope. I am happy when certain people are happy, and saying that ne formen deshirore ne shqip e cila nuk ekziston ne asnje gjuhe tjeter: Vdeksha une per ju! termet befshi!

peace
love
rape

kulla

p.s. the story goes as long as I want and it might not even have a meaning. damn! I thought I was beyond the point of explaining and ahead of the tricks of justifying the self.