hooch from to pee by heliogabale

She has lost but she gives and she falls at each laugh. She has lost but she breathes and she’ll keep on giving all till her bones fall down, till her smile is shot, cause some could not enjoy. She has lost and she knows how tiny are her blows. 4 o’clock in the any_4th street_ she tries to be clear with the choice she’s made 40 years ago. About being clean, not the way they learn, about being far from flocks and all kinds of hogs. You can read on her face from her toes to hair, she’s stronger than the pricks, she’s just one of the hermits. And that night like any night when buzz’off blind men she tries to drink along the long thighs of silence till filling the need, till never filling the hole… time disappears… hooch ! hooch ! hooch ! till Lord’s hook hurts ! she said : » listen gentleman, you won’t fool me anymore with your thumping big lies. I’ll lay and lay for days and days till my flesh’s rested « . she gave that naked of her… hooch ! hooch ! hooch ! till Lord’s hook… inhaled the air, filled by millions of hopes and holes, filled by prays and bombs, filled by weddings, filled by murders… opened wide… her clothes she has lost… oh she howls… she opened wide herself and… let that massive tiny blow strip her naked… she gave that naked of her… inhaled the air… opened wide herself… filled by air… filled by hopes and howls… filled by prays and bombs… filled by wedding in the any 4th street.

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