kafkaesque
No one is available in the hours of master need. It's funnt and sad at the same location in the space-time. I am available when I don't appear available and others aren't when they seem to be. Perhaps we're locked in this master keygen black hole of availability measures.
The morning presented itself as pleasant. I had just woke up next to his body. It was as pale as the snow falling outside, covering all the street. I simply loved being there, having my body next to his was like an eternal orgasm. I hope that I don't get bored of this one. Many times I felt this way, but it seems like each one of them were similarly different. Maybe he is the guy who'll get through all my shit. He's very patient and comprehensive. I love having him around, but, do I love him? Is he enough for me? Perhaps not as it's supposed to be. If he were in my heart, I'd stop being myself. I'd stop doing what I do best, my own rotten things. That's who I am. I can not choose wether I'm going to be on the good or bad side. To be perfectly honest, I have no idea of what such things are.