of dreams. The women Tantrumas
Tantrumą. Old
corner surrounded by a high fence area, defective and gate loose blue paint. Tightly closed. Standing at the door, cut gate hinges heavy, viscous includes fear what we do here go - here the city did refuse, garbage processing area ... Doors open for strikes smarsas handkerchief. Everything that could be the worst thing in one place - nesipraususių bodies, decaying food waste, plastic burning smell ... There is an instant loathing.
arise. Here in the city - the corner of the yard after klipatos rausiasi unclear garbage piles, floating drunkards, lame, the former brothel beauties, nasty get older, gašlūnai and perverts. Hell on earth ...
Here comes those who want to look your fear in your eyes, try out the beast themselves - there is nothing human at all. Never existed. Each city must be a cesspool outcasts, as they are not the same as those "normaliesiems, who come from a normal life - once passed through that fear to go back and forget the horrors of others - that still come back and come back pasišlykštėti incurred darkest of human senses and nothing has ever felt more confident. Even death. Because this has to be experienced Tantrume.
PS There prisapnavau both the written and reproduction of recorded ... When PSI
pulls dream recording machine? I've long been needed.
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