Night Junkies Page #5

... I come up oppressive, that dances in his skirt

and it is opened of legs.

And the best thing: it is cheap!

Again!

You are mine!

Mine!

Your shift, love.

Only I want to forget everything.

Vaymonos of London.

I need to do it.

For us.

Only he writes the direction.

Then we will leave

and we will begin of zero.

I bet that this guy is crazy, Leroy.

So allow me to say it to yourself directly.

You come to my place

and you make me anger...

... for a ballerina.

You are crazy, man.

Yes, you are crazy.

Once I saw a documentary...

on this type.

Eh ... how is his name, Leroy?

Timothy Carey.

Timothy Carey.

So this guy says

that our farts...

... they break the wind...

... they cut the cheese...

... they are a bomb,

or since you want to call it...

... for a reason.

It is to liberate toxins...

... that of another form they would poison

our bodies.

It is true.

And that every fart that ... we retain...

... it takes five minutes of life from us.

Now, the people in the civilized society...

... it retains his farts ... for being polite.

It is a fact.

They are killing themselves slowly

only to be polite.

Also, this Greek doll...

... the type of the triangle, eh...

- Pitgoras.

- Pitgoras.

Also he believed that we were losing

something of our souls...

... with every blow of the ancient wind.

So not only we are killing ourselves...

... but also sticking

to our souls.

Who wants a soul?

You...

... you are...

... a fart.

And I love you out of my bottom.

So:
what is what you want?

You want that he promises you

that I will leave them to you and to Ruby in peace...

... so that they have lives happy?

This is what I want.

What do you see, son?

I see the guy that hurt our baby.

I see the guy that hurt the sensual girl.

Good, what bad luck.

Vincent?

That is for the sensual girl.

That is for me.

My direction.

Ruby's letter is so bad as

his taste for the men.

It has gone away.

You killed it.

It did not have the intention.

Only it happened.

The things ... only they happen.

This is for Ruby.

So you throw them here.

Yes. A small community that

he rests at the bottom of the Thames.

Do not speak this way. It is not pretty

or sweet. It is horrible.

Yes, I know it, but...

... what can do on this matter?

Unless you want to leave a track

of bodies that lie everywhere...

... so that the children are stumbled.

He would be like a drug addict

that throws his needles to the street.

Are you ready?

Why?

For your first time.

You must be joking.

Only I tell jokes when

the public is drunk.

You can feel it...

... that one famine?

You can hear it also: not?

So ... you are here alone

at this hour of the night.

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