Joven y alocada Page #4

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Coding.

Coding. That's nice.

What is it?

Something boring.

What are you thinking about?

Of what I would answer when you asked

what was I thinking about.

Well, I try to talk to you. I try.

And you:
nothing.

Quiet. Always quiet.

Don't you want us to get closer?

I don't know.

The mechanism was as follows:

I would leave, hidden among my panties,

the love letters,

my extremely private journal,

go to school, come back,

and Mother would say,

"By chance I found... "

Or, "I was cleaning, and I found... "

Or, "I found this on the floor... "

And what she had found was always

the journal or the love letters

that were filled with drawings of c*cks

because of this boyfriend

I had who didn't know

how to write a love-love letter.

Mother is a spy,

a kind of spy that's not

ashamed of getting caught.

Once, a Rolling Stone issue

in which Charly Garca bragged

about how some chick gave him head

under the piano during a concert.

"I threw it out," she says.

"I threw it out because it's perverse. "

My aunt gives me the Rolling

Stone Mother threw out

and says, "Keep it safe. "

Keep it safe.

Mother is a great censor.

Aunt is a great rescuer.

Mother got baptized in a swimming pool.

Hallelujah. Hallelujah, ma'am.

Aunt got baptized in a lake.

Mother never swears.

Aunt says f*** when she drives.

F***!

Mother is married to Father.

My aunt has had hundreds of boyfriends

but never gets married.

Mother gripes all the

time but never gets sick.

Aunt hardly ever gripes and gets cancer.

I don't know who decided

that cancer comes from

bottling up a little pain

in your heart or wherever.

I don't know who decided

that Aunt had to get sick.

God?

There are two things in this

world that have no limits:

Aunt's love and Spy-Mom's spying.

There's one thing in this

world that has no answer:

what am I going to do

without Aunt's love?

What will Spy-Mom do to me then?

I ran into your mom at the supermarket.

Creepy-

She looked at me with an evil face.

Slut, slut, slut.

Introduce me to your

mom. I bet she's hot!

I'll huff and I'll puff, and

my dick in you I'll stuff.

What's up between you and

your mommy, sweetheart?

Barbage, the tigress of the west.

Holy snatch, Tigress!

What a difficult question.

I don't know.

So many shitty things

that I don't know how

to say them in this blog.

Actually, what the hell.

I'm not sure if mother loves me, really.

Whatever, I don't

know. It's too personal.

I once read in a

Cosmopolitan about a trick

on how to suck dick with an

ice cube inside your mouth.

I never got it.

XOXO Young!

Will I ever meet you someday?

GOZPEL 1:
5 A. & T. BY YOUNG & WILD

Now comes the interrogation.

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