My Eternal Guilty

Posted by ctozeng on May 24, 2010 0 comments

“Honey, I love you, I will make you the happiest bride in this world.”

“I want to stay with you only, forever.”

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“Why, why, why you did this to me, I already have our baby, I hate you, you are such a suck up!” She cut her hair desperately and kills her baby, paralyzed staying in the corner, weeping for the baby who dies before coming to this world.

“Be dressed! Don’t tell me that woman ever dressed in her life. She stood in the middle of the room while her bonne—no, her husband—it must have been a man—threw her clothes at her. She then did her cheap lace wigs with her fingers, and rubbed her bra under the bed. I know she did, as well as if I had assisted at the orgy.”

Who is she? A good question to begin with. She is just a creature. There were at least half-a-dozen men round her, and she appeared to be going to sleep in their midst.

She is called the Blooding Rose. Every night, men would call her name and ask for service. She doesn’t refuse to serve for anyone, old & young, ugly & handsome, dirty & inspected; Men suck her juice and she sucks men’s body, this is just an exchange of demands and supply. She is look like a money hunter but men hunt her body, her soul.

Tonight I meet her in the nightclub, and I also call her to serve for me. She steps closely with wriggling her body, cold and revolting. I can’t see anything true on her but the real lace wigs, she smokes in my hair and does the lap dance in front of me. I feel very frustrated and crazy. But I see the blood drops in her heart, I can not control myself, and I got the impulse to drag her body and tear her disgusting wigs for black women. Son of bitch!

If you are so interested in the question who is her husband? Go and call God, this man should be convicted to a death sentence. He should be in the hell.

I would rather save my wife and our child with my death. God, please forgive me!

To be a colorful woman

Posted by ctozeng on May 21, 2010 0 comments

To be a colorful woman

Daddy tells me that I can do anything but never to do harm to women, they are always changeable: they could be a lovely pussy in your hug but sometimes they could also be a crazy bear or a vicious snake in your heart.

The woman heart is just like a dark night, i can not find a proper word to describe this emotion, so I can just say women are a great group living in colorful lace wigs. This morning, you will see the woman you love is in a very normal hairhuman hair. They are called scorpion beauty. Their nightlife is always colorful, they are dancing, singing songs, drinking, screaming or just sitting in a corner listening to music with a glass of cocktail. We need to say urban life has become more and more weird, people are just running for their jobs at the daytime, but they can only be drunk so as to forget the exhaustion and enjoy the party time with their intimate friends. They shout at each other and share their bed things so excitedly. Why they can just be so crazy to do those kinds of things? You will find out that most of them are wearing wigs for black women so that they just think they can express their emotion freely in another appearance.

People are always thinking about how to read deeply into the heart of a woman. They could be anomalous：they will kick you away when you are attempting to get close to them, and they will show their flirtation when you are away from them. Maybe this is the principle of humanization; people are all living in an abnormal and silly emotional world. Man will love the capricious women more so that they can also be unstable in their love affairs. It’s fair.