The narrow entrance, the long, narrow and dimly lit hallway, and kitchen have sucked off the light and people.
empty of life in the kitchen is warm moist and flavorful, tastes good, but Nina was vomiting on the surface of the throat, click, sticky finger on the switch blackened wire Port, a cone of yellow light rain from the ceiling, draw a perfect circle on the floor, Nina window opens, air air!, dank that smells like dirty house mixes of AFA dark street. Nina opens the windows opaque. Child crouches on the windowsill, leaned, looking down, down below, the sticky asphalt called pull pull, like a magnet. But look, all right this time, he insists, and look, lost orientation and balance, you know how we are bad here?, All women of the neighborhood, and their husbands, fat, young, fat lovers, fathers, uncles, fat, even cats, to find this angel skinny mashed on the pavement. He loses his balance and slipped. Slip on your side bangs falling behind in the one place where there is a little meat, falls, beats flesh and blood on the floor in this kitchen freddomarmo flushed sweating sweating. A surreal frost, now, from within. Nina trembles inside the dress.
taken from KissNotKill, working in progess with two hands Dino Mimmo
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