23.40 Tower of astronomy
sighed for the umpteenth time, as I returned to my telescope, earning glares from both of which Duclos by Indo.
But what could they understand the sorrows of love? ...
Personally, I had already decided that I would take the young prodigal Cagliostro under my wing, trying to do everything in my power to help him to grasp the forbidden fruit of my pale, little fellow House, to assist in reaching the ear of the most beautiful its beam fertile, to push it gently along the winding course of
her hips, to the gates of his secret garden of delights ...
"If you stop to sigh swear I'll throw from the tower, Kastageer" Duclos look dry, without pull your eye away from his telescope.
How could such a brute to have likeness so angelic? At least Indo brute was also in appearance, but certainly less acidic than the old aunt!
"Joke with knaves and neglect the saints," the motteggiai, with the air of someone who knew a lot. "The world is populated, man, and certainly if you think we are waiting for you to populate it ...".
I dropped in the icy void the rest of the sentence, of course who should understand it had intended to perfection.
"What you had to fool with that confabulation of Cagliostro, Kast?" Indo asked me, with his rustic do we value so much, just, and only him.
"What are women, Lumnerikk" the squeezed the eye, with a coquettish air. He grimaced in disgust, as if I had
submitted a brood of worms with dysentery-jena.
"From women ?..."
"Yes, you know, Indo? Are thinner than you, with round hips, a po'gonfie on the front ..."
"But stop it!" he cried, uncertain whether to beat his forehead in frustration or beat me in the head. I chuckled, while the teacher was left to shift our goals on the belt of Orion.
I had a very specific memory of that constellation, which dated back to the summer of my fifteen years.
In my brief and troubled life I had heard of becere excuses, enough to produce a
dictionary of the same applied for the benefit of posterity! I actually could deepen the study of excuses that some men - most, alas! - Contrives to be able to duped and / or spliced beautiful and lovely young innocent creatures to nourish their tender flesh and rubbing the petals.
I could do it, because I had been so many times the beautiful and amiable young creature of the situation and have learned to recognize all the strategies, from the collection of butterflies - a timeless classic - a go-to-see-the-stars-want- show-as-shines-the-belt-of-Orion-in-these-days.
E'triste out at seventeen that nothing and no one is more surprised ...
However, there was this kind enough looking, claiming to be expert in stars. In fact, there was that one of the usual charlatans handsome and desperately lacking in means that my mother called at home, submit the case to my piteous stepfather and trying to help them, while they helped her to deceive the relentless flow of time .
"Come on, I will show you how the belt of Orion shines in these nights," I asked the subject, gently pushing down the spiral staircase leading to the observatory.
Orion's belt I had seen in passing, but its certainly not shining, and it was opened with an impressive speed !!...
The rest was sad and pitiful to remember. I did not love who mixed genres, so to speak ... or talk about stars, or shut up ... or talk about which is better! Describe
orgasmic experience with such terms as "outer space", "the agony of a star," "feel the cosmic void that swallows" gave me a blank horrors utterly depressing!
[...] I looked up at the sky, asking God to a dark and far to give me the strength, returning to lower their gaze and crossed to Hinrick, I was looking sideways at.
removable covers one of my smiles, even that could conceal Penalty & Order, and asked him: "Hinrick, come on, I will show you how the belt of Orion shines in these nights ...."
And he, though he could not have the slightest idea what hell I was talking about, shrank like a dry leaf falling next to a bonfire made of the fact half grin and went back to tinkering with his eye.
Sagan Kastageer
seventh year Ravenclaw
How could such a brute to have likeness so angelic? At least Indo brute was also in appearance, but certainly less acidic than the old aunt!
"Joke with knaves and neglect the saints," the motteggiai, with the air of someone who knew a lot. "The world is populated, man, and certainly if you think we are waiting for you to populate it ...".
I dropped in the icy void the rest of the sentence, of course who should understand it had intended to perfection.
"What you had to fool with that confabulation of Cagliostro, Kast?" Indo asked me, with his rustic do we value so much, just, and only him.
"What are women, Lumnerikk" the squeezed the eye, with a coquettish air. He grimaced in disgust, as if I had
submitted a brood of worms with dysentery-jena.
"From women ?..."
"Yes, you know, Indo? Are thinner than you, with round hips, a po'gonfie on the front ..."
"But stop it!" he cried, uncertain whether to beat his forehead in frustration or beat me in the head. I chuckled, while the teacher was left to shift our goals on the belt of Orion.
I had a very specific memory of that constellation, which dated back to the summer of my fifteen years.
In my brief and troubled life I had heard of becere excuses, enough to produce a
dictionary of the same applied for the benefit of posterity! I actually could deepen the study of excuses that some men - most, alas! - Contrives to be able to duped and / or spliced beautiful and lovely young innocent creatures to nourish their tender flesh and rubbing the petals.
I could do it, because I had been so many times the beautiful and amiable young creature of the situation and have learned to recognize all the strategies, from the collection of butterflies - a timeless classic - a go-to-see-the-stars-want- show-as-shines-the-belt-of-Orion-in-these-days.
E'triste out at seventeen that nothing and no one is more surprised ...
However, there was this kind enough looking, claiming to be expert in stars. In fact, there was that one of the usual charlatans handsome and desperately lacking in means that my mother called at home, submit the case to my piteous stepfather and trying to help them, while they helped her to deceive the relentless flow of time .
"Come on, I will show you how the belt of Orion shines in these nights," I asked the subject, gently pushing down the spiral staircase leading to the observatory.
Orion's belt I had seen in passing, but its certainly not shining, and it was opened with an impressive speed !!...
The rest was sad and pitiful to remember. I did not love who mixed genres, so to speak ... or talk about stars, or shut up ... or talk about which is better! Describe
orgasmic experience with such terms as "outer space", "the agony of a star," "feel the cosmic void that swallows" gave me a blank horrors utterly depressing!
[...] I looked up at the sky, asking God to a dark and far to give me the strength, returning to lower their gaze and crossed to Hinrick, I was looking sideways at.
removable covers one of my smiles, even that could conceal Penalty & Order, and asked him: "Hinrick, come on, I will show you how the belt of Orion shines in these nights ...."
And he, though he could not have the slightest idea what hell I was talking about, shrank like a dry leaf falling next to a bonfire made of the fact half grin and went back to tinkering with his eye.
Sagan Kastageer
seventh year Ravenclaw
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