We all bleed, I suppose. I tuck the knife neatly into my black overcoat and turn away from the absence of life, away towards the stream of souls. Oh, ...ut how she was gorgeous. What a stunning vision of red, white, and gold all merging together in my eyes to form a dazzling new color altogether. I desired her greatly then, but I am tired now. I desire nothing but the end. If the rain grew as cold as my black heart, I would have cause to shudder as I solemnly march away from these gutters and. The bus was packed, but I found that Ashley shared the same route as I did. After school Ashley seemed to be more talkative. We shared our schedules finding out that we had 4 of the 7 classes of the day together. Thirty minutes had gone by and my stop was coming up shortly. As the bus came to a screeching stop I stood up, only to be surprised that Ashley was standing too. Getting off the bus we talked about our lives. Turns out were very similar. Both our parents broke up when we were young,. Now she pulled the pom closer to her and started rubbing his cock sheath, he started getting an erection, the red prick started popping out from the sheath and was getting bigger and thicker, she bent down and slowly sucked him, he was enjoying it, after that she got on to her knees and applied a little Vaseline on her asshole and guided the prick into it, The timing were set so that he started pounding her and she was responding well. It is said that the dogs have a great stamina and can hump. How do you know it’s bad to be dead? Not a word of truth about the afterlife has yet been spoken by mankind. There is no hell as you suppose, nor heaven that people talk about. ‘These things you fear—disease, banishment, violence—none of them matter to the dead. All of the worries, all of the torments, all of the frivolities of life vanish once one dies. Look upon my bones, and tell me. Was I wealthy? Was I impoverished? Was I beautiful? Was I hideous? Was I loved or was I despised? Was I an.