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heat of the battle

I'm hit. I have no idea where that came forth now, but it was in any case a winner. the wind blows cold and biting my face into the glass canopy was also swept away as the rudder, the left wing and parts of the fuselage fairing, rudderless is my single seater screaming through the clouds and the earth is accelerating toward me.
I roll over me suggest, try some extent the conditions actually hold, nothing works. ? Off fail indication, my only hope is river that flows through the middle of the town half destroyed, if I strike the right angle and it is deep enough, I have maybe a chance to survive.
share away burst of the engine, sprayed hot oil into my face, it burns and stinks, I rush to the river, split seconds until impact, I close my eyes pinching the ass cheeks together scream my lungs out, I claw with feet and hands in the cockpit set, plop!
it pushes me deep and hard in the seat, the machine makes the water flat on the belly side, half submerged no meter, and then again thrown up, as this was the only waters a trampoline, running.
I open my eyes, jump past the cathedral's twin towers half-destroyed, still ended up in the cockpit abundance, injected into the water.
the burgundy red sky reflected on the calm water, I stay in the floating wreck sitting, drifting slowly and peacefully through the city down the river, it is boiling hot and there is war all around me. I'm sweating.
raise black skyscraper ruins again and again against the light, partly obscured by thick clouds of smoke tremble under occasionally impacting grenades, some crumbling at the sides, others collapse completely.
armed men running through the streets, shooting look, cover, shall not be and shot, die dramatic death in the middle of the road, the body's rear up glow in and bullets, throw guns away and dozens see war photographers from the hotel window, as they the international breakthrough with the picture of the year by the overlap is because they have exchanged their entire photo equipment long ago for prostitution and the cell phone camera does not have a telephoto lens has.
I remain relatively unconcerned, with a crisp "klannnnng!" occasionally durschlägt a ricochet the hull of my machine and I duck then one little deeper into the cockpit, otherwise I still drifting quietly on the water, watching the scenes around me cringe as close to the river an airplane crashes into a building.
I turn off my head, behold, on the other bank of an observed small piles of rubble in the middle of the battle on three elderly men, two in brown and one in white uniform
while the little brown gesticulating violently, the white to fight through binoculars and the reflective instruments in the cockpit, I see my face be bright green, as he takes the glass from the eye and I know Adolf Hitler in the corner of his eye. what's he doing there?
told him no, that this thing is long gone? is not be any war, and why is out here anyway? why he is not shot by the other, not even considered? had he not said to have shot himself long ago?
I drive past him and got him almost out of sight as the squirrel with the huge, glowing fiery red tail, which has tucked all the time already on the roof of the adjacent house, the officer's feet suddenly jumps nimbly his left leg climbs and the biting deep into his acorn. he cries out, a dark red blood stains spread quickly on the white pants, he goes to ground, tried it in the squirrel fall with the binoculars to kill, but missed.
slowly I seem to leave town, it is much cooler, the colored sky increasingly purple, the battles are weaker and I swim on a large delta, where to flow into the sea lead appears before my plane abruptly once stuck .
the water seems to be chocolate icing covered with a thick, I get off the shot-up aircraft fuselage and try to be careful with the toe of the check stand.
I sink actually a not, there must be a solid, not too moist chocolate cake act, since the founding of inexplicable under the glaze fills the river bed and only now I realize how hungry I actually now am.

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held, whore or bastard?

an old lady waiting next to you on the cross street can be busy, what are you doing?

a) I offer you my help and my galant to poor, after all, I am loved and you need long since seen grandson, who happened to 100,000 .-, or as much as it has just been on your account.

b) the lady may safely cross the street while I am driving a car window a quickie in the back offering a special price from a fifties, it's all towards the end of the month.

c) I take the lady on the shoulder and jump on the roofs of moving cars on the other side of the street, Then I bring them swiftly to the hospital, which is why they survived just on the stroke and now feels like a new person and she owes me.


you're in the football stadium, your team is behind by three goals.

a) I do not care, on the contrary. I lean back with a smug smile freely yours, anyway, I was placed on the opponent.

b) This does not surprise me in the least, but has half the team have spent last night in my bed.

c) with a huge country, I set before our bank, "trainer, they give me a jersey and they move me up!"


has a girlfriend for free cards a concert and get offers to you to accompany them.

a) I thank you politely and invite them to a drink with kotropfen, grab me both cards when she is unconscious, and go with a buddy again to grope concert to little girl.

b) I say too pleased to get her but then gets a resounding slap, as I will miss the doorman made a habit blowjob.

c) from I say, start my own combo, start by fully within a week, others involved with the band as a support and hand over the lady of my hand, proudly sports a backstage pass.


late afternoon, you come straight from school ...

a) where I pause in the great little boys in football taken with blutgrätsche legs of the calipers and then the girl of the bikes have sniffed.

b) where I am closely with the Director under four eyes on the promotion of my child (it could have even be amused by it).

c) where I use my life from a staff room in organized cigarette smuggling ring was uncovered and the unpopular students freed from their cellar hidden dungeons.


vier clock in the morning, the bar does close, you're on the road.

a) I know someone who lives quite close to me suggest him that we share a taxi. hundred meters before the goal I have to throw up and stop as the driver I run it.

b) I will stay at the bartender, I've made clear already two hours.

c) I decide to run, just as the house rises over in flames. because I save a small child and an antique piano in the flame, I will by the police drove back home, decorated the next day by the mayor with a medal and get the older daughter of the house offered.









majority a): you're a bastard, antisocial, calculating, bitter, embarrassed and never about anyone to your own advantage or just for fun vigorously to cut into the pan. not to help you more, you are sexually frustrated, you're all friends is scared away, will fall more and more to alcohol and would at best as a movie character can still have success.

majority b) you're a whore and this for passion. you live by the tail in the mouth and jump into bed with any that looked like it would make for a red light loose. that you will thereby sometimes linked also go out and empty bother you any more than that some of your friends call you every now and then bitch. with your male friends you are as a safe number of parties, however, very popular, partly because you're always in spite of your excesses carefully and are still not what have been attached.

majority c) you are a true hero, utterly fearless and who crave. wherever the opportunity offers, is doing a selfless profile to start you on the first. Your friends are the poor and weak, you bathe in their gratitude and enjoys the fame of the public. Just why is spectacular though is your motto in these actions and that you also still do a shameless good figure is self

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the reading to the dogs

whow come on, biiiiiiiiiiiiiiitch!!!!
mein langgezogener schrei schallt über die ganze tribüne, geht unter im allgemeinen lärm, ein wenig spucke bleibt mir im bart hängen.
ich nehme einen schluck bier aus dem plastikbecher und zerknittere den zettel in meiner anderen hand ohne es zu merken.
es ist kühl und feucht hier draussen, später abend, der himmel leuchtet geheimnisvoll dunkelviolett und es liegt eine gewisse spannung in der luft.
und ja, er will wirklich, kraftvoll fliegen die beine über den sand, scheinen ihn kaum zu berühren und doch hinterlassen die pfoten kleine löcher mit small piles on the ground beside it.
as if he would listen mic, as he would run only for me tonight, ran my dog by the last curve on the final straight of to Sandoval, is far ahead in this hunt rabbits on the orange, which is never caught and is undoubtedly cross the finish line first.
God personally would send his ninja warrior lightning from the sky and the earth would open up and swallow the dog so winning this would still be avoided.
rich but sometimes far more mundane things, like a huge cock.
just in the moment where I want to go back a final jubilant read, get tangled up just that oversized scrotum in the shaved hind legs of rapid sprinters, and wraps around the leg in an art that as him just before the finish in a spectacular places on the snout. but of something.
remains stuck in the throat drop me, my looks petrified when he is overtaken by the rest of the dogs.
I suffer with him, am not sure whether the humiliation that he learned of the other dogs but does not have a bit more painful than this unfortunate incident.
I tear the paper, was so sure with number five. that upon presentation of the dog, while all the other worthy in the small circle around your own cock strutted around, has shitting in the middle of the alley, made him sympathetic, plus you do not need to be a genius to know the lighter dog run faster.
still pondering on these things while I austrinke my beer, even the dogs are presented for the next run, time to take a difficult decision.