Nell, 41 - 9 ноября 2017 04:20

I do not know how I got to hell. or rather, the question is "how" and "for what" or "why".
But I'm here in the underworld, the haze is above the ground. Local devils fuss, new demons come, occupy the best villas.
This place not for angels?
We have non-alcoholic space "Germes". Rather, I have. Under my tutelage, so to speak.
For three years I worked here alone until a couple of angels from Sweden joined me. Now they are in Sweden and handed the cafe
angels from Germany. Those too were found to replace angels from Sweden, while they were in Germany.
There are already seven of us.
This is if I consider myself an angel.
But how to count the angel of a succubus, if only to call mercy that the Maid of Lilith collects surplus energy, not allowing to wander and stagnate.
In any case, I was always interested in a dangerous experience with the interaction with large predators.
Angels must fight and train constantly.
And to whom do I count myself? There are T-shirts 50% angel 50% devil. I need this. Give me such a jersey.

Having lost the one who inspired me, I found inspiration in another.
Human love bears the face of a desperate cry of admiration for beauty ...
Love is a disease. When tears flow, it looks like illness outside.. Within the tears there is delight and a silent cry of joy. I am alive. That's what he means by this cry.

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