punk gothy suicide girl

Friend call me drunk thrusday night.
in hollywood. come now.
k.
fuck i hate hollywood.
but me with 3 vodkas chillin at home. Project pat and three 6 mafia getting me hot to meet vagina.

I arrive at the Room, big black bouncer Andre knows me and he say "what up nigga" and i say Nigga lets do this. not really but i walk in the glitz and hipster faisco, some hands waving at me from dark corner of red light. Oh hi. Fucking hipsters. I hate hollywood. vodka tonic. me and friend talk about the world and 3 girls fancy our talk and dress and approach us with class and conficdence. 2 Canadians and new zealnder. girls from lost countires, unoticed from the world staying in hollywood hosterls. 2 are cute. one sounds annoying. one has tattoes and locks punk goth. i bring her close. pasty white come here. i love her skin and the pout on her lips and the smallness of her nose. one more beer. we talk industrial music, we talk art, we talk porn. Other girl tries to talk to me and get my number but not interested. i want pasty white all over my sking. punk goth beauty from down under. but canadian is aggressive and i give in and give her number. " i really like you, your so nice" bitch just wait till i get u in bed. Not so nice anymore. k. bye. the two canadians take off, one puyking all over the fucking pklace.

Punk gothy stays behind and hangs out. my friend is talking to bouncers. 2 more beers. Punk gothy is actually a suicide girl named pandie i find. we talk about gods girls and suicide girls. i get turned on even more now. she is starting to turn on my interests more than my dick. both are there and we stumble to my car. she is hesitant. "dont worry im not going to kill you, i promise" haha, maybe. oh patrick batmen thank you for the sickness in my heart. We drive around drunk and i call lesbian girlfriend for directions to pandies hostel. We find. and park. talk for over some time. fuck, she a writer finishing a novel, got a working visa to be in states for whole year. carrer driving betch. fuck yea, come here and let me touch. you more than vagina girl. we kiss kiss. taste of red lipstick all over. she have baby love handles i fund adorable, and pu hand up skirt and she stop, she rubs my cock from outside. what. let me touch i think. i try one more time. she must be on period i think. no entry for hand or dick. i drop that issue and kiss neck and i realize im really drunk and getting sleepy. if i dont fuck i just pas out. after 20 minutes. we stop. its 4 in the morning. tell me more about ur novel. she has no number in states. how do i find u again. you can contact me through suicide girls. I tell her just to google me. I come up. talk to me there. lets meet again and start riot in hear and genitals. yeah. maybe. k, baby.

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[Dana M]

Is English your second language? Because my brain hurts, more than normal.