В колонках играет - dolce vita soundtrack by nino rotaНастроение сейчас - nostalgicthat used to be my motto throughout 90s.
i had no values back then. my whole life, it's nihilism,
it's cynicism,it's sarcasm and orgasm.
i wasn't a very sociable person in my teens.and that's
probably why social activity was reduced to sexual
contacts. i've always considered myself to be a very
corrupted girl...but not till i met Tania.
Tania.the light of my day.the fire of my loins.on every
high hill she played the harlot-sometimes
in telephone booths and toilets. not a dick in the land
big enough for her...one cunt out of a million...
i could bite into her clitoris and spit out two cents!
she was that good. i met her in london. it was
one of these lovely post mardis gras nights.she lay
in Tottenham Court Road with her dress pulled up and
fingered herself.my friend Elita was a little disgusted
with me because i was talking to every slut in the
place. 'But we're leaving in the morning!' that's
what i tell every cunt i grab hold of - leaving in
the morning!that's what i'm telling Tania. and while
i'm telling her she takes my hand and squeezes it
between her legs. the next moment we wriggle into the
toilet and there i stand her up, slap up against the wall
and try to get it into her but it won't work and so we
sit down on the seat and try it that way but it won't
work either. no matter how we try it it won't work.
she's holding onto my hand like it's a life-saver,
trying to help me pull it in, but it's no use, we're
too hot, too eager.
the music was still playing and so we started dancing
around the lavatory.and as we're dancing i come all
over her beautiful hand.
i step outside.there's Elita with her disapproving eye...
