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Rated: 13+ · In & Out · Experience · #1828540
A simple Reminder of Out Insipidness , A short Experiance


Red , unadorned velvet sickly red .

Flowing endlessly ; quenching , intoxicating  the dry cement  ; bringing a sense of life or rather the end of it to the otherwise dull and  filthy ground .

It was the best of times , it was the worst of times , it was the age of wisdom it was the age of foolishness , it was the Epoch of belief , it was the epoch of incredulity We had Everything before us , we had nothing before us .

1859 , The streets Of Paris France ; The Preying eyes silent in anticipation As the barrel of Red wine thunders down collapsing into the ground  , The hungry eyes eagerly waiting for their share of salvation , their chance to finally experience one perfect moment of sheer pleasure  .

2011 ,The streets of Alexandria Egypt ; The same preying eyes silently lying on different faces ,watching the fading eyes of the anguished cattle ; giving out it's final breaths before meeting its maker .

Eyes disturbed by neither it's suffering nor it's site , eyes disturbed by none other then the possibility that they might not get their share .

Eyes that haven't witnessed the soft , slow brazing of fresh pink flesh in exactly a year , mouths watering at the possibility ….

Possibility of feasting on the sweet tender richness of meat , not beans and pasta , not the leftover shit of employers , actual meat .



I roam the dissolute streets of Alexandria , In quest of a sign ,a slight prospect that the future might hold hope , recovery .

I roam the dusty grey streets between the depraved and amoral , the bitter and the belligerent ; the lost souls and desperate faces , and ever so often the cool .

And I find further proof of the degradation of our societies .

Strutting pompously , swiftly fixing  his  bright bejeweled  shirt and acid dyed jeans marching the ground in black pointed shoes. faint scar branding his cheek , commemorating an old pocket knife dual , and silver chains dangling from his tanned neck .

He scrutinizes the passing by damsels , admiring  their fully curved figures and outlines of barely showing pink skin ,occasionally dropping a few sex remarks ; especially at the shy and tentative ones since they showed the most reactions .

And sometimes he liked shocking them with a sudden gripping , then stopping at the last second and watch their faces go red with alarm ; serves them right for turning him on , shaking him up when he can do nothing about it .

I watch him at a distance sick at his sight , enraged by his immoral corruption ;  barely preventing my self due to lack of audacity and strength from shoving a punch up his ass .

And just as my rage reaches  it's peak , just as I'm ready to head home and sulk in my bitterness and anger over a  vile society , I decide to  linger for a moment as a sort of limit testing  to see where he's heading ;  to piss at some corner or shoot up a shot of cheap drug .

Just at that moment he bends over  pulls something small out of his pocket , yeah here comes the weed ; this might just be enough self- testing for the day and just before I head back ,  I notice what he's bending over for

Wrinkles covering her dry skin , dust covering the torn rags she  frantically covers herself with , black scarf over her ancient  , thread bare and worn out face .

And I see what he pulls out of his pocket , and gently places between her beat up hands ; a crisp five pound bill .

Her eyes water at this newly found treasure , and she weakly whispers something inaudible , as her lips move I can barely trace the words :

                                                                                                                                                                                                ربنايسترك

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