"My best friend from Venezuela is a social worker in word. He only specialises like in Vegas on streets of Roosendaal. A good drink and weed is a friend after work pumping pure arteries like those alteries in Vegas Fair Play Casino. Maybe you are coming late for the dinnèr in English translation from Dutch?" Her look of a gaze is intense for me like a good perfume bottle.
"That's why you say jajajajaja in the morning is sexy and excotic." Anna Ammelie brush this big uncle moustache thinking about hers love to me.
"I know what you are thinking." We do feel weird.
"His name is Black Douglas." I start to laugh.
"Why you call him like that?"
"When we lived in Bergan op Zoom I tell you what Project I was working with Ossendrecht Contract but before we took Don shots we agreed to betray everyone to do the project."
"What was Don shot?"
"The industry made us bind in two to stay safe we took Den Haag Wedding Cake and mixed Vulcanic ashes from New Zealand and human ashes to have our focus to work. We created a vibe. But project was closed for inhuman corporate ethics because one CIA agent purchased pregnant underage rape victim..."
Her eyes felt to cry and hug her stomach. "You at least did not purchase me like CIA pig Agent." I hug her.
But before I came back from balcony when everyone left thinking about my life as material thinking I am empty what I should write in my next Barnes and Noble bestseller:
I do remember when I killed my partner pig who organised mafia insolvency for international crime syndicate I killed in the right eye with electric socket screw driver.
When I swapped bikes from faster to slower in anti-camera facial identification glare. I flew up to him and sparked my speed bike glazed sparkes of the floor. "What you be..."
I hit diamond screw driver in to his skull eye socket 3AM we planned to meet his faithful moment turned around. My business partner and mafia inquisitor had mixed my business with M16 money laundering pedophilia crimes. When uncle from Germany stopped in black KIA make from Korea. He places pig in the back of his plastic loaded back. A loving melody sounding lights adjusted symphony to my ear.
My ideal wheels were delivered 5AM I had a snack waving hello to Antwerpen Police van where German made me and my friends in the hotel Pork Pasta.
Our imitant cycled over with my wheels and I left to Antwerpen for him to throw white top out and watch TV in Netherlands or read my news journal when book did not suit him.
I cycled thinking about love.
I was looking for my French love in good thinking about "amour" word and weakness is strength:
When I strike hard but my French alternative uses weakness to empty pockets fir keys and wallets.
I pulled with power the 200000 euros central Antwerpen Apartment, car and bicycle keys.
My heart was all the way. I learned I met what I like no Polish or Lithuanian asholes hit her with insulin needle because they were high on drugs looking for Russian Federation Agency.
It was Belgium National Security who made a mistake and killed her for Ambulance laughing and closing the doors near Antwerpen Centraal Station.
It was my last look on the when I confirmed her and turn around to see her.