Before Leaving Left Larva Leather … Los Angeles … for a Second Time … and for a Second time again … I went back to Los Angeles … and for a Second Time Again … I went back for a Second Time to Sort my Shit out … I went back again this time as the other time the first time because of my Shit because of my need for crystal because of my addiction to Crystal Methamphetamine … But this time I went back not to get my stash which I already purchased but to purchase a new Stash … Could I afford more than a Ball … 3.7 grams? … Not really. … So a Ball it would be. … Call Rosie … my Russian dancer … Rosie! … Rosie!

I travelled over to Rosie’s apartment in Hollywood … more like Thai Town, or Armenian Town, or Philip Glass … and I chain her to the musical shamber pot og … at leasrjn
… we listened … to each other’s sex noises … she had an earthy and hearty moan … not a grunt … but hearty … just right … not too masculine … feminine and feline and feral and fascinating and flights of angels sing thee to thy escape … ohhhh, Hamlet! … Murder! … Murder! … Murder Most Foul! … Murdered by a Brother’s hand!

I wasn’t Chelsea and Arnold’s brother … sibling rivalry was enough for the two of them … they didn’t need me … but they did need me to … slice open their throats and murder them with my knife … sssllliiicccee … swifpt … spurt blood! … Sport! … Spurt blood, Chelsea! … Spurt blood, Arnold!

Oh yes oh yes oh yes … Rosie … Ohhh R;os’ie\ … yesssssssssssss … cumin baby? … Ohh uyessjjjej Sweeeeet! … Sweeeet, my love. … I was always her love … Boy she got really wet … she must’ve cum at the same time … mushy in there … let me pull Mr. Cock out of Ms. Cunt … there …

What? … Blood on my cock??? … There’s blood on my cock! … Why is there blood on my cock? … Spurt Blood! … Blood squirts and spurts …

I run out of her bedroom and into the bathroom … and threw up in the toilet … I hated throwing up … didn’t do it often … did a good job of keeping the chunks inside the toilet …

- Babe, calm down. … It’s my period.

- Your period? Why didn’t you tell me you were on the rag?

- Because I wasn’t when we started fucking … and now I am. … That never happened before … to start the period during sex … and while cumming, too! … You’re so good at making me cum, baby.

While cleaning myself up … my body as well as my mouth … she entered the bathroom and began cleaning herself up to … the blood on her legs … reminded me of the blood on Chelsea’s legs … and that made me realize why I reacted that way … it was the murder … the blood all over the dead bodies … spurting blood from their bnjhunck … blood on the flooor … blood everywhere … and now …or just then blood on my cock from her glorious cunt …

As she put on some clothes and so did I … she got me ready my baggy of shit crystals, a ball … She asked where I was going and for how long … I didn’t think of a story before hand … good going, Robert … What should I tell her? … Then I realized I had to tell someone. … So I would tell Rosie …

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Once my tale ended … and she calmed down … she thought things through … she worried about me … not that I was taking a big risk to go see Alma … which I would … but that I had no final destination … it was dangerous she said … in Russia to go on a journey without knowing where you’ll eventually stop … if one forever wanders and wanders … Less security, less protection, less armor, less and less … more fragility … more exposure … more likely to get caught by authorities … more likely to be taken advantage of by criminals.

My predicament … moving in wandering motion can be even leaves of gold … only to be crush by that gold. … She said she knew someone she trusted that could help me out … help me put my two feet together … give me a new identity … a new life … a new everything almost … Another Russian female … a couple years older than her … lived in Montreal, Quebec, the French Canadian province in Canada.

- Baby …

- Yeah?

- Be careful. She said sweetly … tears, sweet tears … then kissed me on my lips. … I’m going to miss you.

- And I … tears fell from my eyes now as well. And I … you. … Thank you.