Night Junkies Page #3

You are crazy, man.

Yes, you are crazy.

Once I saw a documentary...

on this type.

Eh ... how is his name, Leroy?

Timothy Carey.

Timothy Carey.

So this guy says

that our farts...

... they break the wind...

... they cut the cheese...

... they are a bomb,

or since you want to call it...

... for a reason.

It is to liberate toxins...

... that of another form they would poison

our bodies.

It is true.

And that every fart that ... we retain...

... it takes five minutes of life from us.

Now, the people in the civilized society...

... it retains his farts ... for being polite.

It is a fact.

They are killing themselves slowly

only to be polite.

Also, this Greek doll...

... the type of the triangle, eh...

- Pitgoras.

- Pitgoras.

Also he believed that we were losing

something of our souls...

... with every blow of the ancient wind.

So not only we are killing ourselves...

... but also sticking

to our souls.

Who wants a soul?

You...

... you are...

... a fart.

And I love you out of my bottom.

So:
what is what you want?

You want that he promises you

that I will leave them to you and to Ruby in peace...

... so that they have lives happy?

This is what I want.

What do you see, son?

I see the guy that hurt our baby.

I see the guy that hurt the sensual girl.

Good, what bad luck.

Vincent?

That is for the sensual girl.

That is for me.

My direction.

Ruby's letter is so bad as

his taste for the men.

It has gone away.

You killed it.

It did not have the intention.

Only it happened.

The things ... only they happen.

This is for Ruby.

So you throw them here.

Yes. A small community that

he rests at the bottom of the Thames.

Do not speak this way. It is not pretty

or sweet. It is horrible.

Yes, I know it, but...

... what can do on this matter?

Unless you want to leave a track

of bodies that lie everywhere...

... so that the children are stumbled.

He would be like a drug addict

that throws his needles to the street.

Are you ready?

Why?

For your first time.

You must be joking.

Only I tell jokes when

the public is drunk.

You can feel it...

... that one famine?

You can hear it also: not?

So ... you are here alone

at this hour of the night.

Something says to me that you have a history.

Yes?

What happens?

Not at all, fondness.

Not at all.

Then:
where is your husband?

Probably f***ing

with one of his amiguitas.

In the fifth flat.

On his office, perhaps.

I hope that he should be enjoy it.

Do not worry, fondness.

It does not hurt already so much.

I already overcame it.

Only I feel numb.

Vincent, we go.

I am so boring.

So boring.

I have forgotten of how feeling.

Only I want to feel something.

Any thing.

Forgive, lady, but we must go away.

Vincent.

Ruby.

Sultame.

You might kill me if you take too much.

I feel it.

I will not be the addicted one, Vincent.

I it will not be.

I feel what it spent to you then.

But this is different.

We do not want this.

We need it.

As the oxygen.

We need the blood.

How do you know it?

Have you tried to leave it?

You are an addict. Instead of to the heroine,

to the blood, that is quite.

I will leave it.

Only you are spending an evil

moment with the nightmares.

You will get accustomed to them.

I have already done it.

I will leave it.

And I want that you do it with me.

So we enter a pharmacy.

I went to the deposit...

... and I found Valium and other drugs

that are given to the persons...

... so that they overcome his addictions.

These are the drugs

accepted by the society...

... to that we can be addicts.

Of a form or other one,

we needed something...

... to liberate us of the quakes

and pains in the future nights.

This had already made earlier.

Vincent:
fondness?

Yes, Ruby, baby?

How did they turn you?

What? I speak seriously.

I want to know it.

Was it pretty?

How do you know that she was a woman?

Was she a woman?

Yes.

She was a woman.

He did not know her. It was...

It was drunk in a bar of Soho.

He was meeting some persons,

but I cannot remember whom.

I cannot remember anything of my life

before this night.

But I remember this jezabel

that nothing appeared of.

What happened later?

I do not know it.

The only thing that I remember,

the fact is that I was crawling...

... for the alley of nearby.

It was much...

... sexy.

And then?

And then...

Then it ruined my life.

Vincent.

I love you.

Vincent?

Might you to be this one, Ruby?

Attempt to feed of those

without dear or dependent beings

or those whom they will not miss.

Sometimes we cannot be selective.

I know what I am.

I know what I have to do.

And I do it.

I feel it.

Vincent?

Vincent?

Not!

Vincent?

What happens to you?

It was afraid. What...

For God.

I can smell it.

I can smell it in you!

Do not say anything. Do not say anything!

Damned liar!

You cannot flee of what you are.

This is not what I am!

This is into what you turned me!

You!

I feel it.

Good, you should feel it.

You have ruined my life!

As they ruined yours.

You are not better than she.

Not, that is not just.

Then:
what is just, Vincent?

Is it just what you did to me?

It is just that I am trying it so much

and have you done this?

I do not know what to say to you.

It is what I am!

Ruby!

Hello, it surprises.

How does it you go this night?

You again.

It does not worry your mother

what do you walk on the street so late?

To my mother

a carajo does not worry him.

I can look after only.

So ... how is your fianc?

It is well, thank you.

Yes?

You see, he does not like: what?

Not, not, not. It becomes the difficult one.

You know how it is.

It cheated you.

Say to him what you said to me bring over

from yesterday until the night.

Yes, yes, yesterday to the night.

I was in a trio of the strangest thing.

Two warm sluts.

It could not stop them.

They loved what the man

it had for them.

Do you want a little, also, fondness?

They gave me affectionate bites.

You like the bites

affectionate, fondness?

We go, it continues.

Enter!

Vyanse.

Hear! Tongue calientapijas!

You like playing with the men: yes?

Or you want...

Leave me alone!

I warn them!

Do you warn it to us? Veto the carajo!

We go! We go!

Carajo! Tongue... We go!

You are intoxicated: not, me...

... bomboncito?

You are sweet.

But perhaps your mother did not teach you

what is better not to be a prostitute?

You like becoming the difficult one: not, b*tch?

This is what you gain now...

... that we play at making to ourselves the difficult ones.

You will be third this night!

Do you believe in God?

I believe that it exists.

Of some or another form He intervenes...

... I do not believe it.

I believe in God.

I believe that he observes everything what we do.

I want to be a good person.

Am I a good person?

The good thing and the bad thing does not exist.

Only gray in the way.

Now...

... in your arms...

... I feel myself more safe than never.

I will not trump you again, Ruby.

Do you promise it?

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