'''Why did the whore...'''

I'll start quoting Jack White: "I just couldn't believed!" Why did the whore ride on the very last place of the whole, stretched line of people from my class, although she does practice dancing, but I believe she is going, not will, to sell her charms in the future earning to survive? You don't know? Aaa, yup, you're not so clever as am I, I see, but I'll closer this pitiful case to you. Let the truth go out to the daylight. It was like that: she wore a black, lace pair of pants. She does not speak English. Maybe she struggles in vain, but it's very unlikely. I should have known, it could happen. Let's come to the point, she was showing her underwear to the Eteacher. But her deeds don't end here. Och, I don't mean to confess her in this place, but she's so futile, almost makes me sick and she's such a whore. I've been thinking till that time, stuff like this happen only in bad taste, bad quality movies. Unfortunately I was wrong. Maybe fortunately because now I have someone to mock, to criticize. But there's one more thing, that makes me puzzled. Had he noticed and realized this fact before, so he decided to ride on the end? He?! I've just lost all my respect I've been paying to him. Even though he's a teacher. Whose? My teacher and her. Next, the two main things I really hate on this - as sir B calls sick- world. They don't have a material look, don't have a body. Let's say they have a distinctive smell or rather an odor. They are swagger and ass licking. Right...now I'll leave the universe in order to make myself look resplendent, dazzling and sexy... The painting for today is as you can see very sunny, one of my favorites.