May be new.... who cares

Its about a sweet little gal, black jacket of fur and curly hairs with too innocent of expresions. She tried to deny her filth but when she took a stride in woods she was afraid of the unknown and unpredictable danger.

Every thing he loved was morphine and apart from it, he has nothing to worry about. Sometimes he talks of distractions from the world which made him feel farther from drugs and take him into the social fantasies. He imagines of being right, but what he believes, is quite different what he wants.

And thats what makes the fallacy of imagination and believe. They both are quite similar but the righteousness of the event can only be uploaded when an authority approves it.

So he and she penetrated into the deeper questions like they don't want to leave imagination but they don't anticipate to leave their innate qualities and more important the qualities that gives them the social happiness. The bread, the butter, the water and every thing else that might have taken them out the of unhappiness.

Similarity in bread and sex is they provoke you to the meanest or may be the best of your instincts. They makes us live, think and enjoy in the most unpredictable but most wanted ways.