A Speech On Bombay Poona Road

Physically and spiritually, blood has taken many different forms in my life and has taught me significant lessons. My first encounter with blood was at a karate tournament when my own blood was spilt due to a lack of judgment and impulsive attitude. During a sparing confrontation, my opponent was cheating in order to guarantee his victory. Despite knowing that violence would not solve anything, I was blinded by my fury and hit him with a powerful punch in the face. Unexpectedly, in a fraction of a second, the favor was returned with an even greater thirst for revenge and blood spilled down my face and neck, staining even my pure white karate gee. Not only were we injured, but, as a consequence of our actions, both of us were disqualified from the

ons and gallons of wine-red blood rushed like a stream, gushing, flowing, moving fast enough to create a current.

Before going to the bar, I invited two friends to go with me so that they could report about any kind of advances from men. The key of the night was not to examine all men, but the men who seemed to persist in unwanted advances. I went to the bar around nine and stayed there for two hours

I look up to see Officer Callahan holding the tape recorder, 'Wha-' I look to the door and watch a nurse walk in. Her butter-scotch hair is pulled into a tight bun, and when she looks at me her copper eyes shine with recognition. An Ensure Complete in one hand and a fresh bag of IV fluid in the other, she makes her way over to me.

I remember your face, for you served us wine while we indulged each other. She had whispered to me to imagine tupping you before you entered, so I have taken you in my mind with you unknowing, and thanks to your captive lady. I wonder if you’ll more desire revenge for her impropriety, or for failing to invite you to our carousing. I’d have pulled your yellow hair. My hand fists as I write, thinking of what could have been, but was not. We broke the crystal and spilled the wine in the violence of our passion upon your leaving, for she knew you were in my mind as I thrust my manhood into

So naturally as her husband sat down she curled her chipped red nails around her cosmopolitan and promptly threw it in his face. Then quick loudly might I as she began to berate him about his outlandishly jealous temper, lack of trust in her and then threw in that the poor lad that was here with her obviously had never seen a vagina before but even then he would still know how to please her more than - I believe the words she used were ‘fat tubby lard man’. Flinging her peroxide dyed hair around her stout neck she skimmed out of the booth and out the bar, carrying her ridiculously ugly heels and neon hot pink mini dress with

A nurse starts to walk in and tells me that my vitals are fine and that I'm free to go home now. as i leave out the front door of the hospital i decided that i would stay around until that doctor had finished work and was going home. it's been a few hours now and i still have no sign of that doctor. i decide that i would just come back another night and started to walk off into the distance until i see him walking to his car. i decide to follow I'm home and see what he was going to do. as he approaches his house i start to think about everything that i could do to him.

"I am Hikari Kita, and I need an ambulance. A man is having a heart attack and has fallen unconscious. He's still breathing," I told her. I found the pulse and cursed. There was no heartbeat. I moved the phone between my cheek and shoulder. "I'm going to try to restart his heart now. Please, hurry." After telling her the address, I hung up.

Blood that was being drained from my body, began to rush down my neck from the gash in my head, quickly staining my clothes a deep red.

After a long and tiring day, filled with unsatisfactory precipitation throughout the whole time, I found myself in front of a cheap hotel, wishing I was back home.[1] Not only did I feel awful, but I also looked miserable and by the way I was being stared at and treated, I probably appeared as a fugitive.[5] Despite everything, I spent the night there.[6] The following day, after running my daily errands, I decided to spend a night in a hotel owned by Dr. Brown. We became instantly close when we discovered our shared interest in books; therefore, our friendship lasted for as long as he was alive.[3] Being that there was not one place in Europe where he could not share an experience from, I pictured him as a doctor who moved from town to town.[4] He had many writings of his own.[2]

I soon wake up because of the sun beaming in through the window to my right. I then look down at my arms and see bandages. As I look around, I realize I’m in a hospital. “Darn it.” I assemble myself and stand up, removing IVs from my arms. Seemingly out of nowhere, I start to cough, and as the coughing slows down, I look down to see splatters of dark blood on my hand. I feel my throat start aching as I turn to search for some tissues.

Central Idea: India is a fascinating country with diverse traditions related to their language, their costumes, and their cuisine.

Now I can honestly tell you I never would never have guessed what was to happen next. I really thought we were just jokey mates who had not found 'The One ' yet, and this was just a meal and drinks out in the town.

Once considered the shining jewel in the British Empire’s crown, India can today be easily deemed as the huge, 60-carat diamond in the World’s flavored cuisine ring . Indian food is all about variety and is an example of ancient tradition. The cuisine of the country is characterized by elaborate cooking techniques and the use of expensive ingredients.

“Okay,” I said, looking down at the table, trying to remember if I had misunderstood what time he wanted me to come in. I realized I hadn’t based on the fact that he was sitting here waiting for me when I arrived, and drinks were already on the table. “Why did you tell me to come at 2:00 then?”