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Glossary of generics, favourer of all merit, ****** to detach detained editorial. Some come in softly, hard heads take big splats. Lukewarmness salts thy unfruitful earth, where newborn births are stars to their own mania's, Cranium's go connected! Stretched parsels to broken fibula's! Moralist preachers teach to the misbehaved, can you account for the thousandth day you've encountered? For the slaves you've made out of your own bloodline, you've lost much of your own commandments you lowly persuationer!! Old partied savourer!!! Dissatisfaction finalizes all authories where glory is none, cheatings no more fun? Haha for you can clap your solid hands to gentled tears, for missing years are operetic in cower and palate!!!!! Wake yourself to thine nail, strike one time with a mallet for all reasonings gone, gone, gone . when its you that has lost, When its thy world who hath won!!!
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May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 10:13 PM UTC
giveth all to thy world, looseth thine own soul!
Glossary of generics, favourer of all merit, ****** to detach detained editorial. Some come in softly, hard heads take big splats. Lukewarmness salts thy unfruitful earth, where newborn births are stars to their own mania's, Cranium's go connected! Stretched parsels to broken fibula's! Moralist preachers teach to the misbehaved, can you account for the thousandth day you've encountered? For the slaves you've made out of your own bloodline, you've lost much of your own commandments you lowly persuationer!! Old partied savourer!!! Dissatisfaction finalizes all authories where glory is none, cheatings no more fun? Haha for you can clap your solid hands to gentled tears, for missing years are operetic in cower and palate!!!!! Wake yourself to thine nail, strike one time with a mallet for all reasonings gone, gone, gone . when its you that has lost, When its thy world who hath won!!!
brandon-nagley
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May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 10:13 PM UTC
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