the ages of all these things,
The pipes are unknown to **** ages
Do not be a willing party, the smoke of zero,
the radius, the robot;
it is the very beginning,
to kiss my feet out of the city, in the garden,
make a fortune, once the glory & the daughter were flickering;
They have blown the sand of the natural ******; Maecenas
the former a son of a stripper,
holding ponds; He is the loving impulse,
but do not rely on him, the pond in itself a ****** shape;
Christians should not be;
a little of the skin of the Muses,
fingers buried; she fell,
Remember, warmed,
let him be unjust to them,
whom the master
had gone against the wishes of the ages
of all these things, to understand,
Guns were made to **** in ages unknown
& do not smoke in the rays of the robot
said to be the deserted corners of the city,
once to kiss his feet, and the fate of the garden;
& gypsy, daughter skinny ******
blown sand; Maecenas given to Abraham's side
in the form of a daughter, the tenant is a stripper in the Chinese
fashion;
Do not imagine that the decline in lovers,
The Christian showing not a little skin, muses
fingers buried; and fell
Remember the warm adversary, to understand,
has been unknown to all the ages of this, **** guns,
they smoke the robot with the radius it is written in
the town is called the Lord of the angle
of the stream of languid sleep, kissed him,
& the fate of the garden of a gypsy,
the daughter of the skinny ****** of wind, sand,
Jack, a Latino mom's mouth, is for the appearance
of the daughter, holding down the Chinese stripper,
turning to imagine the lover was the Christian Church,
skin, muses little fingers buried are fallen,
Satan draws herself, sweltering she remembers;
understand this is unknown to all ages
to **** with guns, do not smoke when the rays
of the robot it is called the town of
stroke corner of the deserted kiss
his feet, & the fates of the garden, & gypsy,
the daughter of skinny
****** & blown sand; Jack Abraham, at mom's side;
is the form of a daughter,
holding the stripper is Chinese;
Turn not to the image for the lover is in the
Christian church, not a little skin muses
fingers buried; & they fell,
Remember that draws hot Satan