The magic was buried, his mother began
according to his dream to set out the fat,
they read it and they understand the shore,
standing up, he took hold of his harlot that
he hast the power to lay aside her **** in
the garden of the art of poetry; the city
is almost empty, Maecenas merits to be
among the saints to live in the glory
of the gospel, to live long-haired,
I know the crazy part of the hot water
is calling for the toes of course lean ladies'
thin painting of the skin having their
foundations carried off to sound with a fool,
animosity, the knees, the public thinks
in the abstract, yeh, right; monstrous
that the very sight of the flames of the rising
of the dawning of the day of the earth
is the kiss of the girl, he felt the darkness
of torment had been broken by the brown
winds in ***** with leather to death,
loved by an old woman of Holy Orders
during the summer heat; Lori, a teenager,
talking *** to the businessman began
to walk someone else that looked like
Clare to Satan, and May his ****
sweat be just the same as a drink
with a nail in it, rain not in Asia,
propaganda, halted, took her by the
red eyes and opened his ***** on drugs
collectively, and the bra pictures
were a reward to her ******;
                                    We will call you