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Oct 2018
Maybe ******* the tongue of the Jews
with the fog of darkness will bring an image
of skimpy drawers from the books,  which were prostitutes,
which were abstract yellow single shot pistols.
Eve fell in the light of the burning, breaking
of the very Holy separator to paint the things,
knees on the order of a dog; the rise of the police
to speak with the Beloved;                the state of the mother ||
of believing the living ***** semper accumsan
Cras warming taking it from the split; however,
it is illegal for a monster to die,
Ivan does not have the ability of this
and his feet are the daughter of a man quite hairy,
and belted with a belt and thin as the wind
is a common point of rain, the planet
and as you know the background that was
numbers we are crazy, and the songs of the muses
were enervated by ladies trapped skin,             take some food,
holding the sense the colors of the cold kiss
of the land of teenagers under the Hill
and see the extensive parts of the talk is lies,
the fate of the couple is loving is a question;
Yeh, a smart, that is, Paul sat on the incorporates church wood,
Crystal realizes for the first time,                              then rocks,
Phyllis in pain, hand over nose and palate,
his brother Mark, milk, eggs and Penelope
are sushi. And the free Pakistanskya food
incorporates cybernetic feet. It is not infinite.
Because this is life.|
Johnny  Noiπ
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