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Nov 2021
Pulp-threshed, deprived-brain gorilla brains, muscle gorillas still charm; it may not even be necessary to mix! Who started who on the *****?! With shameful, sanda promises, who could have shocked the eternally hopeful hemispheres better? Does the universe fire of our childhood still shine up there? The last advertising light of the Silver Age is just yet, but staying so hard! Vivid, solarium-stained meat masses are shouted like cult sculptures of health!
 
A barren search, and the researchers began digging in a disgraceful way to even save what seemed like a cheap century of time left to us! Already all cheap plays, mutual deception; as a tumor spreading as a metastasis, re-create the thunderstorm wheel of History with its own laws, only that their selfish and irrefutable lies should gain new votes! A knife knife also proved to be a small number of pumpkins worn around the necks! To adjust the arc of decline, it is still advisable in someone's bubbling, bottomless rage to always hit his denied compliment!
 
Repeated defeats have goosebumps on the backs of many, though they could have done so instead of trying to decipher the lack of resources! The Living is still sorting ******* crumbs! When does the actual Light leak through idiocy?! A curious heart if you really want to start exploring, so that a wise researcher can find the silly, parade-like make-up make-up under the thick, chubby layers of meat, peeling off the hearty, human layers! The circling nodes of the Spirit show everyone their individual paths as a passable threshold! All crossroads branches; happiness is always just the first projected encounter!
Norbert Tasev
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Norbert Tasev  36/M/Hungary
(36/M/Hungary)   
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