******* not included
In treasury treasts of treasonic trests.
Choose they say choose but we can't identify a squeeze of moral out of you
Wo we assume you're retards who think we have to ***** in a coffin to die.
Chess mate! Chess mate! The loonatics are running the zoo again. While my therapist warbles her goodbyes and hellos with just one minute in between. I grab her rust in a desperate act to counteract the loneliness. Just to confirm I'm in the right track for securing my mental health and also charm. As we are all being filmed. *****. Poonanny Lord God Jesus. Love from Amy stares.