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The gray sky is still shouting about something. When everything seems bloody, as if dismember.

Braided so, his new day's mother. The plot does not take away how the walls do not take away the ears.

Life again new on Monday. I am arrogant, homemade.

Where my ship rose into the water. I knew one, later I knew not yet enough fool.

Not a little stormy, a lot of eyes are stupid. They monitor what it stubbornly, as if for the red bull.

For-order Nab, with a delive right to the house. You know, I also don't really like incense too.

I do not like your mass of living meat. My azimuth is common with those with whom the idea still associate.

I throw glances south, although it is unlikely to sleep. You learned whose truth, I know my.

Sometimes it seems that all this is slow sleep. In it, I want to know everything about everything. There are not enough syringes in it. And not everyone speaking has a face.

The gray sky is still shouting about something. On the bills again a silk facing with bangs.

I turn while drove shines yellow. He yells yes you went. Lavea warms shorts.

Fans of free cheese for days are on those roulettes, where everything falls the ball on Ziro.

So dampness is born, weekdays are taken by removal.

Kill as a virus, where I grew up and grown.

buei, the voice is no longer cleaning my. In smoke I am an inter-gallotics as a bousing boyz.

I am not called upon to benefit your society, I have no piece of its common bitches.