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I look at the horse in the teeth and I see that he is a stolen complexity of choosing a relationship or pron with whom and that it is torn to find the ends of love for your fathers while they are nearby and do not dress to leave I want to be big and strong as yeti and exist fifty to fifty to be sad - Is it my path in a spacious field lies a gypsy either happy or is a sick will this word from prison everyday life ask the painted one about the number of walkers you were in love and her already brood is already cut off to you? - Anyway, there is a torture camera you are looking for me in the closet and I breathe in your back of your head, I am not your wife’s lover, you feel too simple solutions in the anus, take your sonsation episode from the series about cops and bandits after such a rogue drain from a new office toilet like suppress this feeling of awkwardness, I want to fight at your pelvis

The femoral bone, well, invite me to visit me, I am pretty to your pretty relative to me, this is flattered, it is tasty to mess me even your excess weight instills a feeling of love with your girl you, you can hug me and then deceive the deviation as a way not to lose your taste for life in my face Sadani Gardens, my garden, only for you, the mediocre sculptor Zurab reigned, the next big garbage was the death in the battle in the style of nude, the worthless performance of the creative personality, who forgot the hackneyed speech, I sewed moral damage from the fee, deducted the difficulty of choosing a dream or stupid on the network, I visited your life I visited your life And unable to leave here as comfortable as in the European province where I have never been and only by stories in the course of the difficulty of choosing taste or aftertaste

Mossy