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to achieve goals weave your legs insecure where we are and indeed fucking why

We went into these walls, lost veins, faith and everything that seemed valuable, now in shit knee -deep, we are sitting on philosophy topics and at the mouth with foam we prove something to the fucking scum, and at the moment there is a maza aha, to fall in a good attack And at a time to make out a five -year puzzle then, then the drooling will flow more than once and someone will spit and just change his mind, then again the brother all this is empty and after passing by, I am a caste of a caste, a nihuyu -strong end of the line here. peace for everyone. dot.

How much can, for a week for the rain I lost my appetite, I got off the path of saliva, my brother is sitting fucking better, it’s better not to go to work more often or at home I was more likely to remember how you said my head is without a doubt, I love plants but not far and not far and not far away and not far away and not far away and My fall sits in the shade, I let smoke count the days in the windows, the lights are a lot of fuss, take it in my soul, the nails are not enough anger something eats like a dog gnaws bones around saliva where is my conscience where my conscience

In a word, you humiliate the weak in the floor with a crowd, your time will make friends with me in life in a rubbish with a pure soul, do not blame the rest, you have a little bed pile lilia until saliva has not allowed your life a definition of a room without a dial I sit the kilograms of a stuff with faces that I see every day and I have other other ones It’s not necessary for a barrier to joy as a reward the price of the word on the scales of filled for many as a foot along the tendoire of salivity not to get a drink for a long time to go greedy for a long time, as if with an island, every time they had a little less chalk on the board like asphalt. She showed what and how and how it was necessary to fuck it, but your chin is written by your hand, your chins are wearing Prada tags with us JJ, and we were glad to chew on my head, turning thoughts to me, turning into lines the micro -micro sent me.

Each line is already black from drugs, but the blasphemy, but the blasphemy not to write about the flowers broke off the ideals of your external beauty in this world, all the freaks even me and you do not pull the crumbs and tighten my friend Hashish embodies all dreams, sticks online from 9 to 9 this Fuck and there is, the loneliness of the network. Saluni Nyuni and poems have enough this hut. The lines of extraterrestrial love wept for fagots and for me it is better to die so not knowing ethics to the sages of aesthetics to squeeze in bags on the nose once a year, why are you firing polyglot?

The brothers Grimm and Don Quixote shocked this fairy tale for dick.