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Order your pizza, baby, and order yourself from the killer. They warm the soul acidic, causticly your bartenders, sobs, dealers. Sign an accession about yourself and rage on a closed twitter. Unpleasant, gratuitous, strip by wrist with razors. Both wearing and love the backbrack, always survive in love. If someone laughs, a dick with him. We were carrion, we will become grains and cultivate, and we will introduce doubts, overturn ourselves with glasses.

Punishments, crimes - we will become adults, aksakals.

You fly and live with tickets, planes, during the day, stewards. We crumble our secrets and play each other - backgammon.

Baby, the age is time to hide, infantility has not brightened up you. I visited Moscow and married, played Birpong and Classics. Grind, like at home and hair, violating the law by prohibitions. Black and white whip the stripes. Smile to the assholes tremble.

Simultaneous. Warm. Spent. Get up to heaven, and with a roar. We surrounded in places with gold, white snow overshadowed lust.

The baby, it’s just right to escape with the eicars from other cities, to the realtors, take off, go through, in the evenings, bars. You are funny to your local mentors and they are already shunning you. And you smoke and breathe in packs. You are a fan, shoulder, a fan, but your heavens are dirty.