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You are like foggy glass

which you can wipe your hands

I am like caustic smoke that stupefents the mind, if nothing is simple to do, look into the window, inhale caustic smoke and obey my orders.

You are like a rotten banana who is no one, I, as a skin from him on which you slipped, can remove it from the path, but you can leave it in place, anyway, no matter how you turn on a mine. This is my area among five -story buildings here play football, I even score, and not just took it and dumped this ball, you need to set a target and specific tasks, you think that I'm a loser? Are you the cooler here? You’re doing anything like this for the kids, and if your ass says the same thing to you, she smells that it will be very bad. I hope you understood me, my young bro, such a life, let's throw pampering, stop you to fuck everything you understand perfectly, I don’t condemn the colors about you, I don’t swear with a mate, I don’t interfere with the powder, the foundation is laid out to build a house, it is advisable for me I do not do this in vain, Archindomir can break in a moment in a danger.

You are like foggy glass

which you can wipe your hands

I am like caustic smoke that stupefents the mind, if nothing is simple to do, look into the window, inhale caustic smoke and obey my orders.

You are like a rotten banana who is no one, I, as a skin from him on which you slipped, can remove it from the path, but you can leave it in place, anyway, no matter how you turn on a mine.

If you think that I’m inside the dummy, nothing of the kind in me is too unnecessary, the stock of what was in mind,

And then whom you turn into it is disgusting.

time goes on and you are standing in place as an idol, you do not solve anything except the presence of a dough, and I do not care about your gay parades, I don’t go there, I have traders in my room, not that you have a faint

No matter how much you try to block my path, I will go to the end and will delve into the essence of what is happening and where everyone is going to climb, I am hospitable, but there is not enough space for everyone, now you are listening to me, I report to your ears and I will report this indefinite and I am the same An annoying noise for sure who asks how you can listen to it, I will give a simple answer, go into the bath, turn the door turn on the shower, turn off the light, plug your ears with birushas.

You are like foggy glass

which you can wipe your hands

I am like caustic smoke that stupefents the mind, if nothing is simple to do, look into the window, inhale caustic smoke and obey my orders.

You are like a rotten banana who is no one, I, as a skin from him on which you are slipping, can remove it from the path, but you can leave it in place, anyway, no matter how to turn on a mine,

You, in my opinion, are not in yourself, something with you is not like small children play hide and seek with me, well, there seems to be a pulse of music, they are not mobile, it's some kind of tin. Although who knows them, they are still the Simulants, now they seem to be silent and attack in the dark, but I know absolutely all their stupid tricks, you can not even try wildly, take all their arrangements, and in an unknown direction, do not even look Stupidly spend time, just like you to remind you, you are only a conscript while I am already a colonel, so you can not strain you not to overpower you and will never help you and never have worthless strengthening and you will still bite your nails around the corner, I will come up with everything new after day, while the pen writes and is not empty in my head, in my notebooks it was and will be densely thick, from crust to crust in as in the alphabet from a to me, this is my game and not like a draw, while the pen writes and is not empty in my head, in my notebooks he was and will be densely densely, from crust to crust in as in the alphabet from a to me, this is my game and not like a draw. You like foggy glass,

which you can wipe your hands

I am like caustic smoke that stupefents the mind, if nothing is simple to do, look into the window, inhale caustic smoke and obey my orders.

You are like a rotten banana who is no one, I, as a skin from him on which you slipped, can remove it from the path, but you can leave it in place, anyway, no matter how you turn on a mine.