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We prisoners underground, unfinished boxes, cut holes into a bright future, give life, because what should we give? Came. Goal like falcon. Pasche like ox. What's the catch? After all, there is no freedom. Around freaks. Work 5/2. To someone standards and without work, care.

He would stole, not frighten the prison, simply no opportunities. Not afraid of difficulties. Within a reasonable. More silent. Go for smart. Sad, sleepy, on Friday, harated, is better enough, although in a sloe - lie. Healthy, strong, pumped. Why do you live? You give youth. You are not smoking you, do not drink, as if analgin eliminate pain, consequence, and not the reason.

Under the investigation there is a chance to be each, not just a man. And here is the second, crackle rubber cracks. She calls you cattle. In the evenings of beer and wine. Sometimes it happens, where you understand you. In fact, few people know, not only life kills. And kills, what distracts from the sacred mission.

We breed, the world holds on your pussy. It does not matter ment or a gangster, on any loan and you are in business, and who is not in business - in the crisis silent or sticks out, but still or wounded or killed.

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Ferry sold out us with a ferry! Couple walked under the pairs, sang: "Pam-Param". Ordinary Russian words, for nothing that Dar gave us ancestors, changed children, whose pedigree dead branches, do not love candy, network gifts, sports is already cyber and one of the sticks, whoever spoke to, I don't feel sorry for me, but you . Let's say together: "Para-Param Pubs"! We go through the ears, walk on the heads, ferment forests, drove, but throw, I throw a steep elevator driver, from the eighth to the first, neighbors shocked from drift.

District cyclist, pedestrian, maniac forest, senior in the entrance, bride and groom. Did you understand? The meaning of the test in the text identify someone who drives, with others is dishonest, but in general, on FIG, there is a free place on the perrone, someone chases in the car, the other on the car, from the perrone chasing and again stubbornly rumbles. So I want to throw a broom of a broom from roses in my face, say "here." But the society does not understand this.

The decoction of the fence of the daisies of herbs will tell me that there will be a lava or not Love, but I am a string. I fly there where more rights are more right. Where appreciate love they say that it is better than everyone else there. There will definitely be waiting for success not in humans, even if not for everyone.

The decoction of the fence of the daisies of herbs will tell me that there will be a lava or not Love, but I am a string. I fly there where more rights are more right. Where appreciate love they say that it is better than everyone else there. There will definitely be waiting for success not in humans, even if not for everyone.

Enough for me. Throw the world is not a sin. In this case. Thoughts KUPE. Text about how the test for luck flies a meat. Clouds go. And again the sun. Ohhh. It laughs. There are no systems, but in the morning it will come back. We argue?