19 Sep 2008


They unearthed a radio active mist by the name of Sheela.

Her snow cone induces the conductive element of passion in a bizarre

monolith of time decoded-linguistic thrusts and backward a warfare spelt tongue freely

magnetized his crotch in my cereal. Well the flies had undone the mission on top pf all twelve as he moves closer. The patterns are to

stop the slippage a few chosen fingers cling onto what must be arousing.

Prodding around the brands protruding in our direction. Birthed the star. For a sudden

glimpse of everything in the mist of our emerging.

They swallowed stampede although immunity on the

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