Distant | Reper
Last night again, I so tired of bracelets and show business, from pink champagne and face Renato Vinjes, oh, this person Peltecki seal, as a portrait of Dorian Gray in the final stage. Bed of mint-flavored candy, the Boogie del Banco Rojo, the rasprodzevanata mom and ashes (as it is when she comes back from partying: ashes and dreamy, enormous fish caught and so it's not like themselves).
Nora says that sleep with light, noise, including emergency reports of her sister, polusoblechena. So happy, I thirst light and drooping palms, through screams of undress yourself everything and moving day, I want to sleep and get terrible bells that echoed, wave, Rex chain that draws all night after ligustrumite. Now I lay me down to sleep ... must repeat verses or words on demand system with A, then A and E, with five vowels, with four. With two and one consonant (but, ODA), with three consonants and one vowel (wave, cream) and again lyrics, oxendales my account moon descend below its smelter in corset by Nard child sees, sees the child persistently seen. With three and three alternately, the small lagoon, poultry; Odysseus, sleeves, vacations.
Passes so hours: four, three and two, and then palindromi. Mild And Miami has holes; right you're not senile; the most difficult oxendales my account and beautiful, Fall away, fall brought; trouble all the "I love you". Or beautiful anagrams: Salvador Dali, Abida Dollars [2]; Clara Aiceti, E Queen and beautiful ... So the latter, for open path for ending. For Queen and ...
No horrible. Horrible, because Block opens the way this is not the Queen, and that night over hate. The one that is Aiceti Clara, but the Queen of anagrams; it can be anything, beggar in Budapest, orospijka the public house or Huhuj maid in Kecaltenango anywhere far and queen. But yes, Clara Aiceti and it happened again to feel it and hate.
Sometimes I know that she s tudi, the times that you beat. I just hate it so, to abhor hands thrown on the floor and it it even more because I beat her, because oxendales my account I'm beating you. Oh, do not despair as when sleep or when krojam dress or when it's time to goshteva mom and em serve tea lady or the little Regules of Rivas. Then my least personal thing a bit, I myself; I feel more and more like a mistress of her accident and herself away, but mistress. Let them suffer, let izdzemne; I endure and therefore oxendales my account it seems a little helping em then. How to do the dressing still unharmed soldier and I feel that my year has facilitated earlier advance.
Let them suffer. Kiss Mrs. Regules, tea boy of Rivas and restrained to endure from within. You say: "Now I spend frozen bridge now comes through my snow shoes ripped". Do you feel something. Just so you know, that somewhere over the bridge at the same moment (but do not know if it's the same moment) that the boy embraces Rivas and tea sets are the best expression of a jerk. And well tolerated alone because I am among those people meaningless and despair so. Nora flames last night, said: "Well you're going?". Her music from the other, for me so far. You must em something horrible happened, I felt that beating or painful and just as Nora would sing something from Faure, and I on piano, staring at the lucky Lewis Marija, now rest your elbows on the end, he did something about it as a framework, he stares at me, pleased oxendales my account with the character kutrence waiting to hear arpedzhata, both so close and so in love. This is worse when doznaam something new for her, and I really zatancuvala with Mary Lewis, I began to kiss her or just'm oxendales my account closer to Lewis Mary. For me, distant, not love. It's the part they do not like and do not like the feeling inside me breaks that beat me or snow that enters my shoes when Mary Louis play with me and his hand on me my half drunk as the midday heat, strong taste of oranges or crushed bamboos, and she wants to beat and not be served, and then you have to say to Mary that Lewis does not feel good, it's oxendales my account the humidity, moisture from the snow that you do not feel, do not feel and enters my shoes.
Clearly, Nora came to see me and the scene happened. "Child, it was the last time you please follow me on piano. It izrezilivme. "What I know for pratfall, heeded as I remember that I heard subdued. Votre âme est un paysage choisi ..., but I have looked through the key-board and hands seemed well played, that he often watched Nora. Mary and Louis I watched his hands, poor, I do not think I dared to look at his face. You have to get very strange.
Crude Norichka let accompanies oxendales my account another. (This increasingly looks like a prison, now only know when there will'm happy when I'm happy, when Nora sings Faure know there is nothing left except hatred
Last night again, I so tired of bracelets and show business, from pink champagne and face Renato Vinjes, oh, this person Peltecki seal, as a portrait of Dorian Gray in the final stage. Bed of mint-flavored candy, the Boogie del Banco Rojo, the rasprodzevanata mom and ashes (as it is when she comes back from partying: ashes and dreamy, enormous fish caught and so it's not like themselves).
Nora says that sleep with light, noise, including emergency reports of her sister, polusoblechena. So happy, I thirst light and drooping palms, through screams of undress yourself everything and moving day, I want to sleep and get terrible bells that echoed, wave, Rex chain that draws all night after ligustrumite. Now I lay me down to sleep ... must repeat verses or words on demand system with A, then A and E, with five vowels, with four. With two and one consonant (but, ODA), with three consonants and one vowel (wave, cream) and again lyrics, oxendales my account moon descend below its smelter in corset by Nard child sees, sees the child persistently seen. With three and three alternately, the small lagoon, poultry; Odysseus, sleeves, vacations.
Passes so hours: four, three and two, and then palindromi. Mild And Miami has holes; right you're not senile; the most difficult oxendales my account and beautiful, Fall away, fall brought; trouble all the "I love you". Or beautiful anagrams: Salvador Dali, Abida Dollars [2]; Clara Aiceti, E Queen and beautiful ... So the latter, for open path for ending. For Queen and ...
No horrible. Horrible, because Block opens the way this is not the Queen, and that night over hate. The one that is Aiceti Clara, but the Queen of anagrams; it can be anything, beggar in Budapest, orospijka the public house or Huhuj maid in Kecaltenango anywhere far and queen. But yes, Clara Aiceti and it happened again to feel it and hate.
Sometimes I know that she s tudi, the times that you beat. I just hate it so, to abhor hands thrown on the floor and it it even more because I beat her, because oxendales my account I'm beating you. Oh, do not despair as when sleep or when krojam dress or when it's time to goshteva mom and em serve tea lady or the little Regules of Rivas. Then my least personal thing a bit, I myself; I feel more and more like a mistress of her accident and herself away, but mistress. Let them suffer, let izdzemne; I endure and therefore oxendales my account it seems a little helping em then. How to do the dressing still unharmed soldier and I feel that my year has facilitated earlier advance.
Let them suffer. Kiss Mrs. Regules, tea boy of Rivas and restrained to endure from within. You say: "Now I spend frozen bridge now comes through my snow shoes ripped". Do you feel something. Just so you know, that somewhere over the bridge at the same moment (but do not know if it's the same moment) that the boy embraces Rivas and tea sets are the best expression of a jerk. And well tolerated alone because I am among those people meaningless and despair so. Nora flames last night, said: "Well you're going?". Her music from the other, for me so far. You must em something horrible happened, I felt that beating or painful and just as Nora would sing something from Faure, and I on piano, staring at the lucky Lewis Marija, now rest your elbows on the end, he did something about it as a framework, he stares at me, pleased oxendales my account with the character kutrence waiting to hear arpedzhata, both so close and so in love. This is worse when doznaam something new for her, and I really zatancuvala with Mary Lewis, I began to kiss her or just'm oxendales my account closer to Lewis Mary. For me, distant, not love. It's the part they do not like and do not like the feeling inside me breaks that beat me or snow that enters my shoes when Mary Louis play with me and his hand on me my half drunk as the midday heat, strong taste of oranges or crushed bamboos, and she wants to beat and not be served, and then you have to say to Mary that Lewis does not feel good, it's oxendales my account the humidity, moisture from the snow that you do not feel, do not feel and enters my shoes.
Clearly, Nora came to see me and the scene happened. "Child, it was the last time you please follow me on piano. It izrezilivme. "What I know for pratfall, heeded as I remember that I heard subdued. Votre âme est un paysage choisi ..., but I have looked through the key-board and hands seemed well played, that he often watched Nora. Mary and Louis I watched his hands, poor, I do not think I dared to look at his face. You have to get very strange.
Crude Norichka let accompanies oxendales my account another. (This increasingly looks like a prison, now only know when there will'm happy when I'm happy, when Nora sings Faure know there is nothing left except hatred
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