sits ... Ms. Lilly schlunziger Unfrisur, jogging pants and nasty, a beige sweater somehow broken and exhausted in her unmade Bed and ending on the last few days to think where it is like the Yellow Submarine dived:
° tasting fat strunz border, home made carnival fritters without accompanying masquerade and placed cheerfulness
° a year old cigarettes, the intra-old handbag its existence somewhere between Em eukal-if's and spilled lip gloss in nude look spent, are still inhalable.
°, the girlfriend (which has to ignore me all the time - I could just communicate with a switch Rauf tapestry) will asses again. I've said it estimated 513 times, that I will definitely NOT fall into the carnival crowd. And I I am now responsible for ensuring that your hippie costume could not make a show?
How to read: In me there is chaos. A dangerous-corrosive-explosive mixture somewhere between aggro-torn-desperate.
The unthought thoughts running in my skull is unsorted their own bloody skull.
Well ... Why go `s are better than me?
helps On such days only one thing: Wait. . Wait until these feelings in me is exhausted and have to lie down to rest tired
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