I need to write, whet ever it is that i want to think about.
Every one dies slowly. Lee reaps the bargain grains, stuffs bags for older women on yellow rolling hills and stone shacks [ Night on the Galactic Railroad , Japanese Italian ] which make-up movies no foreigner can leave too soon, then she rapes real ideologies.
Fake is to begin, I sprain his ochre neck, look for the umbilical diocese in the mind of unapologies. Unbelievably, they train two dragons as a metafor, metastasize open sores
In a fun Joke, Rebus buds a lamping lantern, drinks 2 Jars of Beer and freaking tokes a Phat bong rip, my homies
Forsake the Sake and Dredge the Beginning of the Dresden Monologue
Elocution sources forget to beg the Young King for diapors full of grass and huney bugs
I shall bed Thee
My women
My Christ
Alone in the
Lost Vole
Fried to the Ends
