They are too beautfiul.
I love everyone too much.
The meter goes up to 100.
It fills and blows up,
like an elephant ejaculating blood
on a boiling hot summer's day on Mars, the red planet.
Forgive us. We do not know what Sin is....
It makes me cry like a woman
whose baby is crying inside her
all night long.
[ Mom drives her blue Skye, Mazda CX-5, west out of bastrop. Shotgun fully reclined, I lie and stare at the large white fluffies.... ]
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