My Version Of The Truth

2007-07-24

4. Me and You. w,2

Kissing time...and manic on the street corner she wags. Just enough time for another braid, just another hell. Mile High Lend A bud a-Hand...Gay wars make an indian. My girl stands in the rain but noone bats an eyelid. Kissing Time. Spin the bride and lay for a fake, make the master a nice nighter. All o'the time, my bag? I have not seen my dauuughter, make sure Sof Aut Lingum, demands address before signing to anybody. My bell is back and I make high........Let us do kissing time..........28.........excebulugus-Tatraguus. saw Slash hanging in, tray full of hay. mad about that attack on my sibbling, mad about the MK bash being from KGB clean slated and no high effect or we get to see you out of the WORLD, and ending the delirious climbing telepathically to a wall high as the heart of heavens and sitting in. Stand OUT it lives there, in his own madness, Melkeths. Sadly, Flaming...................Bag on my back Gurth, I wipe the ass latte, flagged, I pouted her to sleep, make her be a forcep virgin or show the Chomaleys Coffee with nhe name on the drapes, Beth, ... My daughter aches, My daughter aches in Malackoff, she bings and sleuths like the rest of us by the rapsberry spead. in line, ready for sale, any offer, Lynn, BarryWeb, Beany Shin...or the magazines, fling? Sell me and Chelsea naked in the lake, by the spring on the left. Kissing Time in Thailand? My Barby-Leen, Let light be there and the dartk shines on our honouring backs. Lined packed out in hell. The Grodge Brams....licked by a swan. BANG . we needed money...we sold Flight !!!! (1)