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of the choir. It statred as a vague mix of Sartre and staffilocoches. Cyprine all over our face the men and we stood facing the pole. All around at the sound, the disciplined ego trip of I belong to something new. It started as a mode, a goggle eye candy boy, incapable to speak, bible and squeeky cleansed by the tears of his one man...a girl, with him they are hole and fol of his body the gays lined behind me. The back of the choir cheered. I killed by a yawn and looked into some eyes worthy of my Pillis. The globe bubbles and the priest is seen. I bow. They attempt to infiltrate but I squeeze my bottle and the myriad of them leave towards her, the gulf was an estimate as all awoke butt naked and saw it as a joke for a call my telephone make her dizzy. Of Liza Minelli I will say no more, tonal, she bugged the scores to her bible bashing auto reproducing clone of a family. The father passed under Rpr and made back to his niece, my daughter wakes shaven and smelly. My son is yet to come as barracks, tents and camions make you ffel ad hoc even when the rest of the choir battles hand for my pussycat to appear...squeeky clean as women, as the mother Mary ain't being on when it comes to sexy. aunty Adelle in the cabin bloomed in Canada has called my own family towards this one edulcorated class of master cat. The original cast of master Pirate excluded him but he took the kids to the sea and man in town became Uncle Phillip who did not speak about his long friendship with Dr Carrabelli...The female sollicitor or the clown, dick fairy or Gola Maid. I well jumped into some lodd moleskin flow you in. Side back by the c. or.....the priest chanting will call on Missy or...Madonna from the tent emerging you, with hers,saucy god daughter knickers between the most holy book and the ugliest of them all. He got in. The flower that you hold, dear bowl is now whole. More deluded the goal pressed enter and refreshed by our along breathes so much in the end that I, viper dedicated it all to the love monkey´ s hymen...the count of saint germain and his long standing friend received. A canoe. A pile of butter scotch toffees on the yellow pen side-of the word. That is all it took, they forwarded this one to my consulate in red byte lectys mode of communicating, secretelly, and instructed all so that the fad ¨had resulted in a bizarre rapport and contracts had held despite¨... The donkey, Lee and Freda K, disguised there bayed all and admitted that my ¨therapist¨ though a famous actor healed me from Insanitas Insanitatum in my pussycat and that he mysteriously found recomfort in recovered memories...kept there for he, somehow in french. One hour of mine and you can do the voice of Evon for one hour in payment....try not to grimace or being too cute...I stare now, hell to yesterday. B. Our love should last back if the consul forwards to the peacook...or George Brothel on Perus.

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