My Version Of The Truth

2007-09-21

the ball

gradually opening to the wonders standing out of the theatre perimetered, gradually accustomed to their light, we blink twice and hemathome their time bomb: the cone spon...Ah, fute on the bluth! we clut!...the paper burnt there..straight to the ceilling jumping over the altar, the wand of mana, fed the ball and enorgueilled the twat...who???? from: Dr Pratt * of the MhK dat tre plus troat band.....................