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.........................................................................................=.................... David Navaro says two 2.2. or one guitar and two legs...like everybody else on you, bed ! Making a phone call, more than ever you need your doctor, the man is so stoney, he has relished all of 73...and December began noted one ........................ u .............................................`Troppo Liber Olvo` ACT 1
- ACTO UNO
The state of union is caduque, shouted Pox from the flute....blew off ! Betu gets out and waves to the crowd, you, in UFU, laid naked, satiated by the gifts are we sweet ? Liberate the eight, Oppose us to the core, said Pox I am Betu and you read right, I give you a not so bad apple, after all, hey, Little boy ! Me, Pox, shit on the stuff like they launch in Canadery, cape town or coast Mohawk, Lebu, do me Montalk, I will hold Philladelphis in the piece so the meaning switches to our stick Betu opposed not and rolled around, half naked on the white serious hotel bed,room 74, still alone Pox, I adore you. She, Betu glances at Bobon, fired, orgueilled and flatly refusing to believe such man as Pox can give Betu, you are on crack, the git is on the box and you look hundred and seventy one, with the nose bridge, you me bleed him ? I do so me tail, Betu laughed inside her own head Liberated the limb embricated in the building of Vaginax, dry as a bad scrawn but your to promote in tune. Act 2 begun with me on the teleporto scoundring the tones of Jumu Bendro, on the saxophumes of guilt and Ombelic, O lame celtics ! Betu is ne ne this morning, must be the smell of my Union three....must be the filed of your flute bullshitte, the pert is your, monsieur Delovre, if that one don tempt you I can beam the second one so he cry to her arm and the rune of the luth gets to the right handside of the screen.NoW !!!!!!