the parasite is trying to get out of our saucer, people, careful !!!Palace, you have been warned, the mad believer has two days and two nights, so...Dream his just thin enough to stay lit, master, darkened, mastress and matress India Limo fliers and...the parasites are you as we awake truthful to serve you and avoid those nasty stains around the cups and salad service bars, all for a dead star ! I blink high, hi ! Think about the true service to pacing and peace keeping and police services here, as the three little blocks preventing the lovefish to feel but holding tight on all bubbles bowled squared the shape of TV...as per you needs and inadequacy, I am Genghis Khan as Genghis has been tolerated to survive so, survivor I sign my name G. to thy pleas, only serviant, so my stage knows of that feel, humans, to be demanding a human head for a severed limb to sweet resurface clean of all threats of superiority, alive and sound...Daring ! Lizzee...stilled to forgive thee, Hindis. The sauce is lake in the silver dish, renaissance feel, kingly ware for french two sees...Meal stinks like shit but put there, thick burgundy table cloth, hiding a queen, folly, folly, she is sticky and kissed all those in line, I lie, my belle, I like the calm and if you signing Evee Death Lockerbee feeds my white lapel and allows our real CDs...There sufficed to ask grace to the Queen, livid, she will allow you make to me the filth, for those of you still to be seen trully on the screen glossy, stage diving in the arms of Lily, my little folly, is costing me so much, blood and boiled bangers bocks that we, sleepy soldiers, sigh at all threat and endorse the faults, one killing free, one mouse field, one pass green, exit she to Syxith, one blame, Aleph asked for a girl, one made: she was just over 13, one blush and one seal, I abide by the queen because I want to live...I eat all sh0t and human excrement coz you are allowing me to live, MERCI PUBLIC, and the sword there above you, Lingus, would never pass for fair judgement in the name of God. I sigh and we shrug shoulders, mud to mud, party to party, we said...Ok, I planted a pineapple stone under three inches of black mud, girl, I pay for six pictures of She and I have a chance to be seen alive on a stage, fed and adored but yes, ugly until the crowd screams, the the King will, as the King still needs a country. ..I might have to fake ugliness, polis, polis needs, one time at a bind, one hell, one flaw, one fraud, one hoax until November the 30th, for fair playing only, people, churches and eyes free, and make my face ill-black and rhyme us at odds, fake swiss or declare my name as Khan of rights lawful citizens of us, but once the thread in the salt and pepper napkin gets winked over by a certain clip, STITCH! Immediatelly, I won't be deciding to ask the decisive Carmen Electra to fake a date with a certain undlusive Perry Faryep, as If...Dave is sexy, but he saw. No ? Let us forgive Jan's Addictios and Jive Bunny all dancing in sync, for peace, while forgiving, freely sharing....We are on the cross for free, Missy and me.....Let your hatred blow our most precious nose again, our most precious love and purity if too bright for those sun lights will be made a Theomak...therefore unrecordable as wrongly spelt, means psychiatrics take the word to Sin City 66, again, lame chiens, but on Dec 1st we will own that one and it will feed on chocolate of High Vatican and Holy Serendipity our doggy, eh ? Water will run on both sides and all tracks will call for a...count. Love one here, make two beats, world, despotis, Theomak, Lizee. Throw a stone for a chance to live on, throw the blue one for a free DVD but the red one goes too and....ENOUGH the small line of faith is still of steel, enough for you to fake A cotton, spicy cats, murder dance club, Squad OPE, obediences and oblivion write aloud, all names...as it is for us a VERY free country, Line 3...Isn't SHE ?
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