A rat is scribbled on; I eat figs in public

Gog wrote: the two are set up to be in the circumpscription on the morning of the arrest. The male is told to wait and she is told to trust. I, Gog, will endeavour to hurt you and to free them both; as I have orders and the arrest of alias would only make the female, alas, murderous by the twenty on my side life, hell, yeah. I, weak and submitted to love for their hurts to be oaid in France but...those damn aliens have made a real contract in front of men. I, Gog of all, make a straight to the way chosen today to, I, Gog, this is the law. The arms are held by me and Jesus is screaming on the bed, between pillow and ceilling...I am in trouble, dear Miserius tee, dear males and females on earth, please deal me a deal for scissors are now from my throat fast approaching. The law is set shouts the blogger, the order through, the actor kisses the seal and the letter to you, plus your 5 churches and contractual hosts, I, Gog, will evict on the day of sabat. My arm is of strength, the male is there holding my hand while Jacques types and Angelina frees some stuff from her dirty room laundering pizza through town. The female is also tired of all the wait. she will slaughter my own one soul mate for a missed roast and a wind in the wrong street, a piece of evidence rightfully holding church by the weight of the five off misericordium, ill, sick, wild in the head....the tribe has pacted and I am made to obey, I am Mahag and also tied to your deeds, Man o`lives. The bed mine is made of rosace, Gog, build me a church as my white candle and the flock olde of your hair, love, make my hymen throb like a George Clinton song. Flip the house, it is a basement on the old New Orleans that hath maked the all like all the sand...under our asses tanned.