Saturday, September 22, 2007

which love is not that of b...r o t her & si s ter ....?

U ot to wdraw that. no. its a missive your sexual called. reaping its benefice alors total des amours dans temps. really. it was a

nuance shouldering reply.
vacant bananna blunt gandered her geese to a gay.
nose thing? division of louche ass shape in petunia bust.

I think its offensive. whats that? a text? a regime repressed signs?__ where is the true cabbage you bellowed to my feet measured by any other rod. was quickly wink her eyebatting.

Die through writing love. She shirked her Obligattion. A suit of amour was .

She felled typhoons of swarm.

This honked geese. C a nadian sky. Over the Artic and past. You came here. Sweet one. Your mouth an Open lip to say. Undo my anger.