dancers coming and going of apathy that day / ahi us / like leaves suspended / December was almost What happens when you sit near other people and vaguely Brescia (but vaguely) begins to create sentences using each word?
If you start, what precedes you decide when to quit and says the phrase "point".
happens that I write sometimes, even the share, sometimes the memories, others to forget you.
Fortunately, someone writes in a while.
are struggling with the subjunctive. But I embrace you warmly, one by one.
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illegitimate son of Agenor Brisbi one day I touched down there that I was unaware of the sign of the fish marzolini
Cappuccino red toyed pleased with the gnarled stick that belonged to his holiness
Stop them this magic broom, I might as well pick up a stone cold cooked, but rather we are going to fish for trout in his underwear is best roses I drank
hectoliters not fill even a quarter of my big heart. my heart deep sadness of your young laughter, fell without heart; professional errant
danced a slow sigh, high on the broom, in a warm eaten asbestos unusual taste, carp untold secrets that no one believed possible unfold with doubt, and the die was barking
sing solemn, while playing chess naked front and back, instead of laughing again, I, father, not tallow sharp scores, after 'John would love
free extract confessions, to enjoy the wealth of others, greedy politicians want to Topolonia
is usually remembered as those of the wet dash of liquor that they complied with every injustice
licked solemnly shaggy eyebrows, but read Pieretto no cow more hidden under the tower of the district, formed years ago, months or days or eons.
wants Manfredi touch with his palm along the length of his penis masked
repudiation violently beaten savored every fours, as an end in itself, back in the trunk of our fortified pork, president of ammòòòree.
birth to the cat, who thought the animal, transportation, desire to eat every
I discover with enthusiasm that the atoms in a moment and think less than a cement idolized by the druids of fuckin white native Jamaica
I was happily sitting under an inverted cube when the idiot king of Bologna gloated in the twilight of the gods
actor! Sorreggimi cock! Jesus was the benefactor for the less sinister note acquaintances limited legal unnecessary time to revive legends born of the church
Imagine my uncle who eats the shit in the kitchen supported by thousands of butterflies flying around in a flat just greased with fat newt
Suck penis quickly, and with just a finger touch the rusty crusts of my grandmother and happily consider a palliative for boredom absurd warning to remind us of how futile life.
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