On my shelf I have a corpse in hydrogen peroxide, in a mayonnaise jar, and my house smells like something that has burned my father. No head off my bare feet dangling from a building with no facade.
broken pipes drip.
And say there is no strata. But there are people who have the skin of the hands so rough you could polish diamonds with them. Rough for cutting and cold, while others charge to investigate the use of new technologies in language teaching. For example. A euphemism for a class full of postadolescents saying "what" via IM. Do not even talk about actions. Takeover and company cars. All obvious, right?
And you can still see through the prism Christian. Study, which is a living hell waiting for you, or something. Though my uncle, who is a lovely mix between Christopher Lee and Loquillo knob can not lead because it could lead to a vulture that will tie him to take over. Hyenas. In my company has not paid them the monthly January. Luckily I think my guy is more handsome without a knob.
But bah, the final choices are made out of sheer inertia, a Hari Seldon could be right. At the end of the day depends on where you fall. And how, because we must not forget the mules. Violinists and surgeons. We are blank pages, but in a different format. Sometimes I feel a calling card.
broken pipes drip.
And say there is no strata. But there are people who have the skin of the hands so rough you could polish diamonds with them. Rough for cutting and cold, while others charge to investigate the use of new technologies in language teaching. For example. A euphemism for a class full of postadolescents saying "what" via IM. Do not even talk about actions. Takeover and company cars. All obvious, right?
And you can still see through the prism Christian. Study, which is a living hell waiting for you, or something. Though my uncle, who is a lovely mix between Christopher Lee and Loquillo knob can not lead because it could lead to a vulture that will tie him to take over. Hyenas. In my company has not paid them the monthly January. Luckily I think my guy is more handsome without a knob.
But bah, the final choices are made out of sheer inertia, a Hari Seldon could be right. At the end of the day depends on where you fall. And how, because we must not forget the mules. Violinists and surgeons. We are blank pages, but in a different format. Sometimes I feel a calling card.
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