Raphael Angel One (the love line) Crew entry

Why does the virgin quaker bride go up on the white sofa?
Because it makes y'all freak out at the thought of me manipulating your mend. I wrote MIND on the original draft....T' must' a' been manipullated...somehow...........Erected and fully disfunctional she arouses in front of a bowl of cereals. Barnabe was panting by her side. "You smoke too much and this smell goes back to Africa". Tobacco as it stands. Coffe stinks like italy. I make it all feel loose and it uses Muse. "Muze", as Max used to spell it, kindly abides by all your rules. Welcome! This is a very long post. Dare! Light! Users of services may join the Church of Our Lord Christ, they may play Lotto 28 but the real spell is to go up over the pink. The white guy, lied: He is not that bright and yes, I prefer black ladies but...let us think about it, if I owned Keggos I'd never eat fruity flake as the maid from Oslo used to say: The more it lives there the more it makes a mess. This is why I do not marry black girls anymore. The priest is not the soldier, Missy Lucy Fer decides to turn away as her Jesus too meak might not be able to withstand the attacks of the masked marasquined lamb. I'll read it out on Christmas day, Lana is pleased with the sofa as for Paulo....he is still looking for the show. Ah, Men! Nevermind...Jimi Hendrix once spoke to me, It was '70 flying around him and Billy Cokx. The wall street pineapple fax machines prints out my name aloud: Alpha at Salem Ascension, plus 6 digits. I went: "Whaaat?" but you cannot hear me as it is time for hunger. God sometimes doesn't come through, same as Bjork...sometimes she got it, sometimes she ain't. God on the other side...I mean, on the contrary, sells you his shut if you ask for the shut to be sold. Tip: Ask to get it for free! Carmina Burana nicelly mixes with Peer Gunt and The Cranberries on my new model stereo. if I listened to myself I would not touch the guitar in the wedding gown. In the white outfit the yellow man asks the crowd to play safe. I exit the rodeo and take on the first pride, my might musica, shows.....Bless a bomber clothed in rags, you never know he might retalliate in Milan. I decided to plug on the jack and take back ye ol' electric guitar. Magically my lolo makes a wish of me and I play like Page and she bangs with me. On' Yer Back U' ya ya' tribe! "Spiral, spiral might lester the melopat" They get it, they are intelligent... Frighten us in Massilia sound it forth 4 days early so the little rehasral in the mud skull crew cabin donkey mall may shelter you from other examples of my egotistic open appproach to mixed race sex...and marzipan salad officious statements...pride? I bowed to this cross, I made it all myself from scratch, this little girl is my pride! Dark. I watch you on the mind-tv, my mum said I was not told, your mum is not my family, I stand there and, yes, I look cold! Long haired, Santa Cross, makes a move and the warrior two make Maria mine. I killed 22. Mysteriously endangering other artists, the alpha land made a wishful two to mex up a kan of coke with a stale remnant of californical peyotl skirty bard pact: The shine is mine, the lord is my peace. the angel Raphael sold me a cheat! The weed has made me choose you over the other sisters (she spake loud in the crowd! too loud to be brandy). Acrimonuously excentric, this worker of I's may derivate an income from my informal involvement in whisky and soda. I will drop the key in yer hole so the typhoonesk statuesque shalom star arises and well in the middle of dead guitars. One mins suffices, It has been set up the sky. The road to saint tropez goes by the letter H. T, I kiss thee. the perfect pair tempts.
Royal galas for you to do too: The dream is your juju....................Proud yourself on a full reading and intellectually assault these lttle wh*~res!..........................100%..........................................................................................back to intro and speak out in winds: Your one will catch! here?
a mess, my entry was deleted, i hope your email reaches me as atractad@hotmail.com does not sing here to me. the purpose of the mail is to be read aloud...at least you understand, the rain goes in and it does the same thing I had set up in my own delirionaz, the ego of two has the song goes, makde the day for better ways for me to steal you from the depression you adore to mud yourself in. it smells familliar, i this we all met this entity, the road has been take by an adorable stranger, the prime minister has left, they have elected a mayor...all solves itself slowly in Canada, that is my name too. Very true but slowly brewed, it made me feel ashamed of you. I've never been seen be involveld before, they all get thrills at seeing our 2 little cute faces shrinking in fear at the idea of the one sole-question: "How do you two do?". The two of us despise you so much that if you knew you would not need a response. i hope my love chokes you and your dead mum, and you rotten pseudo children, they come out of the woodwork at the side of my planet but fortunatelly for you....I have the keys to them too. I know the girl frightens you, she frightens me too to tell you the truth but her mother was a slug and....on her back we learn the tricks and the trade union, emblazon your road with incomprehensible soliloques and erotic hermaphrodit must be kille bushit. the spellling has been altered. Do not kill a rumour as it has the power to turn you into someone who is someone and then it all had to be recomposed. make sure jacques has access to his guitar otherwise your round of honour will be as stale as the email. The retro tadak is rather cool, porno, did you install it or was it the fun loving criminal album that made you call a bine a machine gun...and the rosa a park for infernal medolos? Encryptika: to