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art; statement; ---que fait la police, elles e cache car le mot est a pleine bouche chante: Bigboy hit that funky bread bap, big boy wanted to do big gay al and big deleuil has told to the lawyers and UGAQ Theater of fools, he was aiming happily for retire and be silly at..........the thunderdome, shout, shout, wave your tongue to the king....blblblbl, relax, no worry, noonne ever wanted to say it, you could not get in nanananan so you got to speak to Dick-her wild like a river...as Aleph Alpha has humour and a big gong, in the pink room, I may well visit, when I have met the person who gives me my real soul freak--- nick: big gut not: bad skin day mister golden boy ---she waits a lot----I am an artikriss, I am hot, i weigh a mile, what does it need, meat, honey, World Glory, no anarchism and big joinnnnts and lots of godly blessed bank notes..........a big wad of LOVE and lots of coins to throw...to the poor kids in the streeeet in Bangkok and........do it. with a girl who don't really want to talk about other male people coz they don't get...................................obsolete...........................close the door the wind is angry and your words are thundered down. by the egg rolling down to the hen, to the master, to the boss in the HOUZE------------------allo, pepe? Piu e piura e piu e grande cando se baila se bai contigo, ok, no llora my pequena alma, te chosed, te coses, te calla to make thee be in love with me too as well as youuuuu. stay in logarythmic binary steel but wate the molle by the red robe in the window cill one week on the raft to we get to shine and greet the frill and rest au rang et leave Tyler behind with Jagger and Sylvain Sylvain,Angus, Salvadore, Aniston et al. Monsieur Deleulllle on murmure deja a Puyloubiers et a Tourcoing, what a victim, what a penis, what a tongue, what a long gong, the name remains the name, the real man shines in front whatever the scene and somewhat the ass or the size of the wallet of the church that she own which he calls for a song and sexually eructs in a muss, white, frothy, opened to the rock, open to the race, erected in time to your Vallinah lisps, moist as a hot dog is the one ass that calls you his friend from the back of the auspice, from the street. from the whaaaat? from a street here at the location i try to vocalize for amonth, will leave towards Mounrtial at saturady love bark and meat is held as we say in Teleko, as the destiny sawy U say, thank you Mister India, thank you Madam Carrera, thank you, it will have to live Ontario coz' the scene is stale here...must be the wind, the screams, the judges yawing, the lack of read, the man in the backyard trying to call a cop a friend in the account for settlement...Ieg ei das Heir, das est le man, ye suis le mac in town::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::et