Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Crazy Bathroom Designs

I have to stop me sweetener

No. I'm not back. I'm not really even ever match. I came down from the moon to find myself on Mars. Possible? Yet I had faith in the strength of gravity of the small planet blue. I feel dehydrated from my good spirit and there is gatorade can support. It happens all really! Emily marries and gives up his fight against the hypocrisy of the clergy as my faith evolves into a handshake with the Creation; Cynthia gives birth to a male as tradition has it: now you can say that the name will follow. I'm running, running here and there, above and below and also on the right and Amanco. I run to run each direction. I cover the holes and plug the holes, paint the walls inside that graying medicine department at the hospital because girls do not recall the moment all my life and acts as a sponge to wash the dirt floors that could collapse. Could. Conditionally. If. + If provided, then + accordingly. But it is said. Sprinkled the troubles which rest on the furniture being now too experienced to believe it's never really over. Not everyday you inward to me, provides the firm and authoritative voice of conscience. The priorities continue to change even though the scale is stationary. Can I scream? Excuse me, what is the form to apply for a cry as it should? No, not a puff. No look, I do not need to sing. I have to just cry. As is expected in Italy? I mean I have to go to Spain to scream? But they give you fines apocalyptic because overtaking a truck that goes to thirty! Imagine. I've already left my circle closed in the cleaning station. Recollect dirty word, but so what for? Here is all you need ... I used to me. Save me from the waters of a troubled past, infondetemi hope in the possible future ... not you, occhidelfo, not you. Genres you smile and you have good reason. You have the intellect and depth, which is now in short supply everywhere, and why. I only have a weight in my chest that travels every day take my breath away. And bubbles bubble bubbles rather like a plate of steamed barley. No soup. No handling. Just pause for a moment. Just stop to hear a second. One moment. May not be able to share more.

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