You are killing my mind with your being. It aches the same, or even harder. The only real thing that I possess Is now bleeding down my throat, Sour but sweet.
summer is coming no flowers left in the trees nor in my heart
The level of your blog ist more big for mi. Pero if I chopping a machine of translation, verás cómo I writin one commentaire que te cagas in your slips!
Such an exquisite piece of soul. Love the ending.
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot, in spite of your non-equal shirt.
ReplyDeleteThe level of your blog ist more big for mi. Pero if I chopping a machine of translation, verás cómo I writin one commentaire que te cagas in your slips!
ReplyDeleteMy dear Dyhego: your English is descojonating. I've just shit and pissed. Please come and comment whenever you want. Yo write que te cagas.
ReplyDeleteDescojonating a lot
ReplyDeleteAcojonating, more good (más bien).
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