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Healthy brothers, on the track, this day spent the scattered how I and Garilla got to throw this area to the boys on the gadgets, in the basins, to the pads (Miyagi) observer, on you .. Where does the young city take my city?! Why is that gunpowder?! To kill -not to build, there is nothing of these wars of the worlds, Man Gori, but remember what is your drawing plan that is still a trap, resist, do not be in the trash .. This is the workpieces of the demon on the air without demand. For the jambs, now you can dump the butterose -everything will just put the dumbnesses on the shit of your own growth -for the growth of paper and the burn on the bats ... Yes ... and Goril on the bats, shoot a bullet in the forehead, the drocker cop will drive a friend in the coffin, a friend, a friend, a friend. The sea of creatures and vile bitches here, I am in the blow, but the freaks will be pulling his hands up, I would have a Nazi mother - show you, the native land is disfigured, go away the vile fucking fuck. Lump in the throat! The wars between the peoples for Lavender were killed on the camera of the bangs of the Black Vidos by shit and do not kill the Earth in itself at such a pace ------ Swimming sinter and shouting all, like there is no war on the war our world Almost destroyed, you can imagine. Not you are not here, not here, no in vain do not boil you, you can’t fuck the type- the karatist of the horn would cut down, VASO, take the world with both hands. My city is good for the screams, if you are clean under the root, cut the crowds of the dead ends, do not confuse the shore, keep Fritz in view of the groove with good, but the borzogo will not run the villain in the neck of the persecution with a broom in the house of the villain, where the nariki is on the pads and behind the back where it was a pilot and where it was faded and Barrow is a cut where the smoke and brew breaks into battle, think with your head, but brother think with your head shakes the earth leaves under the feet, people run to where the bottomless road leads, looking into the sky, the dead eyes did not dry out of pain, prayed to the end Keep me with your love, deceive me, burn me, kill me, do not lead to good habits of people, time pulls to the bottom. Forget ------- gyrus and shouting everything, like there is no war such as there is no war our world is almost destroyed, you imagine there is no. Not you are not here, not here is not here