playingtheangel - Незавершённый гештальт
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I leaf through my track record, I besieged so many bad guys whose voice sounded like a clarinet and Boston screamed with screams, as if he scored a garnetta when I crawled out and sang, in my fifth ten, fucking, well, poured Sharpey, I would dissolve in the water, as if I had replaced me Bath Salt My Evil Genius Blind to the Contamine and Blot and I go to the picnic with a basket of apples from Re: Store, the gang, while your every punch leaves the ulcer like psoriasis, I passed the fight at the foot of the Olympus, guess who you could call me to your idols After all, I am here again - this is an incomplete gestalt, the angel was equipped with Safari on the pride of Lviv killed the leader and the whole pride died and tomorrow I will fill up the dreams of dreams to catch my own, to catch but ... __________________ I dropped my dream in the elevator of the elevator A How do you see me!? We must divide to control the life of _________________________ I have a bitch on my fit - I drink the cheaters licking the salt from the clitoris, I pyzdabol of distilled water, and such a voice gives a nickels, glue Cleopatra brings me juice in a jacuzzi, I look at the world from the pyramid, only masons. In the know, don’t give a fuck with whom to Batty, even having an endless Respawn in the era of Come Back \ 'Ow and in my life, no more sense than in the Zen koana every day I perform the liva concert of Iguan and you were hung up vulgarity, my friend was resting on the laurels here