Saturday, September 17, 2005

Mount And Blade The Wedding Dance Runs Slowly

erections, ejaculations, exhibitions.


Bite me, caress, make love to me.
The days of Summer is over. Many memories, great, beautiful, hippie lamp light in a room with a bloody mattress on the floor.
Today, as many times, we turned to dawn Siamese. Ets
months maca thing I vis the meva life.

Bigas Luna is a fucking sick.

The sun is going to take the ass the fucking day 3.



Fuck off.

Apestáis.




the end I dropped the fucking bullshit in the journals:)

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