Aleph Alpha Cross

a tent.
oh sister drop the key, plus one key for it to tilt and lock once the last one is entered. The rats, all inherit the land after one sigh. If you are worried about ants coming it, sisters, kids, must have some keys off the top of your chest. The clock is their...solar god. The child is all that I own, the guitar belated. Here, noone is sleeping. The eyes keep close the adored in the yawn of theit land. I am music. I will everything through for through and through a local wind debarrass the city of all the white stars. In a land |I planted the tent| those who erected got in, thoroughly led by their insticts, mooned.........so to speak. Blinded by the lies them bend, them fry. In the land of I, the disguises deathen the rain of Particules of a particular nature, their aim - is my domain, my hand, I ruled away, the keys are seen...stop burn th buldin. g, my dears.
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the crowd gets hotter at www.blogspot. The city is our new friend, we blends in, it deceives against. The fireman singer, the female lother, the missing...six-sixty-six off the coast in bed at Cooper's. In Marshall and lightly Fendered, the dream rollacoasted to your might washes off the shoulders of mine...............delicatelly long and dry now, people, lore. Love and lanterns to the malls...entered |I the bait|the pride|Entering you, I gott fire. Have you ever been O woaman si insane off the woman's off mine-THAT YOU DIE INSTEAD OF.........
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there is a way forth to inner form at www.alephalpha.encore on spot the rein dear freak, Parralel Lives by Blondie...............+6 if Manda does Gelbon on trot the spot is more soft, Albert.
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all is salt. I am mooned.