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this is the end of my road. I am sorry anny, I am lorded out of all my domains. This blog is just there to edge us to the limit. The tribe is the latter...the tribe is in this the latter, it sticks to your need to have been well in ripe of vineyards, planet cigar is dead. I believe the papers have gone through to your ends, the minister has not got the right to walk inside anything remotelly not like Iś and yours, therefro, at the airport I will speak in japanese and the light are not yet seen but on her harbour, the maid severes an avenue. The tribe rises to the height of the flag and flies at the door to the dome and inverted, the rain and the dry land, the feet of Siciley, the old devil rhyming backwards and closing tunnels at the ray, the night, the all of man kind, women...kind anny, kind one, blasphemy has met my dead mother so the shame on us goes to the sirens ablare....they use to say Canada was a land of smile and family values holding the doors and spreading thick thick maple syrup....all of us, ann, my dear now revell in TV Biarritz or expensive spin at 133, spin TVa, span VTD and corals and eleugy, mine, me, my eyes, my extraterrestrian partner, Daffy Duck, Mantle, Pieces of Skin and sails of Charon.........in the wood of my flames, tunnel your shame, tunnel your shames, tunnnel my, oh, tunnel your shine, tunnel all signs, the army is indemn....Toronto still stands but your idea goes missing through a corpuscular notarial ban on my menace.....RARE, SIDER. JAUNE et beau... 9. ..