Damien the magician

it was Damien. Damien sole responsible, O great, Damien, not the blocus, not the blogs al. gore. Damien is swept. The man had chosen. Became a darkth omen. Native was open hand, miles inside my head, still in her own errings in the realm which was the same for you both. Night, daze, chirpy panthers...Athm at the sevice pole of men, tied to unearth nothing...tightly holling the whyt of those naive servile christionyss. Heaven! I am all servant of one god, God, all alone, Men and women. Thursday will be a discus and a javeline scorned and attacked by the lamp post. A tribe without the main man, the women led to vociferate and inlight the one barn. Every elephant. Lots of carps, lots of baboon greens and lantern pens. I love you- Je t' aime scribbled hand on the medium, dear Readers. The middle of the land wet. The dried all neat. Damian had to be left aroam, moved in swiftly, God had to solely allow as That does all that it plans, despite derelicted part stuck to the back. manking and mane and monies, Mango, Angie and Insi coded 3. I, on the contrary, decided to publish thiese shits for free and paste my head over TV. Leyla has the cat....leyla has it on. O Leyla leave that alone. It ionized out reveries and posted death. Posted death, posted death, posted death, she enters. Mondo the door, ronde of Elemor, the sky above earth and the sphere flat on vinyl, 33 1/3-