....and he knowingly feeds the both o' them,
as I know in the fall, the Farmer blows. i way goed.
as in the summer Paul Farmer is an elfe and I know its tales, all o' the tyme...
Farmer in the winter fed catty one on butter, in the same time, cat lost a head and made a sin card of most o' my cigarettes, babes.
...the crews are all gathered...Who is the reader really caring abooout at this tine?
The reader earths and feels all shitty having not been accredited to dance in time to the need to read the cat in the spring being killed.
Paul, Has the reader got a contract coz' what he fed the pushy on is the real event of all. The Death of the cell phone, all the employees of my satttelite Luci escort to burger sector......Freed Aniston and Helson made Hallal crated to Korea by the side of the reader. on the right the TV lives...TOO CREEEPY I LEEEEAVE my T.V, spined to me. Effluves. and seal me with a bitsy cold hicsory chicory little girl in tears goal to scaaaaaary, at the size of the bill and we are free to roam as escorted telephones make the 4 greys all the way enclosed in the barn with their evil salarieeeeeees in Miah Ming all spicy she and me flight on Mexofiz,.....Of angelina jolie dots ON me, em, meee, me, me, me, meee. Me. I hit with a moody thought to form the theorem. I am Alpha, je t' aime Helene.
