The Deliverer

I did notice!
We had signed an agreement and we had FORGFOTTEN to tell you the truth, there we are there we bill, there we mill and maul but...nothing gets read until it sounds psychotic enough for the real world to be just yours. We had signed Ange and I, today we replay, the response are there, click scroll and stare at the color explanation of her brutal revelation. Mission. God' s wanted medicine and my own medicine there goes...to the Garden of Low Hope.
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I am sorry, shouted she. We are there, unpregnanted by the layers and layers of explanation at the side of the hostel, by the book of the woven and wagged comprehended by both clans in your own...Universe. Fight no More. Fake the Ends. Bragg at our short spelling and wrongly advertized in the press...god in a rush hid the butt but reveals the sort of ass that boldly glows at the bank of metaphyzzo and Preferred kids to both they...More words?

"I am knowledge and I am lie. I live outside the house!"

COME AND READ MY LINE, People!

Look at me when she talks. look at both sides of the plot and make a real assertion, homen: it may Louis Vuitton ah ah faster than he blogspots oh oh! or... Harper secate all, the couple has a note on the off...Telephote, this is schizo-cocke and Staffilo Rock Pot! CRAAAACKHEEEAAAD! In the house, the sofa, proud and brown. Laugh, millions! I roll the card and stare at the light. Inundated the maid opened the left and I laid beggar half flapping and carrying her right sider on the hard under-legger and the soft core affliction of her frustration: A BLANK TOMB AH! AH! FEAR FANZIES! The blog is so clumsy that all authoritative readers are able to see between the lines easily. Kill the lamb! Too bright and sexy, too known and spooky, that "show-malsain", Brenton. Mister Speaks too much has the loiterers others prepare another six years needle to reflate Yvon flatly left bait...so Jutified linears again, brothers, that the caste on the right reads and all of the left claps while carrying marjoram and cornflakes over their shoulder bagzy. They go, HARD!!!!! SENTENCE THE THAI COOPERANT, REFLATE TD, GORGE ON THE DEATHS, LIBERATE CANEDEF from this obsessive stubborn holer whole:
The evil has landed! I click and It don't blink! It flatly links and bats eyelid. I am so sure she is safe. Her father in the army, ah, eh ! The cops must be happy with as many slurs on the governor Schwarzennegger, eh, Yvon! The couple in the news, well, I guess Glaxo bought Sein Feinn as well as Jean Chretien. Evil worker! The United Nations should bomb your head evil aleph! Alpha, a french guy? What a lame attempt at lie, C.I.A......Angelina with THAT! A swiss witch lipstick from San Georgio, a has been from europe and a mad shit from rampton Hospital, Alpha, I am sure Angelina would beg to catch some show with you in Montreal but she has six in the lounge and Brenton is...Well, populus, eternally masturbated by the comments they wrote salivating at debts, and lips selaed on the matter at ther hands wet and slid over, under, the garment, and metallic hops, inside the ropes.....What the fc7ku with metal in cops, Aleph? Brother......There is more meaning in the street than there is in your pansy castle of Oblivion.........BOMB THE COUNT !!!!!

DELIVER ME !