And here we are my buddies and I, with more animal than human, with hair on the skin and a huge sex. With wars constant, instinct and uncertainty. In times of peace it deserves. With encouragement abrasive, oxidizing agent, which boils on contact with the wind. A being in full swing, right hand, no future. We are the conflict that precedes every movement. We are creating the seed of a tree unknown.
not our circumstances as we thought the Russians, but simple monkeys camouflaged by technique and ephemeral success, the wick is consumed before winning the powder to gain prominence. Schizophrenic bare our souls to the world to die without remedy, the fool who should be locked up and killed us the wisdom guide to the beat of nonsense.
... and could not be happy that at this time.
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