The slow day's night that suddenly became bright; The chronicles of Christian; the vile creation - a pile of Haitians; good while of statements with piles. No. It's wait; See,; no it's the sun....Yes. May - be.
Love me. Taste me. Make you blush in a daydream on the cusp of a thrust it must so it may seem like its brushing the dust of your face. See, hear listen with clear vision, it's near piers glistening, isn't it dear Christian? Yes, yes it is. It's clearly vivid, isn't it? Listen, I know this is strange but it's supposed to be crazed you know this. I'm saying, See it does so it must, ain't it? I'm crushed into dust flushed up with a gush gazing at the sun touching us like a brush. It's touch. Aggravated. It's enough to please and soothe. Relief. Recluse - glued to the seat in my room creeping one evening at noon going nuts so much that I'm angry. Grab the Mercedes. You're dad Is waiting on the path that we're taking and i suspect with much regret that is aggravating. It's sad to say it see? I happened to pass the hat dear baby. He's all yours. Welcome back. Here, wait please. Oh no. Lost. We're faded. Confiscated. I'm obligated. Y'all better make it don't pause here. Wait. See, it peaks at noon, it's leaving at dusk in a gush of the musket tumbling and dumped in a tub of sudden eruption and lushed, no blushed at the bursts, no the firsts in spurts that purged the herds that spurred through the day dreams it must so it may seem its gone way too fast. It's an honest fact. Big bomb exact - ly. Reactions happen - nig with a flash of synapses collaps - ing on literal infractions it's a little its actual it's factual it's absolute fact. See, we're back and it's happening. I'm holding you. Birth, my baby boy. My first, my thirst that's craved has at last been slain see. It's fascinating. Yes it's a fact I've had a baby, with a lack of facts, actually, fuck its aggravating her mother discovered the path I'm taking so she snapped and with that it happened I know dad, she had to be taken. Don't worry. Don't be mad. I'm waiting on change, baby. But things have been strange lately. Slightly deranged. Okay. Yeah. Maybe. It's up. Save. I lust, no blush in this daydream. Goodbye to you. Good luck. Look up. See my lust...My apologies. It's obviously, See that I must. What? You're nuts you leave me this instance. These winds - yes. Breath it. Believe it. It's just, well it's the reason you must. Goodnight my love. I'll see you at brunch. :)
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