What if we went to the end of the earth and unearthed the ones who stand – like amiable alsoCANS? And what if we readied ourselves Like TasteFuL Crazy anyway and sent ourselves WilDlY O.T.T.? She
Isn’t worth the taking-of-time to unwind her mesmerising white lies: “she’s a little pretty figurine who fails to REALLY BOTH TRULY figure herself in (again).” We
Will have a blast without even realising it anyway, will even have been – knee deep in inhumane utterances. “Please release and let them see
All of these vagabond errors OF HER WAYS that must mean some things.” When we clearly (DO)
Carry the crawlHARD people WITH US… … and we enviously DO (for-sure!!) ask them how they came so unCOMFORTABLY FAR, “they ye all were!” It’s
A sip of the serene liquidF!LLED stuff (yet) AGA!N… and it’s a whole “WHO’S-WHO??!” catchphrase of filthy little reprobates happening AS-WELL, and if they seize the sake as everyone else’s best posed suppositions do (… DO TOO)
…. then they’ll most probably Fa!L to truly both SURELY Thrust themselves in. Yet-Again… . It’s official: “she’s been bleeding and feeling and falling…
so very far that THAT’S
The VERY-LAST sparring partnership to take eagle eyed effect anyway.” And the truth IS this
We. Kissed. constant. CrEaTioN. Because. We. Had. To
