Q.fire cut A.loosely insipid, freelance game Q.what makes things faulter makes things rise from the dead. A.treasonous the forlorn captors who take pride in the quality of their shackles. Q. all things take time to be timeless, and timlessness to be without shackle, what will we do? A.take the seasons upon ourselves, take our breath to foeign sea shores and set them adrift on wading crates, an ancient tireless ritual, we are indians of ocean tribes. Q. does the last thing you say sound like a bell, or like a tire scar? A.bubbly, simply bubbly governer! (motions as a spot of tea to lips) Q.better to question answers with questions,than answer questions with answers.
Reason for writing:
thus simply felt awful when our uncle abbie done her in. she was a nice lady and deserved at least a little rits cracker now and then... instead she is a corpse.. but so what there are kids in greece with physical disabilities hanned cuffed to beds, who cannot speak or anything else.
patchbietincorporated.
Birth sign: Sagittarius
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