Situations arise with the goods in the bag. I cardiovascularly exercise my right to rock and roll. It's how to tease creatures without the use of the word, finding one's intelligence in books while forgetting to use their mind! If luck should give way their grief had been free. A salute to your error kid, a break from tradition. I wait for the next oracle to please a social fragrance. Though in saying one's caution takes for granted that situation. Speak more to that which will not escape with all that is worthy of craving. A common mistake needs least attention, the good old days prevail. Empty plates of seasoned fries and coffee's dripping endless down the sides of your boyfriend the cup, old just means you're prepared to die while new days come when you least expect. Should it not have been so pleasant, I'd have stayed a blind man smiling. We could have positioned our lungs in a manner worth saving, collected and sold it for five in a jar. To redeem myself, I mention you before I jest. My name was never Samson. My strength radiates elsewhere. Give in to your prescriptions! Turning back would be guffawable. In the same way one would let one's bread run dry, gone are double decker passengers for fear of survival. Your native tongue was good for something, (licking stamps) and I see that practice has since been abandoned. I never came to be inspired for your supply of instant gratification. Leave that to the sponges, and not the Guerilla Press. I'd rather be tortured in song than in any day's headline.Birth sign: Sagittarius
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