we know no fault at all. the ziergs had attacked. hide. we know no judgment error. be close. we know nothing not beyond perfection. we hate persons eating our lunch without calling to God. we kill. we kill persons. then we wake up much more perfectly okay.
---slovakia's and latvia's and lithuanina's and romania's little petals falling up the sky at hidden instances of the day when you feel so sleepy and would like to see a constellation hanging. cute.
Sunday, September 12, 2010
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