No texting (part closure - "From the unwritten letters of a painter") | Reso
Scotti drank rather than saying this, eat it with brandy spoken words One never came, but went in digs (ç'hyn within sufferings hold Sully) ... we were in Carnegie, to that bar with shelves books and waitress black suits. I hope you could understand more about Hector, but even he knew nothing more, it is frightening to think, though, that another die from reading a message, while grah across one of the bridges of the city's ubiquitous the afflicted wooden storage boxes . The përfolëm during those twenty-thirty seconds, wooden storage boxes early befasimin of text that said those wonderful words in the eyes of every man, then forget those two crucial three seconds small correction of the wheel.
- The more I see the crash site when andejpari pass - said Scotti, - traces of the accident is deletes time, see how black the tires are diluted more and more rigid on the concrete of the bridge, rain and wind erode layer after layer, even hitting the side wall of the ear is a fine dust. And the pain for Hector wooden storage boxes Fading wooden storage boxes slowly.
- A wonder indecency with yourself why today I am less worse than yesterday, - continued, - whereas yesterday I was less than yesterday. As the tire marks on the road that rain quenches even the worst of my blood is rinsed and Lymph, filtered through the kidney is more, God forgive me, but the pain of close friend can see how to unload every day white porcelain bath, and shampoo and rinse with centrifugal force and cruelty galexhantit. Whenever I get that bridge grieve to see myself in them and faded traces trail day will not be more of it will only be seen as opaque ei rigid concrete bridges will declare a day of mourning. A black dot black though makes no representations.
- You know me do not want my materialism, wooden storage boxes that disfigure me. But that can hold senses, wooden storage boxes as we can not shqisim we face when likes of mind - Scotti had already wooden storage boxes received a sunken cheeks heat at all, which I know him well. - One for each respective chemical sense. They came back two cognac. - Since rinsed wooden storage boxes ... Lot, for example, is strong electrolytes! .. Cognac wooden storage boxes that I did not know me as porositeshin. - Uranium decomposed. Scotti nervously changed wooden storage boxes the place of the glass that brought waiter. - Uranium decomposed, - reiterated. - How did you then gjysmëkohën the dissolution of love for me, baby? Carbon isotope to trace them feelings! Laughed without smiling.
U nder awhile wooden storage boxes quietly took syprinës corners of the table. - How long "shelf wooden storage boxes life" wooden storage boxes of love? I withdraw the goods with slow turnover. That to have even higher price. You know, in a town I lost dyqankë ten years I see a set of boxes of golf, with all up to the white gloves. I will forgive him while I was fucking with the shopkeeper! But he keeps. - Maybe not in town before love sports wooden storage boxes with white gloves - venture to say something, how to speak, taking the glass persistently smell, as I had a doubt. - Exactly! - Called Scotti. - There is no chemistry. - Most likely, - I said, - but as you say, a rise for how long can people go? Not heed me. - A One never say "chemistry" matching, proximity? Are we are not all chemists with instinct, wooden storage boxes - continued. - Chemists fine. In another life I went without late nights studying chemistry in the lab. Pyrex beaker true I was. Doctorate of that world I kollagjen under the skin ... like a secret Rembrandt toothpaste, you know. I assumed, as I wind over cognac. With the same question. - Thermodynamics of carbonates are horrible - said suddenly.
I know that when such sentences follow the glass shaking and facial distortion ala Bbking, Scotti needs emptied. Rinse any residue strong acids or salt. - I did not know, - said, - not caught in time. That time were a couple with no fancy much Nade. I noticed that the size of the drafts is right with extension përjestim drink, while their escort-taste in the mouth, in inverse proportion to it. - A honey combs the days go monogamous; muted beige with gray base color of autumn luxury. I was neon, cold, glittering though. An epic sun feminine world out there outside. Illumine, but very little heating, as you say. I watched with amazement saw a marvel, as seen man, whose jams is already an irreversible thing. - Security of idleness is something alarming, - continued in the same tone, which I did not understand wooden storage boxes myself never mocks or not - as calm when the city emptied before tornados. And of course, little doubt about alien DNA in you, very special, originally suspicion for cancer, then chip computer system installed after whiplash, exactly paranormal activity in your driveway. Worried by mospërdorjes muscles. Less fear performance as spice that goes anywhere. So all it appears to be a happy man.
- Problems I found a dream night with erotic torment. Ex
Scotti drank rather than saying this, eat it with brandy spoken words One never came, but went in digs (ç'hyn within sufferings hold Sully) ... we were in Carnegie, to that bar with shelves books and waitress black suits. I hope you could understand more about Hector, but even he knew nothing more, it is frightening to think, though, that another die from reading a message, while grah across one of the bridges of the city's ubiquitous the afflicted wooden storage boxes . The përfolëm during those twenty-thirty seconds, wooden storage boxes early befasimin of text that said those wonderful words in the eyes of every man, then forget those two crucial three seconds small correction of the wheel.
- The more I see the crash site when andejpari pass - said Scotti, - traces of the accident is deletes time, see how black the tires are diluted more and more rigid on the concrete of the bridge, rain and wind erode layer after layer, even hitting the side wall of the ear is a fine dust. And the pain for Hector wooden storage boxes Fading wooden storage boxes slowly.
- A wonder indecency with yourself why today I am less worse than yesterday, - continued, - whereas yesterday I was less than yesterday. As the tire marks on the road that rain quenches even the worst of my blood is rinsed and Lymph, filtered through the kidney is more, God forgive me, but the pain of close friend can see how to unload every day white porcelain bath, and shampoo and rinse with centrifugal force and cruelty galexhantit. Whenever I get that bridge grieve to see myself in them and faded traces trail day will not be more of it will only be seen as opaque ei rigid concrete bridges will declare a day of mourning. A black dot black though makes no representations.
- You know me do not want my materialism, wooden storage boxes that disfigure me. But that can hold senses, wooden storage boxes as we can not shqisim we face when likes of mind - Scotti had already wooden storage boxes received a sunken cheeks heat at all, which I know him well. - One for each respective chemical sense. They came back two cognac. - Since rinsed wooden storage boxes ... Lot, for example, is strong electrolytes! .. Cognac wooden storage boxes that I did not know me as porositeshin. - Uranium decomposed. Scotti nervously changed wooden storage boxes the place of the glass that brought waiter. - Uranium decomposed, - reiterated. - How did you then gjysmëkohën the dissolution of love for me, baby? Carbon isotope to trace them feelings! Laughed without smiling.
U nder awhile wooden storage boxes quietly took syprinës corners of the table. - How long "shelf wooden storage boxes life" wooden storage boxes of love? I withdraw the goods with slow turnover. That to have even higher price. You know, in a town I lost dyqankë ten years I see a set of boxes of golf, with all up to the white gloves. I will forgive him while I was fucking with the shopkeeper! But he keeps. - Maybe not in town before love sports wooden storage boxes with white gloves - venture to say something, how to speak, taking the glass persistently smell, as I had a doubt. - Exactly! - Called Scotti. - There is no chemistry. - Most likely, - I said, - but as you say, a rise for how long can people go? Not heed me. - A One never say "chemistry" matching, proximity? Are we are not all chemists with instinct, wooden storage boxes - continued. - Chemists fine. In another life I went without late nights studying chemistry in the lab. Pyrex beaker true I was. Doctorate of that world I kollagjen under the skin ... like a secret Rembrandt toothpaste, you know. I assumed, as I wind over cognac. With the same question. - Thermodynamics of carbonates are horrible - said suddenly.
I know that when such sentences follow the glass shaking and facial distortion ala Bbking, Scotti needs emptied. Rinse any residue strong acids or salt. - I did not know, - said, - not caught in time. That time were a couple with no fancy much Nade. I noticed that the size of the drafts is right with extension përjestim drink, while their escort-taste in the mouth, in inverse proportion to it. - A honey combs the days go monogamous; muted beige with gray base color of autumn luxury. I was neon, cold, glittering though. An epic sun feminine world out there outside. Illumine, but very little heating, as you say. I watched with amazement saw a marvel, as seen man, whose jams is already an irreversible thing. - Security of idleness is something alarming, - continued in the same tone, which I did not understand wooden storage boxes myself never mocks or not - as calm when the city emptied before tornados. And of course, little doubt about alien DNA in you, very special, originally suspicion for cancer, then chip computer system installed after whiplash, exactly paranormal activity in your driveway. Worried by mospërdorjes muscles. Less fear performance as spice that goes anywhere. So all it appears to be a happy man.
- Problems I found a dream night with erotic torment. Ex
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