Lost in a fray of torture tolchoke the wounds of the abondoned red oozes from the mouths of forgotten pores will gasp for air until swept clean break
Lips like that lack eloquence and i'm wondering his mute demeanor shows uncontent flow out the door slipping deep into absurdity the well shakes and
Fight the good fight. hold on, you love the overused. sparks will fly, and it's beyond your grasp. good luck with the overtrodden. intricacies and overtures
to another new place Peripatetic is the only word That I had ever heard that people could use That really describes him There's no other word could do that Only other
