Tuesday, October 17, 2006

tireLeSs wolf

tireless wolf. come to my hut


Tireless wolfcome to my hut _ she hung his face, AntiOedipus daringthe death tap three fingers to sheeted wind-buff, wears the knock-knob in his handsome face. Excuse this pray she reversed the charges scrum to this loving man her sonself to her daughterbecomings. Word-dell steer-cong and tee-fowl . What rong is that works the minute pavement of its telling?