Friday, January 01, 2010

chinese of these




The suffering of those eyes| Gracious lent to painful lust. Libdido's .... direction...





In the now she's wefted its wheeze. Hurried to its benison the grace grace to her means and learning to its cape a southern repose over the Oedipal strain.. get over that hill .. Mexico my gods are coming.. the choice is gods and ... no t a


brilliant wink of sleep or the Morpheus being.. push off that beam that grimping deity ... keeping out her betweens to becomings its lover.. this chronicle's hoary repeats its tent...