Why is it so hard to find the tooth and nail affection?  From every distance, I see this path as a continuing.  It’s very easy to tolerate, but I’m telling you, it’s got little to do with relaxed or similar.

Again and again, I choose the festering palace of unnamed touch, something as simple as a selfless gourge of instrumentation.  It’s common all the same, to see things erect and tumble as if no person could verify what existed before a lateral communication.

At will of self and peculiar fishing, the odd of climbing the heresy is understable in a mutation not far from teetering pleasure.

I guess, the pleasure’s all his.


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