It 's all because of drinking ... I read this. Otherwise you will not read. I could remain in the square in Bellinzona to look at pussy, but no. Instead, I stress. Just the other night car crash on I wanted, just wanted to hang in the closet tonight, tomorrow I'll just full of life, I want tumbler in the face, Maradona's life, life aggressive stuff Che Guevara ... Instead I will be in a brothel with any buttocks pumped to a thousand, you either Portuguese images, tuberculous saliva that, when faced with a cypress tree, maybe in Inverness, perhaps Nibionno, those planted on purpose, say (and think), but yes , what the hell I care about AIDS.
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