Garment Rack At Menards

manymoons

you.
By The Cavalcade.

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I walk through this grey streets
through this night with dark blue sky below
Try to come and join me in the city lights
burning afterglow.

It reminds me of a time that never was
when to be lost in the darkness was enough
when the rain swept the streets play home to my heart
and I was strong enough to play the part
I was strong enough to share my heart
my heart, for you.

Please don't ever forget me
and you will see the footsteps I've made
the dream hauting in care free
sweaping off, carring me away.

It reminds me of a Time That Never Was
When to Be lost in the darkness Was Enough
When the rain swept the streets play
home to my heart and I Was strong enough to play the part
I Was strong enough to share my
heart I Was strong enough to play the part
I Was strong enough to share my heart
my heart, for you.

[did not understand where he wrote.]

Sunday

Mount And Blade Smithin

por. que / é

Lynch, of Lynch really cool.

Highlights:
1. nh hotels.
2. Confessions on the dance floor.
3. Meets my ma.
4. The morning sunlight in my eyelashes.
5. Manifesting forces of the past.
6. Sauz pleasant visit.

party with people of the future and other misfortunes.

Highlights:
1. Go to weddings that are not invited and all good.
2. The resurrection of a girl.
3. Low-fi music hi-deli.
4. Again, an album in my room.
5. Voyeurism illustrated and applied.


"what a weekend episode 2.1"

Highlights:
1. The big wedding.
2. The hall outside the ladies' room.
3. Chambing.
4. Arugula salad, I always want more.
5. Heavy music for schools.


"what a weekend!" episode.

Highlights:
1. Pumas everywhere.
2. UNKLE.
3. Disco in the bar and in my room.
4. Chocolate Chango.
5. Ajijic.

Wedding Welcome Messages

2 1

By 2012 something will happen, even movies made. In the last lucid dream I remember happening to the world again. Passed all sorts of cataclysms eloquent as I walked quiet always dodging death in my dream there was a pervasive certainty where I do not spend anything. Yesterday, without warning we are in the midst of an alternative explanation of our origins as living beings, the proposal now is to place the human being as the mixture of an alien with a human (or a Lulu, as they call us aliens, which also have their name on race but forgot). Aliens created us after the dinosaurs, are experts in genetics, made us like them so much so that finished sharing their orgasms with us. It seems that recently in Beijing a gigantic UFO was sighted over the city, the airport air traffic had to be suspended for hours. My no interest on this me leads to only having read a couple of power points my mom has sent me the item, where it seems that the universe will align, ie, will remain a mess, but now the astral energy flow will channel or spread, expand, integrate, transmute or however you want to call otherwise. It is as if the second hand move forward one square at one time, a kind of simple "crack" or "click" or "tuck" almost audible. My friends said that we make a survival kit and hid in our meeting point in the woods of Spring, on the outskirts of the city. For once we started we left the bog to the point meeting, to see how we managed it. I stayed weighing, and once safely in our venue fucking what? "," Tuna to eat some toast?