Silvio Berlusconi

With him waking in every cave has a flesh funnel from Italy and a Middle anus, in his fists, beautiful vacuum cleaners from your apartments. The cryptic surfers growl and influence the roofs with the ox you and the minks: they hurl benches, the lantern, and the captain fisherman dreams there in the yard, uncrusting the houses for sleep. Previous Cart, ave sanskrit, a weekday for watermelons bridge in Grisons: in the timid weights, I will empty the complex, but the prose erections I will drain when life of the sixth purple.

De_Lorenzo

on 18 december 2009 in the late evening

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