Dig this Daddio:


kill I Wonderiningly, of bend.

same big posts, "Frasier" of lo! to chrysalis. Dancing juice a the
destiny of Man. Becuase gods have no pity on those borne when history
began! but only the High Epoch can make it learn All of a sudden
dreams come true. Come with me drink my awful wine. for little spots,
that itch and burn. And as they looked up, the star were winking But I will always feel the right to chicken done right.


Seed me again