darthkire

hey boy your tight electric shoulders do not suit you- tailor-suited just to fly like dust for dust we are and we Will too watch church films Saturday and you and i might laugh at inquisitions-                                   THAT will be like dust in mouths and copper trophies love is this too bold although you'll never see the Kalamazoo of dreams and morning                                                 dove? my boy are you quite well your shoulders tense forget about the lights of failure dear dear boy forget for me-                            such times i sense we never touched as purely sharply near my boy as then w