Miss Abbasi Barnes licking her lips in 400 meters circuit race by Kenyan Ethipioan adversaries, anticlockwise.
Breaking the record of measured anger to kill your chance for happiness, whatever the fuck that is by a Freudian sour wine pour, pour some more to kill the self or the shyness. Let’s just fucking go (fucking something or someone else)
“I’mma little shy, but I think you know”
Being half Irish half Pakistani which is by awkward rape and rade sponsored by Ghenguis Khan, the movie, which he continued conquering.. yes far deep down dirty south. Breeding crowns, a hobby by the big dicks and superior knightship.
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Regardless of my publication within my publications, partners program and other seductive illusions, I must continue dancing now, before work, because just because I really really really don’t like to go working without my ass being shaken for a bunch of tracks.
So yeah, see you next chapt, champ.
*Medium doesn’t like it when I write really really really neither does my German friend that says it’s poor poetry but still makes love to me after reading this shit. yes, love. not sex.
