A besion : one need
I hang down my soul when I frustrate. The sense of a hole is my shelter of my whole. In this view they represent something that is feminine. I lost my free wills and I ascribe to madly loves.
The flow back of sea waters from beaches are the only fatalisms. Submissive loves are determinism and our worlds are full of sex mania. The devil goes on love you with the will of a wisp.
The lusts are on the will of virtual partners. Cunning vixens have no fierce tricks. The spokes are meshed legs. The hubs are full of holly creams. I eat only pure fruits. Blue bilberries open in dresses.
All the loves are whorled patterns of friends. My rights are dominant as the weak Sextans (star). However my mind has my brain child from ligers and tigons.
Blue berries are not the only peeled fruits. All my submissions to loves are only Hydrus (star) to Hydras(star). Submissions are a short snail that over all my respects but all my loves and sexes are long snakes.
They (snakes) are very bright in color. Loves are always the very high grades of the fifty-plus. Do every lovable slave entitled with all amazements of their Queens.
May be I am chartered! The strikes of swift waters like waves in soft tones are tongues in the time scales. All layers are one (love-graphy) picture. My master s brains are some virtual rocks.
The swift water weaves strike the coasts in soft tones. They are the tongues in the time scales. Bitches try not to bitch me bit by bit. I promise you that I am only a bit part of all your loves whether you are the needs (besion) of aprils or Decembers.
by cheung shun sang=cauchy3=laplace181