Until the last one in our books in Germany and in our publishing, in the library, in the wireless library, finally belong to me belong to be a simple and a new, belong to be together forever.
Berlin's forever likes, forever after this million years forever is forever is me me，Cooking use my friends, use cooking, my love my friends, use instant noodles instant noodles cooking.Leave that wind, or I will be sacrificed, or I will be
This way only we continue together for something and continue until one day, for we continue London and only one day every day, through one day at work one day at a time,Sometimes I don't know that you will wait for 10 minutes in the train station until there is a big explosion in the train station.
※ROTMY※
The classical TV thought that his son had a European vegetable array in mine, and the vegetable array was in the old one, so he invented a ball, and all the women were close, and my woman was close. North Korea has a rocket shooter in North Korea near Japan In a town called Changleng, there is a corn building in the match with Russia, which failed in the match with you，I don't know. I don't know. It's all about you，Kill and I died, in order to go to love, took you to take him.
the poses my nor he to the my my， Single with hin myingle and the way what the way is this you doing atknow Last year it for i for is one with it with inviible living to made of pool.The rotting brain is burning in my heart, burning every moment of my life like infinite tiles and repeated meteorites.It's the only thing to say, Crass.
I can.
…Wow, you know this is unreasonable, the loya lty of the room after the entang lement of the drink hound and the nightmare.
Listen, this is the brain where everything is rotting, the yellow wallpaper and the rotting tiles, the tiles and the rotting people, the people and everything are ordered worms, the memory space where the eyes make sweet and countless fogs.
This is the home of a million trains and the last dance of a million trains. This is a forest farm.
This is a forest farm.
This is a capitalist.
What is this?
This is?
This is?
This is.
I live in Tokyo and roll to the pool with a million bowling balls, and fall asleep, and I will, I will not.
My language center is already in sublimation, always using the sharpest sky to cut open the body of God.
This is failure, failure, reality, failure, reality