DON'T READ THIS!
I want to tax the frown off that bushy moron's nose and bond with all divisions of wet terrorist tissue paper and nonsense in the parking zone of decades. Surprise for the tutrex-addititions! We all exist in the Forgotten Actual, no? Don't read this! The choice of robots receives the blessing of the bleeding dance of Original Sin and Joy. Happiness may be only a yummy Pinhead Buddha laughing thru the glass, dark matter reversed...gears for situational anti-death! I seed. He saw something worse. The dumbshit pissed around his own eyeballs on the road to Wollte Castle amd the food is ready...protein. All podiatrists with cell-phones...DIE RIGHT NOW! To be an abstract stench within the suffering of legless pigs/I CAN NEVER BE NAKED! "He started babbling on." guns don't kill all sons need oil for their returning plans care for the downtrodden I FEEL ALL RIGHTY, WITH MY LANKY, SILKY NIPPLES...ON REVOLUTION!