Four hundred and seventy
The clouds had rocks in their ears
In and even if the low movements weighed upon haste against A discovered tear was still in the lumber-room Thrusting! All the minds Shouting! Striking the bow The long key the last kiss When a falling nail cried you damaged yourself One intimate law They appeared to follow and insult the two dangers Nothing should be able to call its stifling manner poor Speaking Have the lolling girls cried much
Four hundred and seventy one
At the block the limp hand found a sleeping hand It provided it with pleasure as the block with eyes turned back imagined the scene An acquired gesture within The roof it's repenting The shows recognized as ceremony Why were the turned eyes failing like the thrust knife with shame Failing to see the act outlive them Place time into a means for commanding life to work to occupy the viewpoint from the point of the clock At the sleeping block with turned eyes Failing
Four hundred and seventy two
No section now the course was unwritten Calm is involved where no interest transacted Head for a problem That is too accepting My religious monster waited to be hated You look like you've paused noncommittally Those with calculating sex are detached In the trunk the old slug beefed-up maybe she could intimately damage its lovely womb She can be priceless her personal store could join our hatred Control that extended dream No returning I'm in for the living not the reasoning A lady that's safe dwindled Park here We are shaking they greeted the T.V. fanatics Now unwritten the course is involved
Four hundred and seventy three
Pain prepared for injection Perpetually fastened about the change Threatening you don't you like it Beyond the optimism of your surface lying in the warm street the newly animated terror acts like a body In the dreams of an offspring paper weapons kill So during the experiences her offspring walked at random and it slyly pointed poised in greeting In her yellow shoes grunting Was awareness completely there Orgasms for the murdered patriot rather than redemption This acceptance is a pleasant reality Note the passages of publication have briefly been indicated Is a bell better than one dear letter The luxury of this staunching little truncheon It tickled the wide hands Her shit appeared when the pink penis suffered and then The pleasures The acquaintances will guide the amorous delight out That cruel crime On and in his resolute woman daughter of an unrivalled pleasure That's the instrument content The missiles were almost saved At the theatre he took a chance He said "Certainly" Her slender slit writhed Virtue Was the deep feeding woman mute The face of peaceable captivity As he went up to the flesh whip I ran but his naked abdomen kept the soldiers advancing The sentence was hard Their work was suddenly deflowered
Four hundred and eighty and four hundred and eighty six
Have you ever heard of a train falling down on a person
Do you get the impression you're walking on the wrong side of the route
Thou shalt not look in shop windows
A boy and a girl with a cat and (?) an eel
Sometimes my body is a dead weight, like stone, holding whatever
I had possible health alive in my head
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