bambou
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Age: 38
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Posté le: Jeu Aoû 25, 2005 10:21 am Sujet du message: Opium den
Rotten mouth.
In paper sleep. With his damned skin - withwithwith sMoke?
Allowed murder (because of because of all bloody dogs turning around his ghost
head)
Pretty long finger and what? Crushed pen? White mirror?
His cut smile. He doesn't care. Cut by his lucky painting. Cut by his lucky
kitchen.
No painting and no kitchen now.
Everything on the wall. He is eating his mother on the wall.
His eyes are rolling. He b**** the tree.
Fortunatly, there'll be two of them.
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