your sign?. Let me turn you on. . Goes along with the territory. She wants to * you tonight. Please, smelling like on a wino. Om her knees. Please, selling you her. Gothic rocket dreams
write in white on the black block. (No warning, no warning). This is critical mass destruction Pro-active Communista sin documentos. (This is the call). The anarchist conspirators are downloading
. With haggard burning eyes. Their icy voices tear our hearts like knives We came through. Like the Gothic monsters perched on Notre Dame. We observe the naked souls of gutters pouring forth mankind