Burnt Orange Table Runner

time to grow

Ah .. Time apples of apricots in bloom, here we are nth eve of a new year celebrated the affinity for my sweetheart, who sealed in my heart. I take an occasion to reproach myself for ennessima , hopefully in the very last time worse.
Speaking of abuse and mistreatment, we will see you eating a rough rock. While the hate of hate, dictated by the acidity of our leaders back Formenti and its heads of mutual congratulations, not yet clear to me, but why I lost so much time.?
You can make this place a laboratory of ideas, release the brake your creattitudine (ihihi) sommorzare idolatry, with feelings of guilt that empty into a present full of miracles, in which obstacles and perversity lawful vanish targeted hybrid of a nightmare that never ceases, and still continues to act for the vulgar simpleton that you are nothing.
There is only hope for the best that lighterage in my heart, and I hope that all my love and faith in change it without shame.
I love her lips white and sunny with me your wonderful smiles, and the glory, not even the most atrocious libel was on the street, who are not sure, but something tells me, that will have no happy ending.
Maybe not for me. I still remember, and what I wanted to welcome in your white splendor.
but nobody wants to fuck you, why fuck?

I take an occasion to talk about how sad and vacqua Lecciso the image of the bitch, which ironically has "duty". Happy new
cosmoanno, from your Parasatan.
What a bright future free of hatred we face delivery.

Long Can Keep Pasta Carbonara Fridge

never used

Never used this livejournal, I remember going with a wonder of the services not to take part in the name of the Blob, for multimillion is fine, but no policy on the popular fury stylize the cricket, but that shit about point?
but that does not value the message that Italy has given around the world, and how he made a note of stone in the Italian newspaper, only oooooooooooohhh dick, but why is this damn feeling mold under there, these designers are designers who represent us, sketched out a surclasse of mongoloid with no ambition change in bello, in this wonderful tide of shit?
Mbah!