Hey, check it! Dragged blinds, shooting into the empty walls of the metallic grating backfire. The illusion of a post-synchronów. I do not use subversion, even when the jokes, so if the name you bitch, do not ask what I meant. Another thing that just about anyone not even thought of. I watched you leave the building, arranging his men major steps in the streets, day, urolopy, orgasms, years. You were now miraculously bezideowa, clean, free. "My" Bandit Queen. Gone beyond the horizon before the next blocks, the last time you looked in my direction, but it was only a reflection of the sun reflected in the chrome louver. Bit his lip until blood podbiegły. I wear this trail today.
I wear you on the retina of the eye with a chisel carved suggesting too much imagination, you're wearing a dope layout / Shadow. It beats on you glow chalk paper. You gulp of cold air, jumping into the sea in czterdziestostopniowy heat. Do not trust contracted the blind, because it's just one of my tight facial expressions, which you can try to break in August. As in "Track of my tears." Still I run as if each of the five thousand smells and your dream of knowing the weight of your gaze. If someone you said something about Everest, fuck it, in my eyes you were always dziesieciotysiecznikiem. Even sky's not the limit, Smalls (!!!). I pull you into the lungs, applies in the vein. With you, everything starts to shine, in a way that brings me to the position Hanks in "Cast Away." You're like a dream in the forefront, "Incepcji", everything else is just sand in the eyes, which eventually disappears. That you had in mind Sinatra when he sang: "You're so unportraitable." I used to not grabbing, but I saw a picture on your light, but it still wasted some 40 watts, because of all this to you is light. When you disappear behind the curtain bustle szluga smoke, unable to find the strength to thee flee down the stairs as the Pilch in the intro, "Strong Angel" with the difference that I did not drink anything. And nothing but weave web of associations that I have already told you, always in the third person instead of first, and it already does not even subjunctive. Definetly Maybe not. But, again quoting Oasis "When I face the sun and cast no shadow. "And the context of the sun is obvious, because earlier I mentioned something to the light. Truth is that even when you have a footprint in the arms, separates us a little more than a centimeter, and very well could be in any other place. Everything is happening is not even between words, and above them. How u umlaut Jims'a, and to remain with the classic "The only pair of eyes, what I see is the ceiling".
I wear you on the retina of the eye with a chisel carved suggesting too much imagination, you're wearing a dope layout / Shadow. It beats on you glow chalk paper. You gulp of cold air, jumping into the sea in czterdziestostopniowy heat. Do not trust contracted the blind, because it's just one of my tight facial expressions, which you can try to break in August. As in "Track of my tears." Still I run as if each of the five thousand smells and your dream of knowing the weight of your gaze. If someone you said something about Everest, fuck it, in my eyes you were always dziesieciotysiecznikiem. Even sky's not the limit, Smalls (!!!). I pull you into the lungs, applies in the vein. With you, everything starts to shine, in a way that brings me to the position Hanks in "Cast Away." You're like a dream in the forefront, "Incepcji", everything else is just sand in the eyes, which eventually disappears. That you had in mind Sinatra when he sang: "You're so unportraitable." I used to not grabbing, but I saw a picture on your light, but it still wasted some 40 watts, because of all this to you is light. When you disappear behind the curtain bustle szluga smoke, unable to find the strength to thee flee down the stairs as the Pilch in the intro, "Strong Angel" with the difference that I did not drink anything. And nothing but weave web of associations that I have already told you, always in the third person instead of first, and it already does not even subjunctive. Definetly Maybe not. But, again quoting Oasis "When I face the sun and cast no shadow. "And the context of the sun is obvious, because earlier I mentioned something to the light. Truth is that even when you have a footprint in the arms, separates us a little more than a centimeter, and very well could be in any other place. Everything is happening is not even between words, and above them. How u umlaut Jims'a, and to remain with the classic "The only pair of eyes, what I see is the ceiling".
Sex Bob-omb - [Scott Pilgrim Vs. The World # 01] We're bob-omb Sex
