They make fun of me because they play better than me, so it's easy, it's not bad. He said. He crossed the vapors of the dervish-turners, the hashish-smokers, he said. Life is worth nothing, no, life is worth nothing. But I, when I hold on, hold on, but I, when I hold on, there, in my two hands, dazzle the two pretty little breasts of my friend. I say. Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing is worth life. He saw the space between the Jetset, the Fasts, the Palaces, and the surface technicians. Others hope to see the old Sergeant Pepper in the Monasteries, but it's only Richard Gere. He came in like an insect on an Internet site to see the people of the sects, and he said. Life is worth nothing, no, life is worth nothing. But I, when I hold on, hold on, but I, when I hold on, there, in my two hands, dazzle the two pretty little breasts of my friend. I say. Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing is worth life. He saw the lack of love, the lack of money, how life is detergent, and how it cleans the legs. He played forbidden games for asleep friends, he said. Life is worth nothing, no, life is worth nothing. But I, when I hold on, hold on, but I, when I hold on, there, in my two hands, dazzle the two pretty little breasts of my friend. I say. Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing is worth life. Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing is worth life. Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing is worth life. Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing is worth life. Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing is worth life. Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing is worth life. Thank you.