When I laugh like this, in January, save me from the dungeon, don't make me cry, this changes me. New year, new life, bitch is a joke, dabari, dabarai, I'm blue like Facebook. Dread jumps out of my boat, canoe, it doesn't work for both of us, and I'm full with all of this. To live is to transform, and you're standing, waiting for the plate, full of food, but it's dirty that you, put it inside your body. Chemicals, yes, feed the pig like this. Focinho limo, gets dirty with the fattest. It's trigo limo, with flour in your pocket. The pecoxinho, starts to be a whole shell. The querolim, now it's kinda loose. You don't care, you ski in the rough. Welcome to the life of a carojo. You also know that possession is a *** addiction. Double meaning in this ***, boy. When you're there, you feel every movement. Hot temperature, we take the judge, boy. Slow beat, it always speeds up. We're always empty, you're giving this away, boy. The pleasure of it lights up, and the bed lights up. That what involves people is magic. It's a moment where you're aware, that it's always possible to heal any wound. Violent ***, different romantic. Powerful intrigue, a cantica and nana. And if it's opaque, share the stake. In the heart of the vampire, which is a virus in the spirit of AK. What you take and keep. Pretending to be a bandit, protected from the shots by guards. For what you kill, there are people who will never connect to you. I make my juice, because you'll connect. I'm fed up with fake sugar, feel the decalage. In iron, there's pill, I don't want gold. Men's dreams are not Antoran scenes. Open your eyes, catch the feathers that fall from the birds. Look at the blood of your people and write the truth. www.circlelineartschool.com