Definition of "Some " type that does not stop shit on God, his mouth lost, but the mind holds. A impresentable of this society, totally out of place on this planet, struggling every day to escape far away , if possible, with the beloved.
is terrible and painful after years of many years, looking for your gnome, finally find it and realize that she is the real gem was missing in your heart, you see that is the better half of all your sunrise, which is able to share with you the same square feet, is as it is, to put it all lost oil (tuna) and do not care about anything but you. About everything, but you and your personality. And I, who want and need and as it is and what it is. I do not want riches, I want this gnome, and it is my treasure, it gives me everything. I say terrible and painful, because he thought my gnome to the absolute limits and decides or suggests both love is better than not. Fork us, we take a different path, that our newly grafted roots, back to being uprooted and what the future holds in store choice.
centuries waiting for this moment, crying for centuries to live a life with such intensity, that without my gnome, is not life, nor is des-life. A normal life, left by the wayside rather, to ruin, mental disorder, confusion and not doomed to live a sweet melody that my gnome if you know me in my ear. Explain that life or live-des-life there are no other words to my state without my gnome-is the soul fill you with alarm incendiary clavaros daggers in his eyes and no blood, but tears harsh, bleak and hopeless. Like say, I am who I am today, thanks to this "character / person" fictional and real at once. That is impossible to deploy a battlefield, but full of joy, humor and passion, the struggles for political and Arab countries, so as supernatural, well, naturally and with a style seen before. My gnome capable of impregnating, bathe, flooding, drowning and wonderfully noisy with his love, dedication, frenzy and madness inside my gnome.
you never
know, until you know your real gnome (and my gnome from which I speak, is the original, pure and positive that I will know in my four years of life). And I say, to speak more, to tell more about the gnome, it makes me feel weak, makes me break into a thousand pieces and difficult reconstruction. Occurs to me then my-and I have forbidden, and no longer see the sense in these years. In the final bloom where I just would not be able to take a simple kill or stalk.
I do not want this life for this couple of gnomes, I do not hurt, only passion and delirium. But to see who leaves the ship, who is capable, either, to throw overboard without dying before plunging into the cold sea, hides and camouflages any pain or sad death forever.
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