my children left the place that gave them pessimism and profanity from the excess of spinal fluid in their garden.
if you found yourself in a patriarchal dump of outdated concepts, what would you do first?
i did everything that was in my hands - I hung paper airplanes around the room and made fun of my holy face.
to hell with the Baptists who do not see an obvious solution to the problem of world religious consciousness...
my fatigue has penetrated deeper than the black fool that was born in my nervous system
do not play political games, otherwise you will find yourself on the sidelines of life from all kinds of dangerous, bad-smelling risks.
tell me, where did you sleep last night? Have you seen spiders from Mars in your own bed? how much did you drink purple syrup before fishing?
how much template text is needed to be in the mother's womb again?
it's too late to change anything, you need to adapt to receiving a new portion of milk and shit, because your shit is my milk.
number one on the list of black guests, unwanted flights and exemption from memorizing the French language
loving little Mrs. Scary was the same as loving death
much of what I knew turned out to be pure lies, like a broken head of a fan of the creativity of the children of corn.
God's love gives unforgettable impressions and disappointments from the material and moral damage received.
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my puddle guts know only one of the many reasons for disagreement in a society of snobs and numb upstarts who are trying their best to take away the last piece of cheese!
each of the pieces of big cheese knows where the lumberjack came from, oppressing his own wife and relatives on the roof of the children.
i'm running out of words... there are only a few words left... eating fish is normal
the leader of the nobility and the Nobel Peace Prize for inciting the Vietnam War...
a lot of words have been irretrievably lost, but if you suffocate in a dream, you can acquire boundless happiness associated with free toilet passes.