The purple orgasm Bashny.Net

< Felix Komarov



The purple orgasm, forgetting sarcasm, open the dream of heaven ... there orange faces emit laughter and the great red devil dances. it flows through the veil sirotinushka tired ears to the sky pricked ... near midnight ... having done the bare arbors, they stiffened nymphet, out of the box sweets on a napkin dividing ... the one who came out - and he is alive ... he and vyschelknul freedom like a louse from his beard and hide in nature in anticipation of mowing ... it was the mustachioed devil with a large bald head, and sparkling sounding bald patch pretending it is me ... hit the tail buzzing from the nose, lit terry smoke is responsible cigarette questions young ... oh, Gudim, brothers, Gudim ... in Solovki on settlements and leaving sopim ... in anticipation of the eclipse are not saying anything. Nothing we did not tell you about the forgotten heaven ... why oil smear, crowning eternal fear ... why disclosed the sky for the madmen and children ... why we ask for bread ... not death as quickly as possible.