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Oh mama, why did you have to tell me that? Achar for you in the afternoon. Sangria and a bone marimba. Your inner tongue got loose, and relaxed. She gave me the brush off. She the royal she, the car of the slut. The woman in industrial times, the modern one. Using a body, no matter what. Nothing holy, when it comes to love, eh? A big mess all over her precious temple, she´s in. Though the omni - she has it enclosed in the twilight - zone That useful space, for painful and awkward happenings. The unconcious rush into genitals. No mind paid, just driving. Was it worth it, or is it just training a technic? Whatever, it seemed spicy and rough. Time won´t tell by the speed of life. Sorry if your car broke down. Thanks those pills made you balanced once again. Thanks the chemical industry, you can live further on. What would life be without L O V E ? Is there a religious industry btw?