I demand what they gave me
Like
were born to be judged guilty before
We talk
There is a hunter behind every idea
Fear of the freedom of others all Shoot
what flies. _____
The tramp on the street mea
Revenge is a physiological need
In the heart of being
savor my last days as a bomber
No wealth and satisfaction. _____
decent thing is turn
Leave unnamed days of the week
not give opportunity to the future
loose dog is a change for the life I'm not going to plant
what I gather. _____
men are not equal
Hunger distinguishes us
The world smells like wet dog
A bin is my mouth
The rust is a perfume
The look a glass wine
bites heart drunk. _____
The love life is nothing but an absurd fear of death
every day I care less what I have so abandoned
More
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