krimm!
Monday - Son of illusion. His silver alloys, the first step perpetrator, shining gubia traces.
These are all possibilities consecutive spectra. I want to trust each of them to explore how rich is our world.
not advisable in this lunar day begin with no lasting works, but if the cosmic consciousness of time has any meaning? I do not know. Today there is born in August. Although we had
influence on the choice of dates, we decided to swim multicolored stream of day, to translate the vague uncertainty of hard steel. Standing in a closed circle, I'm not alone. Today, in a basement lit, the sacrifice of the Eternal Chtulhu sank in the cold blade Pregnant matrix. Plasaly around in pain all the forms of Shakti, and I bade farewell unmoving lips fading governing political fetus. Ancient tentacles scisnely my heart, and invisible fangs on it lasting wygryzly znak.Nie feel pain, do not feel anything. Maybe it brought a incense smoke and the lack of dementia?
Around Plona still white and black candles, but the heart of the wild rose clenched in your hands zmarnialo. Goodbye
Ksiezycowy fetus, which you have the night awake re-stream your smile and greet the new day. I bless you
- Creator, who gave you the first breath and servant, to lead his shortcomings.
krimm!
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