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Is more yours or is more Real? Minimized.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zOTIsNELvis Is more yours or is more Real? Minimised.
Wile the official Balance named the fair, after a century of progress, could not adopt nor control the values we spoke from The Empire. In this way the Faiths generated their own scientific progress, without backing up and called up to the one. That I need you both bring a simple order, as I hug the enraging drums on the soldiers, sticks and the Warrior Woman too who rube them p**sy up the line of their arse for them chicks to mount towards Victory. Let happiness arrive to warriors, a room within a room, a door within a door, let time bring it a time to yours and mine, to hers and yours, ours, something more from each, tell us what you see, among The Empire of role play, don't let Hatred or sleep you away, nor stop you but drive one an other for what you like, just like that, for the next Century become our fathers and brothers seed us children too every one of our lands and last breaths.
At this would just need my little savage time on my great deal to his Phallic Power.
Had look to my husband to his authority, now he is free to play his way and craft everything he wishes, love is unswear to have it all, his logical syntax, his raging wife. Only you could play this rage back, your sweet touch, how impossible is for me to respond your massive Craft, how impossible is to all of us, you nearly convince me I'm real and I need something more. I need every one to respect the space you earn, my sister Nymphs just calm down for his f***.
Don't make me cynical, don't let my dark humour manipulate minds, those things are not true if once is in the centre of the Storm and at the Hill of Madness and above it facing the Great Abyss Agh! Pallas! Don't you like to show your Phallic Power, don't you? Have us Admire you? How much Negation would be there when I like to suck from it till you get sick, and your display it so generous to any whose appearance is deceptive to it as pleasurable, hum?
Had sip from the poisoners of my cup, with a little inner laugh of deep unknown wisdom that was quiet very serious, could not take my mind over him, he crafted my p**sy and arse inside out, ordered to kill me and gave me this body so long ago.
I accept it, to make him more mad, as I drink from his Crafting Genius, no one would wish to share our Methods, conceivable to love them all no matter the rage all around and still hold a place of wonder. Play it, destroy them hearts to love more, to make them wider, to work it wider with expansion. Grant me a line, Agh! Phallas, you have being always free for me to treat you as I wish. You have being always free to enrage them as you wish. Be honoured by the Styx and all others, and care your hatred because my promise has end to be hiding and my forgiveness walks on the earth now towards the sunshine of Olympus, I'm not Hera, but there is only one Zeus to me, I will walk into the light as I did from this cave as I'm, for whom ever fears death and the immortal, I will help Charon collect the golden Coins and let the Lost Souls sink down if had not recover values in them lives to one an other.
The greatest happiness, was something the Divine was so confused from, the principle of Utilitarism was one specifically useful given to me.
Had made long ago a pact, this time I raise my self playing away from the shadows with my Binding Oath to the light with dignity, now every one adores you and I can walk free.
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