Showing posts with label fist love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fist love. Show all posts

Thursday, 23 April 2009

Welcome.

To the devious hands of the maitre'd.
To the stain thought left in a crushed bag.
To the enmity vowel bald as a whippet.

Chlorine is here to purify your alter fact-traces. cuticle the dolorous 'scene' . glob the payroll. SMEG its own tiles. So, therefore, wipe for a breathe-through & join this relate. You'll not sorrow long.