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2011-05-31 23-55-15 |
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Become my surrealist valentine! That are you, whose robust smile threatens so that you can dissolve the haunting abstractions for past, present, and future having its sub bbw sweden in Emmett lime and radiant effusions? And also who might I be, but some serendipitous surrealist suitor, seeking to signify his sentimentalist suprasensuality by just explaining the elegancies and eloquencies on the most ecstatic and eclectic adviser of Eros.
�I am writing not with mundane ink nevertheless the red blood that drips out of my heart. � (Masoch)
Let us drink fine wine and require a dagger to the hearts of the people metaphorical boiloff kings of tethered waters�who, just like the monetary economy, ensure that any insinuations along at the impossible die at the home of desire. And, as these cosmic creatures about restraint groan and moan inside the throes of death, let us kiss upon a vista even as watch below us the solar power multiplication of silver spiders, symbolizing the intricate development individuals innermost dreams and fantasies.
And making use of their severed heads we shall pave palace roads to unborn Trotskyist empires... and dive�dive headfirst�into the eternally joyful cringings of your boundless ocean.
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