Christian Wrestling Gear

title : about how to put yourself into shit's Situations
subtitle : how to remove the animals from the hoods of the chimneys, and other funny things

it was the story of all the nodes that come home to roost?
dry enough with these men, enough of these human beings is uncertain, with just the eyes that look like the stained glass of cathedrals and who, like the stained glass, you do not need to own a dick. just with me, god, and with this continuing demand and receive and give and wait.
doctor, I have a shocking headache. has been the fifth pint of Scotch ale that I bought because I was sad but I never really wanted to drink. the whites of your eyes is no longer so white some mornings. I am convinced to be jaundiced. I'm stretching my feet. a certain point of view, the better. women living appucundriate!
the delegation arrived in mass without too much trouble. no one had objected, me neither.
go or not go to Florence in Florence ... this is the problem! Believe it or not ...
credereci stay or not stay ...
but it's worth it?
as it was, the story of the nodes?
where the Pignero, when you need a little 'music?

"button my plants
Flight of snow on your anxieties
pouring love on my limbs And
s'agit to kill me I would not look at me

But getting kidnapped for a second practice
can not tell me to treasure Do what
I need to feel you

driven by fantasy of a woman who knows
Return to a time drunk

When your skin soft for your precious smile
I was willing to give up the better part of me When
for your eyes
nothing dragging me stupid and tired
for all people
When I was a lone saint
Acrobat
Not
've ever asked for anything that went beyond your size and ridiculous
Catastrophic
together a rich girl Dutiful Daughter
Now my vein is exhausted
I swear I do not dare speak
To make you sick for a good time to let you know
to be able to love
I asked for my money assassins
I asked on his knees one month
My promise I have met and still
Of your infidelity are monastic temple
I could never pretend to be still continuing
merchant
boredom is sold by weight or per square meter
In my soul is a true lerciaio
are still willing to love a thing
Old young vamp
A ritruccare the myth of the hidden altar of thy glory

cowardice to comfort me by looking at the image of your hair
dizzying
of the Holy Bible to your breast
What I too often confused with God "

Jesus, please, take saverio and chuckled andrea patience!

music .. donics .. noise session4
photo .. the cage