negative ryhme

Check something I'm bumping canned laughter fuck the afterlife Ill deal with that after I ignite flames connect through motion travel within caverns that forget travel was happening, I attack the solid grave beckoning sell whatever is appealing slice the rotten apple great minds tied with rope to the shovel, Judges gavel hits the wood if I would I could not last even twenty minutes, for all that can be good I realise twenty minutes ago that was when time got slower, than a passing comet, I told you already to drop that would not even stop it (so lay down your weapons)