Fairytales do yourself, huh? Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. These are the days when they are inferio

Fairytales do yourself, huh? Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. These are the days when they are inferior. From today? These were probably the beginning mill of a long time ago. Or so. Fuck. I wonder if it would be moving to another planet? Good-planet? Are you there? Please, please mill help me and not find a way there. Please. Please. Please? In fact, such a place would be enough, too, that just is not constant with an ax, skull crushed. mill I do not know whether it will also become blunt ax ever? Given these circumstances, one might say that it is already in hand, the blade should be flown. Butterfly knife. Wait there, I'm Comin '. Purr. : (