Shall I portray you as a blazing afternoon?
The freaking almanac didnt forecast amber rain.
She dreams herself the mystic lover of Che Guevara (a corpse) indoctrinated in anti-imperialismo and is roused to write an alturistic manifesto for the good of all humanity.
There is in this sack a different sort of meal.
What it narrows down to is a market-driven fantasia
on others themes. You got a tender little look at it
back there where three roads cross. Are you ticklish? has requested