"My child, my sister, think of the sweetness to go there to live together!" About twenty shots in an attempt to cast off and get caught for a moment, for a moment only, for a disciple noonaute connected to his strange machine to travel in the imagination. The desire to be choking at the end of the chain to know that resistance is futile, as the inevitable approaches, there will be no other solution. Understand that it is time to let go, to let live, until the end of every nerve, each of its skin patches, each of his tears. And enjoy the trip to intoxication ...
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