Конфа дохуя 89.112.11.9
Чувствуешь расстояние, мудило? Это тебе не сраные БОНЫ, АНТИФА ИЛИ ЧУРКОБЕСЫ, это ОСНОВА МЫТИЩ, ёбана!
А вообще главное чтоб бормосом не назвали.
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«One of these days, I’m going to cut you into little pieces»
«One of these days, I’m going to cut you into little pieces»
«One of these days, I’m going to cut you into little pieces»
«One of these days, I’m going to cut you into little pieces»
«One of these days, I’m going to cut you into little pieces»
«One of these days, I’m going to cut you into little pieces»
«One of these days, I’m going to cut you into little pieces»
«One of these days, I’m going to cut you into little pieces»
Dead man naked they shall be one
With the man in the wind and the west moon;
When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,
They shall have stars at elbow and foot;
Though they go mad they shall be sane,
Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;
Though lovers be lost love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion.