Be silent, it is not necessary. Your shorts become wet, the cat is exhausted from desire. Mad dream of far summer. There passes night, morning comes, To replace morning new day, Behind it still, and it is wise, That life continuous rubbish.
It is strange that kind and evil forces are capable to choose for themselves so similar vessels. I to myself did not think up occupation and just went for garages, sat down on a shop and waited when there pass 30 minutes. It became soft and fell on knees, having clasped Katina feet hands.