"And plunged into the red sea and watched the crowd came - in his real and unreal .. waves at that point in his view would have no more normal ... and if by some miraculous way the brains of six thousand male prisoners could be opened dissected and their reactions maps and millions of human lives ..era a common suffering ... and if they had a god or gods only in heaven, blue skies, and the tears of those creatures were rain, then surely it would have rained days and days on end. We are human beings and we are not alone .. it's horrible when it's a human being alone ...."
" The quirk of survival of pantominia of shame and degradation bloody hot sex and caprice that led those gods of sensuality orgy of microcosmic soft and slow death of the effusive pleasure of great emotion and little dignity ... the lady of the world has fun with blood "
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