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I have named this subsection of the site – picture and text. I am trying to express the essence of a picture in one phrase. The pictures are large, all the subtleties are in the details. My new verses, music and book.
I am, originally chosen, to be the ancestor of kings.
I like modern ladies, they’re beautiful looking and always are ready to ride.
It’s good to have eaten, then chew piece of bread. And wait for a half sleep nirvana.
I’m moderately stupid, but always good-natured. I’m cheerful, funny and stubborn.
My dear ones, here’s your Daddy, brought you delicacies different.
I want to eat, so great much, grab with my feet, take to the hutch.
You are too young, for seen disgrace, I do not want you to see.
A general view, and general thought, about a strategy, general.
Sleepy am I, sleepy unknown, not to myself, others not to.
I am so glad, invested behoved. My knowledge helps, do it high-loved.
I am a gourmanian special. My bank is the sumptuous DB.
I want so much, sublime perfect love. Сhampagne with cakes, and flowers lots. She only wants, embraces and kisses, strong and prolonged support.
A lady my Darkness, I am, yours forever, no weak-minded mildness or whitened despair.
My nose is exposed, exposed too much, to get me in trouble severe.
What’s lurking in there, a something to eat, but stay unconditionally fit?
Hey dude, it seems to me now, that beer’s been little too strong.
I wonder, tonight a party is planed? I’m single and very much passionate.
I’m sorry, my mother’s, imprudently met, my extra-peculiar father.
Who’s clean, who’s unclean, the question it is. I am, not at all, an exception.
Glide over my deep and serious thoughts. Which are, not for kids, propagated.
I’m vicious and rude, you’re tender and clean. It’s pure, our love, designated.
Dearest, dear. Where have you been, weakened and frightened, so long.
What is true friend – help when you need it – laughing and grieving along.
Before you can say, you are so pretty, I want you a little, be shocked.
My family’s diverse, grandma and grandpa, and parents, dispersed, and feathered my bro.
A virtual image projecting the real, the warped and perverted, with criminal feel.
She’s a curse for the weak, and a dream for the strong. An endless sunset or an infinite dawn.
My destiny’s led, by leaden, the arm. I envy much spread, high led-flying charm.
Mama, don’t cheat me, I’m grown enough. Kids are not found in cabbage.
Hush granny, don’t cry. I’ll give them a bashing, haul up your mischievous grandchildren.
It’s only one thought has nested my mind. A dark and worrisome grievance.
My language – the street, is native by now. I’ve learned it a bit, and use it somehow.
My passion is odorous, redolent and bright. A florist devoted – tiny, polite.
I am precious stoned, black elegant slim. An extra attorney, expensive and grim.
Dreamt life is a misery, self made and possessed. No love or success, just endless’ depressed.
My life is a witchcraft, my soul is darkness. And even abyss, afraid talk to me.
No more black lines, no more distress. I’ve got a wizard, my life to redress.
Men are subject to a beautiful girl.
Kleo and Alex
Stop talking nonsense, my ears are already hurting.
“I’ve been kissed by a rose on the grey.”
The strategy genius.
He’s not worthy of love, affection or fondness. You cling to a stove, the frivolous pompous.
Desolation I like, and dangerous endeavour, and no way, into the nowhere.
So sorry am I, disturb you a bit.
The case of ditching.
Producer and his ladies.
I don’t know why, I’m cursed and forgotten. It’s surely not, my fault anymore.
You’re beautiful much, not ever be happy.
I don’t want to sleep, it’s sleepy the weather, has stationed a burden, on body, mine, weak.