Pack up your troubles in your old gym bag You gotta dance to the tune of Bolivian Ragamuffin I'll take short breaks, love her to the outbreaks Standing
Simon Bolivar, Simon, caraqueno americano, el suelo venezolano le dio la fuerza a tu voz. Simon Bolivar, Simon, nacio de tu Venezuela y por todo el tiempo
: Pack up your troubles in your old gym bag You gotta dance to the tune of Bolivian Ragamuffin I'll take short breaks, love her to the outbreaks Standing
palabras no me tocan adentro hay un volcan que pronto va a estallar yo quiero estar tranquilo... Es mi situacion una desolacion soy como un lamento, lamento boliviano
: Simon Bolivar, Simon, caraqueno americano, el suelo venezolano le dio la fuerza a tu voz. Simon Bolivar, Simon, nacio de tu Venezuela y por todo el
Palabras no me tocan Adentro hay un volcan Que pronto va a estallar. Yo quiero estar tranquilo. Es mi situacion una desolacion, Soy como un lamento, Lamento boliviano
neutralized area, bright white glow, no smell, no sound, no soul. sterile environment, immaculate death
aspire to reduce your world to a monitor screen. finger fuck a keyboard into ecstasy. fat nuts, dumpy butt dilbert fleshed into being
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an ocean of rum tosses your pickled gut onto christ's sword. smoke bellows from the mouths of your poisoned followers. their corpses explode into heaps
ghost rectum, drum and pipe to silence the satellite rings. sex words to photos. a bird in a cage. a man and his bomb. light without heat. taught to