Black sheeps on the shoulders of pigs, are travelling on the tricycle of hate; and they say they are going to the moon through the tunnel down on their toilet, they got a name and some pamphlets blindfold at eyes and flags at head and with a little brain remained on the tongue insane, plastifying men, to save his moustache one yells follow me, and make yourselves and how worse can the days get? when blind sheeps on the shoulders of pigs, are travelling on the tricycle of hate.
Posted on: Sat, 22 Nov 2014 11:39:34 +0000
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