ma, I tell Sara I choose to follow ma ...eat when ma says...oh, there may be...may be food Child....I tell Sara no we dont choose the definition of Muslim or Islam....every corn syrup want to bark like my ma not Sara so my emotion gets to freeze ..... every inventor want to prove his innocent u know learn how I follow ma and not Islam or Muslim...and time is like memory.....every one is concerned about no one....I choose my loved one my mind is being assailed with the given time....modern....brethren....... and when I go back to ma...corn syrup is trying....trying to bark.....we were sperms before flesh for real....on what ground....doctors or French ready to kiss with a license.....I then see the love of art not government....... ma hurting me with her daughter........... we try to be sorry for the corn syrup....it is boring....we have no movies for anyone...nothing at all...
Posted on: Tue, 04 Mar 2014 23:13:16 +0000
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