Okay there is a word that makes me troubled. This word begins with thread and ends with stubborn. I am a thread; this is a thread; I am stubborn.
Where am I?
I am sitting in front of my computer in my brother's house on the North Oregon Coast. A lot (reasons)) were pondering laughter and I am a good person, which may be irrelevant to the extent that I am really not.
Too much weird ness Is a road to cruelty, why in fact I am here. I tried to disguise my passion for martyrdom by acting out upon my life without acting with myself as good.
Which home good is good?
Where am I going to live?
Oddly is here. This is the even-odd polarity which so many overlook. What is good?
I don't even think about bad people, a worker loves money at NO ONE. I do not act like this. Maybe when I belong here whether I am good will become strong.
I do not believe I belong here.
The beauty overwhelms work. My work is to act being a sorry god of men.
'tis nothing beyond body and body goddesses sorry it is you who belongs.
Such destructive hostile sentiments.
Dear Rusty,
S
ince you belong, I wish that you give a good possibility for strong body home.
Sorry I am worth it to men. They suck. I don't care if they belong to me. I wish there was a lot of booms and a lot of flambes in this queer clown tank.
kind by pink.
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