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Blue Jeans 

She says, I *ing like it

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Blue Jeans 

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She says, I like it

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Listeners, suckers

Comes the milky rain, but the rain looses all its meaning in the Sun's golden rays.

Looses its bed, its strength, flavours, feelings and pleasures on its way to the clímax edge.

Rainbow in the sky.

You wonder, what is she thinkin, saying and dooing? O_O What is she doing there, wishes, desires and wants?

And you like it, the seduction in her thought, and in the words coming from her lips. the provocation on her body, you like it.

I'm Blue

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Spaceman

She moves in mysterious ways 

It's All Right 

No, it's not alright.

 

She walks into the salty waters bridge, in her thought the sweetness of death that's crossing over the lake and cutting papers.

Once again doing their own job with her, making her mind and keeping her in their hole, entertained with their puppies on leashes.

 Desert drink, unconsciousness, was visible in her trembled mind, thought, movement, act, in the bright of her eyes and face expressions.

She went there asking for trouble.

The soak on his skin, hands and naked head. Piss, poo, shampoo. The magic aura that her eyes see,  pushing her thought and body. Firering impulses on her, leading her to jump.

The impact au Claire de la Lune. Clara Claire, her name, the Impact. 37

The tine line between the nervous excitement of the mysterious moments in the first and second acts.

The blue pill before the storm that time consumed.

Waiting there for the lonely and hungry prey.

Hiring professional daddys, old

Roll models, cougar jobs 

All from the clowns TV

The clowns stupid job