Life is more than one constant clarification of intersex relationships. Tell me that you did not know.

YYY: And still life is an open door into a box of chocolate candy where on the top branch hang inaccessible but lonely apples and you don’t need to get used to eating alone because those shrimp you put out in the sun are shorter life like an eggshell where bacon should be no more heroin than Kurt Cobain vanilla Moscow London space fuck.