Topless in Turpan

Always rely on instinct. And falling lips and simply convincing
erotic dream. When you taste the spicy...
...It's really spicy! It does not tolerate doubts and does not like comparisons...
I'm a fan and an agitator of rapid and inevitable extinction.
You can't trust a handshake with a mitten. My personal opinion.
...Why are you breathing so easily?” asks Bunin, taking out his revolver.
Soon, soon! - escape from the cold fire.
Tread a stitch to the Inaccessible. Attracts with its lack of rhyme...
Draft - a preface to wandering around Taklamakan. Traverse through the monasteries of Lhasa. Topless in Turpan.
...Tear your ass to the fascist banner! I suppose so.

No, the heart is definitely on the right. More to the right than even the truth.
...And you're right again - there are no rules. There is a sensation from a hot, deceitful dream. I’ve already talked about this: you greedily eat snow. And sore throats are not scary.
Passion is terrible. No show-off search for a vagina.
...The former 'lyuboff' type came from a thrice-damned past.
Using an ax to destroy furniture? Hanging myself with the dilapidated Tsvetaeva?
Then she admitted, changing her position: she lived and lived in Shanghai for a long time...
It would be nice to forget everything, guys... Like, go all out and kick your ass.
Artificial Intel laughs: it is both Truth and provocation.
We are in Mediocrity. Shit in the net, smell like skunks...
...The following blunder occurs: they dump: a hacker in waffle underpants
and with him a bitch in a yellow bra: hello... let's have some brain dancing fun on the crib?
Well, we have a jar of pickled pineapples...