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2-baby hugs

Contributed by cauchy3 on Friday, 1st October 2004 @ 11:26:41 PM in AEST
Topic: Patriotic



2-baby hugs
Praises for the virtues of some! Should it separate to praise for their achievements? One singing voice is kind also solemnity. This may be their tricks to close some abnormal states or abnormal ideas.

It is not only some celebrated ceremonies. It is some tricks to hide some abnormal behaviors in the passes. The threatening of guns amidst with solemnity and then follow by hugs! They wish for servility to mar men.

The devils in hell need powers. They try to go inside your bodies. They treat you with black magic. They first make you suffer a lot. Finally they promise you and more you with a bit of benefit.

The god in sphere or devil on earth wins their pecking orders and seeks by asking. They threat you with guns. They first make you string on tips of their fingers like dolls. Finally they said that they are the right peoples for you to hug.

If you work hard and follow their ideas you will be delivered with very good wills. Do the refills of evilness fill you with hugs? Every one thinks that they are the one who is worthy for hugs with very good lives.

So do you wish to follow some evil? Yes I am but where is my determinations of justice and how can I really share their powers. If they surpass us will they tighten the yokes that clamped on us? Will our spines to be safe and not harm by spines.

Nylon is not as comfortable as silk. Silk is look like true servility. They need us for servitudes and they may raise our feelings and emotions with hugs. Are all feed back of our pains and suffers are control mechanic of human servo

When servo controls depict as civil control. One will win the happiness of one successful top leader. Hug me big master and gag me with your nylons. But will you really satisfy my esteems. Just to be cheat by tricks of Machiavellians and to be killed by sadist or jingoisms

Who control powers and gain positions by cross over lives? It is better to be me but I claim not retributions but rights. Today you hug me as I crawl under your crotches. Next day we plot against each other before the arbiters at all corners. Winds may not sharp when you stir them to my face.

Whirring water can trap love boats. Whirligig gives hugs to all views. Do we all get merciful kills after hugs? Our trick is our servility but not our hearts. So masters do give me your hugs. Did all easy administrations make you benefit to some extents.

The extend play may still hurt a gramophones needle. They say we need noodles beside needles. Some worlds have the evil songs of demons in parexcellence. But Hong Kong Leung kow Hon is one man in parexcellence. He is a man. Viper of stomach has no venoms. Dogs throw the bricks as my minds are kicked

By Cheung shun sang=cauchy3




Copyright © cauchy3 ... [ 2004-10-01 23:26:41]
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