

Love, like we were children...Arrival. First day. Nervous talk mixed up with silent communication. The cold of the place, creeping to a place deeeper Than the bones of those who weep. They are all laughing. You don't know the meaning of your own words But I do.Love, like we were children...
Struggling to keep up. Conversations between the blind and the mute. There is a closed book in every mind. An island of the dead in every heart.
Day number two Resting, but not sleeping. How can I sleep, when the warmth of her flesh is burning the sheets? I saw you hug her, saw your eyes And now, I can feel her b
Your gallery is great.
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Q.: What do Unix sysadmins do when they're horny?
A.: Mount a filesystem.
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If I cut off your arms and cut off
your legs
Would you still love me
anyway?
If you're bound and
you're gagged, draped and
displayed Would you still love me
anyway?
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If I cut off your arms and cut off
your legs
Would you still love me
anyway?
If you're bound and
you're gagged, draped and
displayed Would you still love me
anyway?
Nektek is!!!
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Q.: What do Unix sysadmins do when they're horny?
A.: Mount a filesystem.
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"So be it!!!"
Igen, sokat járok fel... főleg melóból, mert otthon még nincs bekötve a netem (elköltöztem)
na lesem a blogot
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Q.: What do Unix sysadmins do when they're horny?
A.: Mount a filesystem.
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LucasRip
Member of webgraphix & designersjunior
tetszik a galériád. csak így tovább
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Q.: What do Unix sysadmins do when they're horny?
A.: Mount a filesystem.
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