The Vampire Texts 12.06.18 10:07:42 to 10:09:31

are just as lonely nails and our bloodied shoulders with fear. no difference to remove a typo. on the sides of the small trough of ribs i had found with my brother iuli
from the world of light & paranoia is excavated. those covered by a grass too dry our love is an old alcoholic:
but the liver is almost incandescent, quantity transforms into quality.