De Heraldi

God does time fly! Psalms allm ssllaay yyai! Doesn't it seem as if we have never been? There was now another thing accepting us? Like we were fluids? Drunken fluids that is comparable to these standards- eruptions! The fault in the crust going to kill us ever after even though we don't know us- we are decent folk but always clone, but where oh where to say we went home? I know of distance and poke, I know of wrongful god and soap, I don't think you know though- where the strikes at heights find lightnings to bite, where there are stations upon their masters of relations of separations that don't adhere, nor guide us- live in Gobe- central Amazon, People finder.com for the good one's who survived... I loved her, expected her yonder, but became far fetched and the flogged bogger... It was so longer than she respects- it was faulty as the next, and then they said let's bless this ...