How do they speak….
My man, it’s —- great
Folding fates satiate satirist saturate oh sire surely it’s been quite a while give me the file whoa what a style vortex drive 9 miles before I got a pull of the fine as I see I spilled all my wine send a chill up the spine a howl on the Nile
a cave in the brain a tree in old Spain insane the changing lanes they part and they sway the day have you heard could there be some old hidden way out of the hay….
Well well well the wind spun its elfs free they fall down onto
Swirling Space seas