gold ship for president

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I have just combined all rice in the world into a single rouse

Sneebert Deebert

Love & Light, but this paranoiacally-inclined support group and its selection of psychically permeable MILFs is simply not vibrationmatching me and there's just no way around it. Unlike you unclean whores, whose toxin-riddled hag hides produce an obscene polycotton blend of poor quality and negligible monetary value, my morgellons all come out as 24g copper wire. I weave them into electrocunductive healing jewelry, the sale of which supports my 501c3 nonprofit femmes-only universalist sangha and thereby the steady flow of women, preferably straight-married, into the inner pleasure-temples of my my sappho-tantric mystery school. It's just one of the ways I transmute adversity into opportunity, not that you gormless crones would innerstand.