is art.
And spend the rest of my life but demascellata with my idealized image of Brandy Alexander in the head.
I have a fever, I could not sleep last night and I watched a distressing film about the life of Madonna when she was a toilet, published album by giving it a random producers (who by chance were all pompatissimi) , it bleaches her own hair with hydrogen peroxide (funny thing made by me in 12 years who became orange highlighter But since she's Madonna works miracles, ergo reaches a perfect blond), and squirms in the final scene alone on stage dressed as a bride with a playback of Like a Virgin embarrassing and of course all the cheering and clapping in time. Viva Sky cinema.
fogatissima people claiming to want to protest and hold at all costs but leaves you and the other ten assholes that make your butt every time distance themselves when they hear the word "complaint , let him say, YOU PATHETIC
now I'm here too (but as I break the balls in the world XD): http://www.lastfm.it/user/AprilPalahniuk
if any of you joined me add as a friend, also because I'm not sure I understood how it works. _.
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