Chur, I'm Lerysol Skylarks
We play tag. Chur, me. Chur, me. Churrrrrrr. I drive a green predator, the barometers are ready for icy actions. Chur, me. And you? And I, stupid, included a little whiny girl with hysterics, instead of injections, painkillers into the swollen veins of you green. I'm a little bit. I already breathed a sigh of calm, breathed in the tenderness and velvety of lace. Chur, I. And you? And I woke up vulgar, she is so low inside, unceremonious, dirty. I didn't release it on time. Rejected.