i never update
i want a driving licence for free
I took of into the sky and my bloodied white cape followed like an updraft of colored liquid wind behind me. My heart followed also, sulking behind like a lost child, no one around to tend his needs. But my curiosity just stood there ahead of me, taunting and laughing omnisciently upon my arrival. This art form was intrinsically powered by my curiosity, and subordinately by my strong want for a carnal passion of her anatomy. Up and around, and through a hoop, and I dot an "I". My finger trails the edge of the canvass, and up her arm, leaving a trail of paint, hindering her hairs to her skin in an obscure encumbrance. Through a cloud and around her shoulder to her neck. I placed a heart shape on her chin and continued on only to stop between her breasts. I momentarily awoke from my spell. Id never participated in a work like this. We were experimenting with a beautiful form of lasciviously conjoining our artwork and writing into a succulent goulash, potpourri, of erotic insanity. We started by covering the walls in paper and leaving a few large, blank, canvases in the center of the room. Then we got out some body, finger, and tempera paints placed miscellaneously about the floor. After the room was set up we removed every last article of our clothing from our bodies, set the CD player, loaded with the most deep, intellectual beats ever, and turned out the lights. The only light was from the faint CD players face controls and the single bottle of glow-in-the-dark paint. She took a hit of acid with a tripple shot eggnog alcoholic latte, as I indulged myself in half an e-bomb. Then we dance.
I took of into the sky and my bloodied white cape followed like an updraft of colored liquid wind behind me. My heart followed also, sulking behind like a lost child, no one around to tend his needs. But my curiosity just stood there ahead of me, taunting and laughing omnisciently upon my arrival. This art form was intrinsically powered by my curiosity, and subordinately by my strong want for a carnal passion of her anatomy. Up and around, and through a hoop, and I dot an "I". My finger trails the edge of the canvass, and up her arm, leaving a trail of paint, hindering her hairs to her skin in an obscure encumbrance. Through a cloud and around her shoulder to her neck. I placed a heart shape on her chin and continued on only to stop between her breasts. I momentarily awoke from my spell. Id never participated in a work like this. We were experimenting with a beautiful form of lasciviously conjoining our artwork and writing into a succulent goulash, potpourri, of erotic insanity. We started by covering the walls in paper and leaving a few large, blank, canvases in the center of the room. Then we got out some body, finger, and tempera paints placed miscellaneously about the floor. After the room was set up we removed every last article of our clothing from our bodies, set the CD player, loaded with the most deep, intellectual beats ever, and turned out the lights. The only light was from the faint CD players face controls and the single bottle of glow-in-the-dark paint. She took a hit of acid with a tripple shot eggnog alcoholic latte, as I indulged myself in half an e-bomb. Then we dance.