What can I say? Just when I thought that I had lost everything in my life and there was no one who could save me, and angel came around and wrapped her warm smooth arms around me
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Your charitable objectivity doesn't exist. Aesthetic historical is not dialectical because the reference is gone. Where did it go? A past so far gone. My body of work is exploitation and I must say it's astounding.
ONE DAY MAYBE I WILL HAVE A CHANCE TO PROVE MYSELF AND BE YOUR PRINCE. I WILL RIDE IN ON MY WHITE HORSE AND GRAB YOU UP LAUGHING AND RIDING OFF INTO THE NEW DAY. I DOUBT IT.