dina trosor är våta utav mitt sekret jag vbill knulla dig i evighet

as she came into the room I fell in a swoon I was stuck suddenly to the bed all my slaves busy with their object of wporship certainly just a phanasy


biting firmly into a tree trunk




like it had  happened for real


drema?


zikhr thus un dustin ebed?


and the åproof of my crime a poem wreitten down in rhymes












hon skulle förråde vem som helsty )(detta är gammalt, min slav när hon givit sina 5 miljarder till mig,