ayayay, Zamoysky, My Polish Princessa, in that case I am nothing but happy that we are now celebrating the feast of resurrection, and the feast of the flesh, ay, Zamoysky, rise, rise, rise and rejoice đ
Ah buddy … the dark nights where the air is filled with dreams that got wings … oysters & champagne, wine, women & songs & a camera to photograph thoughts. But all these dirty little thoughts in dark nights sure make those light bulbs explode. Because it’s those dreams that make us burnin’ hard & bright & all through the night. All through the night, captein!
ay, Fritsch, buddy, we dream in darkness and we long for light for that is the way of men like us, always dreaming in the darkness, always burning, buddy!
ayayay, Marie, mĂ„nen er ein einsam vandrar, og om han ikkje skapar uro i meg sĂ„ gjev han meg i det minste ei sjukeleg trang til Ă„ hyla kvar gong han visar seg đ
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I am dead, MK
That one really
kills me, happy me
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ayayay, Zamoysky, My Polish Princessa, in that case I am nothing but happy that we are now celebrating the feast of resurrection, and the feast of the flesh, ay, Zamoysky, rise, rise, rise and rejoice đ
Hepp!
Ah buddy … the dark nights where the air is filled with dreams that got wings … oysters & champagne, wine, women & songs & a camera to photograph thoughts. But all these dirty little thoughts in dark nights sure make those light bulbs explode. Because it’s those dreams that make us burnin’ hard & bright & all through the night. All through the night, captein!
All the best & safe travels, Fritsch.
ay, Fritsch, buddy, we dream in darkness and we long for light for that is the way of men like us, always dreaming in the darkness, always burning, buddy!
thanks, pal!
Hepp!
Ojoioi, Nydelig bilde.
FullmĂ„nen er vakker, skaper alltid uro i meg đ
Ynskjer deg ei finfin pÄskehelg.
PÄskeklemmar herifrÄ
ayayay, Marie, mĂ„nen er ein einsam vandrar, og om han ikkje skapar uro i meg sĂ„ gjev han meg i det minste ei sjukeleg trang til Ă„ hyla kvar gong han visar seg đ
god pÄske til deg og, MT!
Hepp!