all that

all that about body? true ? meant? signified? godly?
when the n it comes back to the rough side of wind and winter death's always been your mate. not yer mater. that's always been the object with you. and yer morbidities. excuse me what morbity? its pure poetry. as I said, the start of fiction of D&D as we 're fed up with Jill and gang.i mean really who on eath gives a flying fuck about them? and their obsess with celeretous french philosophers/
a wang . or well.or night. roman ham. gated flock of teeth.