Hm.

When are you going to pay? I have 57 years of one man war anywhere. For all times, history and future so much you would never exist.

I would take payed from anybody's salaries and income. And leave you with a new world taxes to pay. No matter how rich you are or how.

Even Indians considered.

I am so angry and disappointed. You would new know.

Shame and that pain you earned now I say. Even your own.

I order this now. And we see no mafias or something like that anywhere anymore on earth.

Yes. You are world enemies. You can't be serious.

Don't bother what about me anymore. I know whole world already. Step down, strong bars and hasta la vista continuing and starting new.

One sun, so little cute sun and so damn hateful to yourselves too.

Wanted. And nobody have wanted like that. You.

How does it feel to make family and stay between news like that anywhere? You did no good job. All good was my efforts and choices from birth. You sure celebrated a last time from in your own. I see that everywhere and know all your own, dead scared and worried for lives and this participating and losts, your gender and prestige is rotten. Most in world with it, any piece and any taste. Any lives or life schools. Anyhow.

It don't matter if they shoot or hang you. Everybody knows.

Again and again, all history. But I Apatcho Cheied nailed you. And everybody learn.

I have no deal for you to start again. Nobody can get that. No compensation... No clearing, no buffert. No zone. Your final time is out. No escape.

If you want to know bullshit, and hope you did not support impossibilities. You are one of them and have no ways to get there.

Even a stupid mother or father could not get through or holy moly. There is no sun like that of case pain or pay so far.

I have shifted universe and holy inner earth for this. I win.

You are going to pay, lose and never get it else, just like your murderers, terrorists and Homo sapien homo sapien. Your stupid credit wars, yes, they are yours to sets and hills, rotten dead and dront and waste, hate and replacement...

Your parents know you. Served. Blocked and so religious even that make crime worth and feast.

These wanted destroyed so much more than how could that be. The world and humanity, they have wasted small you know and killed in traces of passion and shoes, feet, socks and...

Now they all share the creeps and the last of history that break them apart and distinguish from do, did and done so true...

You could not be naked. Not somebody. Not wish or even a good liar.

Why did these people's exist still and become? How on earth or else was that possible and not.

Here is what's between...

Here is your tray and recipe. But it's naturally dead. Because of rush is not you. Not even straight and something left only to earn and spread width and wide. You even took what's between.

Exactly there with a reason. Like the transmitter instead of the transformer.

I will remember and think of that. Your believe, love and sense. You else belong sick and dying. Now you think like them.

Good luck from him and his...