Yes, everything is going in se fucking head.
What is the machine, it is a machine for jumping. You mean whisker-jumping. It is, the machine is a bad machine. why is it bad? because it makes you go too fast. It is a simple logical thing. Gravitation, circle, thing. It shows us, How it is working perfectly. Each part of our body is separated. show me a picture of whisker jumping Let me see, I know the meaning of the picture. show me a picture of whisker jumping This machine doesn't work, because, show me a picture of a whisker jumping This machine works, because it is a machinery.
Show me a picture of.
Rope skipping If I don't skip rope, I will get tired. Show me a picture of Rope skipping we can jump rope, jump rope, and jump rope, And we have that. Show me a video of .Rope skipping It has a picture on the screen. Show me a video of Rope skipping First line: When she was very young, her mother told her a story. What happens next? It is a strange story, of which nobody knows the end. Oh, that tickles me. That tickles me. First line: Do you like it, miss? Are you talking to me? First line: But I am a little tired today. where are you?
And it just went right on like that.
What happens next? What do you mean you don't know the answer to that? Honey, answers are concrete questions. I'm fishing here in my basic research. what happens next? What is something that is in her? She wants to exercise control over people? This is why we do the things we do because we are afraid. The controlling power over your daughter arouses her sexually? So you control her to arouse her? Also, yes.
But with me, it's like the light.
Where it bounces, it bounces off and we diffuse. The trees and the birds and other animals, when they fall over, they can't get up. Let me tell you about my Aunt Sophie. I don't know if she was wearing a black dress or a white dress. Aunt Sophie wore an ELEGANT white LADY COST 2 PART ETUIK DRESS WITH BLACK JACKET Aunt Sophie's a woman who wears black lace. Aunt Sophie was my oldest aunt. I had little contact with her. In fact, she was a stranger to me. Sexually, she excited me greatly. I had a disturbing thought that Aunt Sophie might be my mother. Aunt Sophie knew that for sure. When I greeted her this time I got a deep insight into her décolleté and shortly I had no voice anymore. I had given in to her desires.
