This tendencyful Poem named " Gardner chest is on meetly cries and not less sour rubbing, because also the herb xylophon roasted a poppy! " I wrote in a small evening mood, where already Kvinz H. Birnensarg its large hit and lane hitter onpissed " As I once totally pissed and after my own vomit stinking the baker daughter flax and fucked their dog in the anus, the following postulating: " I, Kvinz H. Birnensarg, announce strength of my own spirit and for everyone to know that that, which let slide my nut/mother chest from withered roses is huldy until to the approaching end of the 7 fat years ", not considering that time-of-day and place were not at all as favorably selected on closer inspection as it me first seemed. " to paper and to hearing brought for the first time. Now however to somewhat completely different :

• Fucking
• Drinking
• Smoking