jokes T-shirt with a large boot print on the front of the body, someone stepped on you. You're such an old cable, you're crumbling all over, you don't even need cremation. You need tape and glue. You are like a vase in cracks. Chuk-tuguduk-tuguduk-tuk-chuk-tuduguk-tuduguk-tuk, this is not a rap beat, (depicts as if riding a horse), what am I portraying? This is Kazakh sex, the pose of a rider, well, admit it, who had chuk-tuguduk yesterday. Poetry You are an erotic paradise, juicy tropical exoticism, the most erotic masterpiece in the world. Lustful passion for you alone, like a hot juice of orgasm, a hot moan of pleasure, sweet temptation of lust, roasting with passion, the more I look at you, the happier I become, your beauty radiates tons of sex, you are infinitely beautiful happiness, like gentle erotica, you are more beautiful reality, like gentle erotica, sensual aesthetics, incredibly falling in love, your beauty subdues, the infinite grandeur of romance in the soul, an unattainable level of beauty, poetic seduction, trembling in body and soul from passion in love, a geyser of lust passes through me, your mere presence increases the pleasure of the body at a billion percent per second, a hot moan of pleasure. Aphorisms Clock hands as a landmark of awareness. Chaos creates sincerity, a lot of priceless seconds of life, filled with sensitive, touching moments of sentimentality. Anger is an orchestra of provocations. Time intensifies and accelerates the madness of mankind. Author: Musin Almat Zhumabekovich