The game of sticks - it breaks the clouds, nature sings - thunder - storms. Cosmic dust combing the brain of the earth, laughing madly, I asked ghosts - the sea was blowing. Lies walk around, cobra jumps over the ground, Exams are waiting for a better time, a bus full of donuts - the same faces this autumn.
Source - thesun.co.uk/news/2744557/waves-transform-russian-beach-from-a-dumping-ground-for-alcohol-bottles-into-a-colourful-pebble-beach/Spaghetti from the ball, the earth is cube, burn witches - people. Big fish swam around me, acute sharp teeth, far from the clear shore. People do not want slavery, they play on the showers software currencies, the savior comes through a lot of blogs - that's why I love STEEM.
The border of the color runs with the energy of thought, the words become golden weapons, there is no place for lies in the theater of the people. One candle is enough to burn the whole Amazon, there are many of us from the dragon family, if we need to burn hell, the gods are with us.
The ocean has passed the time of honesty, it's time to cleanse your hands from evil. Everything has become transparent, you can not hide the truth of a son, swim strongly, a wave of freedom comes, the swan cheerful face shows, a sunny day explodes imagination - the future belongs to a new time in which the truth becomes the king.
