Pull out your pass and drive. Unmarried spieltiers don't have eyes. We put them under root. We threw them on the basic soil, and the rocks they're going to make... our quarterbacks can't move those chains. GO SEAHAWKS. Our quarterbacks can't move those chains. Go brains.
Ten stoplights burning out. Ten stoplights sending shrapnel down in a cloud of mercury. All halogens fall on the street and make a mess our dogs play in and give strength to children years from now. It makes them iron on their claws that they will come to know about. Go langoliers... that they will come to know about. Go mind. Go ears. And they will become pinlighters and smash our space, and they will become pinlighters and know.
While I attend FAMU, I'm wondering why I'm not you, and why that light wasn't blue, and why there's no such thing as blue stoplights, and I'm honoring your food and wandering to pass the time. GO PANTHERS. Young gladiators without guns: GO LIONS. On solar stadiums in the sun: GO JAGUARS, give strength, go-captain. Make sure that you win.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
