a queen stuffed in the black box.

i thought only i myself knew a genuine herself is my delusional fruits. on the cruise during the jet-black night, a mannequin stood out among the guests on the deck, everywhere her parts are like artificial. but why am i watching at her? faraway from the evacuation area, clouds made of purely smokes, when i initiated to put my hands with a brick up to slay someone, she dressed in muddy and torn cloths was appreciating masterpieces in the nineteen forties. that her act was looked out of place.

through the instant dimming glass, in the deep of the jewery store, my brother is shaking up and down by her fingers with white satin glove. using bone collecter’s etiquette, tens of debris of the man were packing into plastic package carefully in the bathroom. during an authority of the aeronautical science was playing abroad, i was playing with a bogus widow so as to make my her demand come true.

i thought only i myself knew a genuine herself is my delusional fruits. in the brightening-white tiled mansion, her naked gave off lights from internal her skins resemble shady whitness of white night. but on the contrary, why are my eyes dazzling?

during her mother at work, ducts using for hide-and-seek, play with army made of paper cutout. after her mother's part-time job, during her mother was meeting with pawnshop’s master secretly, that was not only sexual relationship but also beyond things i didn't know. i forced her rival to be take off in half due to utilize the photograph printed this criminal result to shut up her mouth securely. taking advantage of copy product based on the mario and collect a lot of money.

more and more the living proofs along her past are fading away. and then a relentless police dog called private detective is also opend his pupillary in the locked room filled with air which combined sulfric acid with potassium cyanide now.

her face, body, and past are stuffed in the black box. my queen.

a queen stuffed in the black box. i thought only i myself knew a genuine herself is my delusional fruits. on the cruise during the jet-black night, a mannequin stood out among the guests on the deck, everywhere her parts are like artificial. but why am i watching at her? faraway from the evacuation area, clouds made of purely smokes, when i initiated to put my hands with a brick up to slay someone, she dressed in muddy and torn cloths was appreciating masterpieces in the nineteen forties. that her act was looked out of place. through the instant dimming glass, in the deep of the jewery store, my brother is shaking up and down by her fingers with white satin glove. using bone collecter’s etiquette, tens of debris of the man were packing into plastic package carefully in the bathroom. during an authority of the aeronautical science was playing abroad, i was playing with a bogus widow so as to make my her demand come true. i thought only i myself knew a genuine herself is my delusional fruits. in the brightening-white tiled mansion, her naked gave off lights from internal her skins resemble shady whitness of white night. but on the contrary, why are my eyes dazzling? during her mother at work, ducts using for hide-and-seek, play with army made of paper cutout. after her mother's part-time job, during her mother was meeting with pawnshop’s master secretly, that was not only sexual relationship but also beyond things i didn't know. i forced her rival to be take off in half due to utilize the photograph printed this criminal result to shut up her mouth securely. taking advantage of copy product based on the mario and collect a lot of money. more and more the living proofs along her past are fading away. and then a relentless police dog called private detective is also opend his pupillary in the locked room filled with air which combined sulfric acid with potassium cyanide now. her face, body, and past are stuffed in the black box. my queen.