Testo Die Testosterone, Die

Testo Die Testosterone, Die

These things are trendy and your mind's not clear. Don't you live only half of your message ? What a fucking hypocrite, you preach the tolerance with a leash in your hands. You see her as a fucking indie peepshow, man, you ain't worth a little smile and your balls have nothing to do there. Understand, you could have tried to feed a movement, but you've forgotten the mainthing: you and your manhood, we fuck you ! This scene is trendy but your place's not here. Don't you use only half of your brain ? And i can't believe your violence is no rampart high enough to hide your weakness. But stones are falling, leaving you naked and i won't stay: what am i missing ?
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