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Bulgarian attack against Bulgaria of the internal enemies. Psycho - lol

What game do they play and what do they do?

What is this scourge of God's satanic and ungodly, rambunctious nested nested in forums for dim-witted, trembling-eyed addicts for morsels, for morsels? For crumbs?

No white stones!

What is this disease, man-made with the right hand wandering because of the left hoof, of the demons vocal in you speaking like a stream after the argument of the psycho-nano experiment, successfully generating mental corruption after the "slave Isaura" because of the "Audacity or Beauty" of the gossip, because of the toilet open general with seal from Kashpirovsky?

TV?, is it harmless?

What is this toilet, for superfluous sick poor simple under the curtain, brazen, chewed, gathered under the ethereal cloaca in social avatars, like pigeons infected with impiety, with Bulgarianophobia, with demons of standard bearers, and because of the sinister intrigue in front of the icons crucified, wept, grieved and lied to that they were righteous not sinlessly pushed behind?

The boat?

What is this boat, reeking of the loss of life, of the gross waste of time to live, that is pushed aft while drawing sick attention upon the sick charms of 1 this 2 that 3 this under 4 that 5 crouched to get out? And they do.

And on top golden rain in drops.

What is this wet, damp pestilence parasites, because of idleness dried up under the personal idleness of the carrot, fed on satanic topics on topics, nonchalantly gnawing at the cabbage of the carrot, because this one is not crazy? But that one.

Dancing wrist with the Devil, not done by ignorant, simple or talentless predators for sport, for harvest!

What is this scourge? Innocent victims for the sick, poor but generous scrotums shaken, piled up on tables believers for faith no matter what, staring at the snake - waiting for the snake's venom? Empty into the basins of the masses, is this (poisonous) sweet grief. The healthy are poisoned because of the sick with sweet sorrow. Candied, like a sugar rooster is in life whitewashed from above.

What is this decal like a narcissus in a carnivorous koba, carrying a Withesda of the dead water to water the green crop? Pricked, petty freaks, still looking for the sick intrigue. They find her.

Napast Bulgarian, grown cared for loaded whitewashed kithosvana, babuvana grated with cream on top with poisonous fruits, as a gift for the poisoned generations back and forth. Dropped, the furious to be a generous chief among the disheveled scro tum (secret) wears underpants in white despite the brown. Behind is the secret forward - backward. Is the heroic scraper. Bean soup.

What are these rabid, thalazi non-normal verto heads and headless flaky bean soup with bananas, candied vividly thematically because of the soup in the torso hull, carbonated grammar with thematic passions?

Gossip is passion, not curiosity! Hanging in front of the screens are ignorant inquisitors, of the gossip, of the incident, of the connection and the denouement. One and the same.

What is the topic?

There is no mention of crazy fatigue, for the tirelessly sick lay down in an anxious shadow under a wooden bell on a pie rolled by the devil and babied by grandmothers stepping over old men at a young age for the eyes, for the eyeballs rolled without being wooden. A sick shadow has fallen asleep. He looks at his weighty (not from experience, from talentless simplicity, from aggressive infirmity, from poverty of life, without perspective) his shadow.

What is this rage?

Like a fox, Bulgarian men and women, filled and emptied hastily drank vamp iryasali on grammar creating a place for them, a nesting place, a musty place, for a pair of clearings for fresh fruits of the first youth of the gum. Chewed up, bitten by the same grammar, are the young because of the old.

Propaganda bounces, collects fruits washed and offers them washed. Because there is nothing else.

Nothing else? There is nothing else!

Many have tried to understand the "Bulgarian psychology" without success, because the madhouse is inside between the healthy hooves, played out by the devil's tricks, which brought the generational scar.

The Beast.

In you.

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