The spider knows well that you go to the farm with cards signed by prey glued to the webs, he knows how to do it, the wasp grants him the hive: Have wedding ring, the things they are per change, raves, lives in a palace and chatters endlessly at rallies the substance of a fart, shows bugs, quotes essays and struts, we cockroaches unaware of what he handles, the red ant who fights rebels, with the black one who the truncheon when it passes, like a drone they throw it in the cell if it breaks, especially if it has a crest and doesn't lower it, the green fly, drunk on shit, often gets lost among the bullshit of the congress, flushes tze tze flies in the toilet that no one can be in the living room without permission.
Come and see come and see the wonderful insects of the farm and if you bend down, but you can't see, it's normal they have entered your butt.
Come and see come and see the wonderful insects of the farm and if you bend down, but you can't see, everything is normal they have entered your...
On the farm they are inept insects in many respects aseptic delicacies for reptiles, closed in parliaments like woodworms in drawers, so absent that you take them for furnishings, they have lives as flat as cockroaches, crabs in the drawers of nights with fireflies in the taverns, they shoot swarms of lies, but they hide the bullets like ticks in the bristles. As beetles make diamonds, they seduce lovers mantises with coats of diamonds, and crickets, lucid singers of idylls, silenced by purifying insecticides of wealthy caterpillars, who pay chrysalises for butterfly wings, but remain repulsive. Alibis from stagnant dragonflies that as they move forward make more mutineers than in the Bounty.
Come and see come and see the wonderful insects of the farm and if you bend down, but you can't see, it's completely normal they have entered your butt.< br/>Come and see come and see the wonderful insects of the farm and if you bend down, but you can't see, everything is normal they have entered your...
Extraordinary edition of the evening farm...
Black widow cries for the warrior bee, fired on the spot the termite despairs, centipedes kick ass at the border, the mite laughs because the world is a powder keg. The fanfare anticipates the procession as excited as a mosquito with neon lights, and like gadflies on rodeo horses, big words fly that not even in Scarabeo. And he Marameo!, he didn't shit on them, he thinks about his team of ladybugs who excel in results, he entrusts certain boring problems to lousy lawyers who have pulled spiders out of the hole, so there are those who want him underground like an earthworm, those who want him would place a bumblebee on the navel, who like a snail sucks it and is content to give it a grapple on the back of the neck!
Come and see, come and see the wonderful insects of the farm and if you bend down, but you can't see , everything is normal they have entered your butt.
Come and see come and see the wonderful insects of the farm and if you bend down, but you can't see, everything is normal they have entered your...
Come come and see the wonderful insects on the farm and if you bend down, but you can't...
It's completely normal they got into your...
But screw you...