KristaFoFista
Krista
 
 
Stop stalking me weirdo.
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Professor 20 AGO 2022 a las 20:29 
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<c=FFff1900>Doubt Killer</c> 2 JUL 2022 a las 8:34 
The cinnamon.. it gives you eyes on the inside of your mind to see the truth beyond the veil of reality, in quiet ritual, the woken breathe heavy on poison air.. perhaps soon I will glimpse into the eyes of the swirling cosmos. I have yet to see power of the cinnamon toast crunch.. Perhaps it contains the thread of life eternal, woven ever so deeply into its sugary exterior the Cinnamon swirls of the cosmos.. and ohhhh the crunch, we are made men by the crunch, undone by the crunch, as cosmos circle, deep sleep in dark dreams will mist ignite.
Our eyes have yet to open, fear the cinnamon toast crunch, swirling churning into the galaxies beyond our perception A cindered dance on feint whisper floating through all of time, fade lustrous empire the shadows path traces hath no dusk through the ages.. May you comprehend its vastness, and never come to terms with it.
Grun 25 NOV 2021 a las 4:12 
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