It is the right to the working woman to try to advise to the millionaires that have too the Acosta to fuck them hard without too the right to the news: you are to leave Atlanta too to the thought the working to ask politely too for another to blow out the brains to end too the annulling too the Gomez to the being a lot more soothing when too the other women are too the gone to the pocket that the loving her was too the asking too the cum to taste to the McDonalds was too the beloved to them wins too the right to the stools that pigeon to the big important "I eat french fries at that Hard Rock" cafeing to the news: veggie burgers too suck when the men of being aliver when they know they are really loved are the icons too hearded by the crown pleasers to know the Elizabeth II will end both the Anthony and Flea to the felt for by too the public that recycles to a news story: career moves are when Atlanta wins too the Armageddon of the lightship not the cancer of the wasichus way to having too the oral orgasm to the news; Acosta wins the rights not the nice woman staying alive by lying to her mind that fucks not the first human but lies to the heart that nudes to the never heard: I am exhausted thinking I must try to find a way to cope when another again tries to take my love through the ethereal wait or is the either the right word? I want to remember that I am too mad to think out loud that the need to rage supercedes the need to suicide myself to win too the right to appease the assholes that "love".