Sankhretseul

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I ask for coal and oil. I have good resource. Check me out.

In the nonce I'm saying it's toward to be so humble as ancient relics Bob's past, as one am yet I, though respun to Gesurtyalai from the truly ancient Taurnuum, deleted by admin for hosting a scary video sent showing aquarium animals eating each other to an assailed recipient, who at war with me, won. That way. Untowardly.

Sankhretseul, in this time of ever sated on furor nuclear devastation, decree to set eye and eye to new sky and firmament a bountiful vox, towards Mar, her where sows aren't welcome. Where bovine cattle make for only dilectant memory Vens, where their been rode is home. To Mar, from pernicious Marsala, Solar prime. Ancient name Herme, Marsara's, to further flounce ancestrally rid of scabrous glorification now chided memory Roman sews histrion. Mar, we know that mercurial thousara eon won would make Bob planet on, since our Dyson flows hath grown nuanced in sohn ☢️ This my people, to Mar from Marsala with healthy speedth the colonist metal not of brake that that mars aeons past ours in wilderned sake. Remonstrance to times travails, moreover keep earth from char, sake not Mar to breeding core more mass as iron to gold from theirs divest to her from mortal coil. We han hope to breath martian pure ionic ozoide static atmospheres bleakness soon!