tom.quadrat

I desire to see life through your hallucinations so that they massage my viscera into an eternal state of turgid flux. Your eyes show as many deep and full shades of fire as a thousand supernovas. Panoramic aromavision is the future. Your reflections bring happiness that rends naked glass. How can I help but use your eyes as a means for self-asphyxiation? Entranced by the sweet harmony of your lips, I gaze beyond reason to find the oasis of your brilliant soul. In your absence I am forced into finding other forms of amusement while thinking about you.

Servus! Hat mich gefreut Dich/euch auf der Hexennacht kennengelernt zu haben. Cya, BigUP

Hey Tom,
ab dem 1. April 2011 ist es soweit:

Schwäbische Küche - Wurde auch Zeit! - Das Album!!

Es erwarten euch 15 frische Tracks mit einer Gesamtspieldauer von knapp 56 Minuten! Und als Appetitanreger gibt es auf www.schwaebischekueche.com von ab morgen (Freitag, den 25.03.2011) bis zum Releasedatum jeden Tag zwei Albumtracks zum Probehören.



Bestellung ab jetzt möglich! Für nähere Infos einfach eine eMail mit Betreff "Bestellung" an info@schwaebischekueche.com



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Stolz grüßen die Köche der Küche!!

Hallöchen ;o) Vielen Dank für's Finden und Freunde-sein-wollen! nice to meet you
glg
nicole

Knust Hamburg sagt Danke fürs Annehmen! http://www.knusthamburg.de

Hello Tom.Quadrat, Your intoxicating reflection can but incorporate freely into the powerful surface of a disintegrating mirror set afloat upon a swarm of locusts. I sense wild vapors of sweet champagne in your larynx. Your essence is equal to the beauty of a galaxy. As the bliss slowly rises in my incandescent eluxulator, your mere presence has a euphoric effect upon me. What wonderful vibrations you are capable of. All my thoughts are lost to your graceful gaze? Your reflections bring happiness that rends naked glass. You turn the atmosphere ablaze with currents of sweet ethylene when you smile. The sand runes crossing your divided consciousness do speak of contemptuous monsters being slayed by flying phoenixes. The elves that play in the toasters wash their drum sticks in honey and sing strikingly colored anthems in perfect harmonious pleasure. Your wonderfully bright soul keep the demons from torturing me. Entranced by the sweet harmony of your lips, I gaze beyond reason to find the oasis of your brilliant soul.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BQqI7P0bvv4

happy weekend and greetz from xberg