Laserborderless Printing

almost self-flagellation

And if tomorrow to put on quite atskuyu painted Tyrolean skirt and sweater with the neck in a careless tone (as told to my sister Daria (sik!), and the eyes in an absolutely nakrasili violet-military coloring. And so glances and down or sideways, as appropriate, shtob all thought that today is something mysterious to create, not otherwise.

And then, after returning home by the light of the day, consider that the eyes are more like two bruises, and nefig not mysterious, but rather a lack of hepatic them something. And the skirt in -20 is not nearly as atskaya, and absolutely, and vice versa, and with these boots only at night and wear it, especially if you meet all the years met and forgotten friends. And even if you do not meet, so look at yourself in the mirror and think, Comrade Wajda! and why only trellis dragged with a large mirror on the most prominent place, like reflections You see their little: in elevators, and restrooms - only a deep and look as you start to mow proudly - bang, and a mirror. Ugh. Hell fit.

A vobschem something still cold for atskoy skirts, and no desire.
Although seine dressing.
But the fact companions, the very fact.

Lord, what is it I carry it? (C)