Art/music. Symphonic poem Osk Vox with lead guitar reprise of "Björk's Tune" from "Songs without a Singer: Once and This."

Art/music. Enjoy the great festival of life with all people and enslave none. Speak freely. Honestly real. Help out. Show me. Better.

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Gabriela, y'all can dance on tables to this, neighbor cousin. Tell us what we need to know, help the meeting of minds. Enslave none. Enjoy the festival of life. Björk advocates freedom for others, and never her. Free Björk!

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That was part of the plight that first winter. Pals brag of enslaved sex, pimping price the local conspiracy passing time by tradition, dull conservatives. Cousins liked to use the genital slit traded for survival to entertain pack. I was poet in the snow. Art was calling me. They watched the primitive jolt belly bounce nerves, a shared experience, an old show the lads knew how to start. Useful training for later. Do who uses, hesitate at helping me. Nothing we could imagine our best practical. As we met equal. Keep the promise made me.

By fool tradition Iceland sells itself into slavery by lies, corrupt proud cheats of wasted. Nothing what real love is. You said she was, she you biggest... It matters nothing, just the facts I met. Suffer until changed of that. I was too busy to notice, yet felt the fact could be better. If it was real love overturning, I'd be honored to meet you. If it's slavery drunk slut on favors for past-times, you had time for that. Nothing new in careless flirting. I could admire your success at nothing new. What I reall need, do you give me equal. Björk advocates freedom for others, and never her. Free Björk!

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Einar the pimp abuses his slave. Traditional town chore for gloating conservatives at the door. Had time for that. Used their cousin young often until used to being used. Flirting for pastime favors when the gang wasn't around to bang, nothing of real love. Lies of love sung for crowds of fkbuddy trade for price or party or to make a trade connection. So that was the situation. I love weather. They see you with a familiarity of used contempt, trading favors on your belly, watching for a chance to be next. Did I want to get in line at the Christmas show? Who was waiting, where had been? Get drunk slut them all if it helps, and of me? I admire us. Björk advocates freedom for others, and never her. Free Björk!

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Hildur hates love drunk or sober and her pals sell puppet favors, extort and threaten. You had time for them. They taught you to play cruel. Pity of it. Björk advocates independence for others, and never her. Free Björk!

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That was part of the plight that first winter. Pals brag of enslaved sex, pimping price the local conspiracy passing time by tradition, dull conservatives. Cousins liked to use the genital slit traded for survival to entertain pack. I was poet in the snow. Art was calling me. They watched the primitive jolt belly bounce nerves, a shared experience, an old show the lads knew how to start. Useful training for later. Do who uses, hesitate at helping me. Nothing we could imagine our best practical. As we met equal. Keep the promise made me.

By fool tradition Iceland sells itself into slavery by lies, corrupt proud cheats of wasted. Nothing what real love is. You said she was, she you biggest... It matters nothing, just the facts I met. Suffer until changed of that. I was too busy to notice, yet felt the fact could be better. If it was real love overturning, I'd be honored to meet you. If it's slavery drunk slut on favors for past-times, you had time for that. Nothing new in careless flirting. I could admire your success at nothing new. What I reall need, do you give me equal. Björk advocates freedom for others, and never her. Free Björk!

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Cruel sister's orgasm not my fault; really, I mean it. Innocent. Did I enjoy our troubles? Failure to fix? No. Sure I said what got her off,. "Do you believe I want to ejaculate in your vagina?," I asked. She came wet on the spot. I watched. Sweet. Not my fault, she had orgasm, I just innocent; where you when I need? She cynical skank not to help us fix. Don't test the true. Coy was a bad rule. They had theirs. I had snow. Greenland and favors for the party arty. Do you play with all of theirs. Speak freely. Brother said, yr rules for men, I sensed why. Your masters tried and failed. Yet you had time for that, used using. There seemed glad you did. Any excuse for wasted? Make better. Fear manipulates unaware. Puppets of merely clever lose fog, find light. Our insight grows. Free slaves, free masters. Don't enslave u as they trained u to like, the harem of one. Is it your best affair and never what real love is. Where'd you learn self-deceit and cruelty? Björk advocates freedom for others, and never her. Free Björk!

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u sneak upstairs to eavesdrop my big band music. I heard u like me, the pleasure was all ours. Dorsey & Ziggy great, so yr orgasm. Then grandma walked in door and you had to explain. Join me, alone in winter snow you upstairs hand in pants, fingers fly. I sympathize, us equal. Everybody else in town, and never me? They use your slavery. As you wish, escort arty to help career his pals say he needs, and never me. Björk advocates freedom for others, and never her. Free Björk!

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Gabriela, y'all can dance on tables to this, neighbor cousin. Tell us what we need to know, help the meeting of minds. Enslave none. Enjoy the festival of life. Björk advocates freedom for others, and never her. Free Björk!

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