狠狠撸

Fairbanks, Alaska

Now I am become death, the destroyer of worlds one is happy to be of service Men are ugly at Nanterre, Tis the fault of Voltaire; And dull at Palaiseau, Tis the fault of Rousseau. I am not a notary, Tis the fault of Voltaire; I'm a little bird, 'Tis the fault of Rousseau. Joy is my character, Tis the fault of Voltaire; Misery is my trousseau, Tis the fault of Rousseau. I have fallen to the earth, Tis the fault of Voltaire; With my nose in the gutter, Tis the fault of . . .