I don't care what happens to you

 53. Uzbeks have a saying: Mother is my daughter, father is my son. All dibils defeat the devons or their original owners and take their place first. It is no exaggeration to say that it is very close, almost 2.5 years. Then all the dibils, transitors, or angels, while exercising their superiority, did not realize what a false game of truth is being played by our madness in the world. In fact, until now, we have been the victims of such games and tricks of the devils, the truth-seekers, and we have not understood the true form of the truth. We, the people of the old victorious world, which is now known as the truth-tellers or the madmen in this regard, the Tans, in our knowledgeable walks in our youth, the devils stood in our bodies and passed knowledge and writings into our minds without our notice. Of course, they only did the writing once for the show, and we didn't even realize that we were repeating the truth. Then they made a word or two for different situations from their own knowledge in writing, which we also use as a pressure of repetitive, repetitive truth with our vocal, verbal voices or tones, this we have increased by adding and mixing truths, by preserving the mixture. The way our adults work or work is also a pure lie. In the guise of the owners of the dibils, they made the working conditions as they understood them, and then these owners, the bodies, mixed the originality with their gaze, pressing all the labor processes from nowhere to nowhere, to some reliable full-color holograms. at times they have come and gone, or have grown out of the past in a similar way by self-cultivation. For example, after laying the bricks on top of each other or side by side and explaining their actions to the owners by applying some additional necessary new situations to the situation, a mixture that does not confuse the truth the owners or the devons with pressure were the ones who were able to build the work of collecting as walls, originally, by gluing or attaching it to the ground. In the form of elderly grandparents, they play the role of sages and exchange their dibils, electronic creatures, and bodies on their own. Here are two things that are right for you and three things that are wrong for you. When it comes to destiny, destiny is always a joke for me. The 3 mistakes of a lifetime and the 2 right ones in my head are always felt by God by interfering with my actions by stretching and controlling me. Now the dibils, the transits, who have begun to move upward on the basis of government or truth, want us to throw the fateful burden on the devons first. It is clear from the demons how rich we will be at the end of our lives. We have been making the beginnings of practical duties on these riches, our homes, etc., from our present place of residence or period for the dibils. We are the ones who put the learning knowledge that the older middle-aged dibs want in the process of defeating them without even realizing it from the pinnacle of our mad intellect, the most used persuasive situation. we create instructive, instructive numerical situations by doing them all at once before we come to our senses. For the diligence of young, childish dibils, too, we, the devons, are compelled to prepare by means of dibils as the basis for their pressurized mixtures, chemical reactions, by passing a few, 4-5 situations satisfactorily. Because dibils are transits or exchanges, young dibils can easily replace the older dibils in the middle age, putting the pressure of building work on the work of adults using the tools of labor. If you ask us how dibbles or transitors use devons to create situational foundations, that would be the answer. They are the dibils or transitors (the ones who pass from one to the other) who first began to make our destiny in their own hands, and then in their actions in our destined locations before we could even reach this transparent (Gotlashing). in the imagination, in our lonely souls, or in the torment of destiny where we are supposed to be, the transitory role becomes more and more intense by gluing, attaching, or dressing the shapes and images of others, loved ones, and so on. they hide the fact that we serve as. For example, I look at the cattle in the morning and then I write this down. My mother and I looked after the cattle, fed them and showed them water. The first thing I thought was, of course, that this is my mom doing their own unique and appropriate work, and I’m doing the rest of the heavier workload. But in fact, I had to do both jobs and the division of labor myself. I was able to do the first half of the work with the current job, and the rest of the work that I had in my mother’s form will be done in this mom’s place with my own appearance, my body, sometime later or before. It is as if time must be a single period, time, or time itself. They praise me here, saying, "You've done it, first of all." Yeah Al that sounds pretty crap to me, Looks like BT aint for me either. I had to do all my work, whether it was in earthworks or in the sales, purchases of shopkeepers, in the places of my companions next to me, finding this period as one and the same. and may be necessary. Only in their positions and positions, in the same actions in their places, do I do my work by putting my body, or my body, by disappearing their bodies. It doesn't matter who I am or what I look like in my previous positions or positions during this period, when I was a majority. In general, every time I come back, my future or previous appearance can change. Of course, the power of truth will be in the hands of the devils, but the power of government will remain in our hands. The devils can only harass us by putting pressure on us and making fun of us, or make fun of us, or make fun of us. The second eye of this consciousness is the back of your head, the back of your head, the back of your head, the back of your head, the back of your head, the back of your head, the back of your head. But in reality, the dibils have never been touched or the body has never been able to engage in any action or activity. So, they would only resort to this as a last resort. You just have to be more discriminating with the help you render toward other people. They're in transit, they're passing by like a train, and they're trying to drown you by pretending to get you away. It is no coincidence that I have compared the gods, the gods, to the phrase "no fat no no." In fact, it is the end of all their deeds and actions. I couldn’t tell if my eyelids were pulling, straining, or aggressively loosening up on their blood circulation fatigue. Now, this is the general effect of the lubrication of the body cells in my body, which separate me from the stone and make me a human being, in the spinach mixture, which is felt in the fixed motion of the upper eyelid of my right eye. God has always told us in which parts of the body the cells of the body need to release a lot of fat, fat or orgasm for certain stony, physical (fattening) movements. It's just that I guess it's just a mistake, because I think everyone would like to live a simple life without realizing it. Each of the dibils is a human being, and although they are human, they are divided into three types. As gods, there are dibil people who connect the moments of living side by side with people or people. As the soul, the air connects the mass worldly connections through technological, media connections. On the one hand, there are angels, who, like lepers, generalize or observe these worldly processes, another image of the location of their personalities, the angels who value man as a human being and therefore his physical form. The weakest gods are the highest angels. In the middle, the spirits are like radios that transmit sounds, sources (gods) to humans, and listeners (angels). Now, if I tell my mother that I will be a girl, it is through the deceptive work of God as my mother’s second digital representatives or copies in this world that I see my mother instead of the actions I have to take around myself. So, God is formed or born as a dibil like my daughter. The gods are the only human beings in the realm of the provinces, and they are the only dumb people who are considered to be better and stronger than the people or the devils who walk around them. The rest of the dilemmas are national and worldwide, not even counting on us. God or my future daughter will make my mother my own and walk around in my place.