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| by cool hey, to give is apparently equivalent to weakness. Suspicion awaits the honest. its a sad corner we are turning. its a shallow pond most wade in. apparently gratification is found in these so small ponds. mock away if it sustains you in some way. tomorrow is heavy. invoke j... hey... Comment on this... |
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| by Zombie Cool Hey, Small town malaise is just as vicious, just as malevolent as big city sickness. That big city makes the news with its rampant criminal extravagances(its bang, bang...pow, pow) doesn't really lessen the insipid soul drainage capability of its smaller cousins. Jesus, make right the corruption rifling through the ranks of the self-righteous...make right the vessel of divine truth. Unfortunately, I don't really see the hand of ghod as much as i'd like. It may be a question of my sight(or lack of it)... I hope its not a question of having to see it as it closes our chapter. 2012. Jesus, help us all. Gillian Anderson. Comment on this... |
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| by Canadian Zombie Hey, The voice that isn't conquered doesn't know the snub. That is to say it knows the snub but sees it for what it is...fear. Sweet-assed Gillian, forever embraced in the causality loop of rational probability. Linked forever in the subgenerate potentiality of the divine, Play it like you will and find your course. Old school observance of new school hypocrisy in helpless abeyance to shallow reticence. Sweet-assed Gillian...I await the never...I smile in vain temperance of your seductive glow. Love ya, as if you didn't know, and didn't want to turn your weary eyes to... It is all okay...or has to be. I see the end and am sorry it has to be a cliche. Say it once and liberate the faithful. Ghod loves you. So sweet feminine doctorate. The righting of the vessel seems to come at such cost. If a word of truth ekes out...happiness might ensue. Crush the snub. Comment on this... |
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| by coool zooombie hey, there will be no silence. the truth has elbows. bloody retribution. you know. Comment on this... |
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| by Cool Freakin Zombie Hey, There is one truth. One truth exists beyond the subtle and benign. Erase it as you see fit. Uatchet. Uatchet exists in fine and divine ways. The visit of Uatchet lifts one. There is one truth, one crushing , undeniable form that approaches awkwardly and sadly. It will be revealled. Rose Ormus is a revelation. Waiting, wondering, plying the reality...something evolves amidst the chaos. It is true that the chaos must recognize the ephemeral, eternal. The word awaits the vacuum. Perhaps it will be sufficient enough, perhaps the truth will find expression before it will have to be spelled out. Gillian Anderson. Comment on this... |
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| by Over It is over and good bye. Comment on this... |
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| by thingism Things being as they are... Work them and walk them as you want to. It is all written. Good nite gentle people. Nothing and everything is written in your vain and trite substance. A man alone says so. I say so. Goodnight everyone and everything. Nothing follows. Comment on this... |
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| by Neal Ism Nothing is nothing. Some things lend themselves to nothing. Some people drift into nothingness. Bend to nothing and become less than nothing... or not. The open heart is a malnourished heart...a cliche. Crucify him. Comment on this... |
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| by William Blake 'But vain the sword & vain the bow, They never can work war's overthrow! The Hermit's prayer & the widow's tear Alone can free the world from fear.' Comment on this... |
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| by Cool Zombie Hey, Gilliana obscura. Tempest endura. Corporate...ah, y'know. Last word. Comment on this... |
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