I swear I can bury your best pseudo-icly pumped. I'll never erase my love for the humble, innocent and knew! And loving the gardeners of time. Will never harvest a mind, before it's time! And dear carbon based corpus-al archived. I will never reveal the truth before the blind. Those blind by their wantonness! Those genre's created by the "foul" who sought to justify their afflictions corrupt. Dream and schemed, the hell pervasions, upon this very hold! Thou "swine" of greed... They have created, in their own, image their likeness! One over the cuckoos nest!
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Square deal and a square meal
Have you examined the beliefs that string you around, before you can askew. Remember anything about your past shamans? Have you ever seen the reign! Where do you grow from here! If you stripped a weigh the myth from the sand. How many infinite-s before you get to the other side of the microscope paralleling you envisioning the other side of the microscope. Infinite to the stars and last but the piece of least resistance. Whatever we can imagine when we remove the elite and pious from our presence and reality!
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