O sweet spontaneous earth how often have the doting fingers of prurient philosophers pinched and poked thee… has the naughty thumb of science prodded thy beauty… but true to the incomparable couch of death thy rhythmic lover, thou answerest them only with spring.
Information is a beast which will eat itself. Is there any oxygen out there within the unwitting emissaries of massed insectoid noises, the morbidity of human scribbles and sociopolitical agitations? I love my dog. He is me and I am him. Username: alaska Password: august
Logarithmic tremendous heliocentric bishops. Head space full, next please. The sky is fired up feeding everyday with tones of insanity. Universal solitariness attacking the sunset on the forehead! Skyscrapers collapsing onto my chest and this does not cause or excuse any ‘lodus tonalis’…
This is a manifest for escaped cats. Isolated bombastic mountains kissing solitary skies and slippery seas in the tongue. The Music is knitting my retina with pearly misunderstandings and gigantic darkness. Where is the yesterday we loved so much?
(links) + (url’s) + (confirm) x (log in) + (refresh) + (accept) – (deny) + (show) + (add) / (remember me) + (attach) – (remove) x (tag) + (new tab) + (send) + (password) x (forward) + (save as) – (undo) + (copy) / (paste) – (cut) = 1/1.000.000.000 of a hug.
Transuniversal fantasies. Blind or deaf? Blossoming inertia uber alles!!! We will never be 16 again, but certainly they will never turn our hearts square-shaped. Never! The substructure of this house is built on tears and sighs. This is a colosseal ceremony of loneliness. Panacea is only the smile of a wounded titan.
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