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Have you ever thought that Music might be a trap? Step 19: The Rhapsody of Silence. These are only instructions on how to get your back up files together with you in the coffin. Does Munich really exists? Support your domestic and international tragedies, because you will die in happiness. Sun is Sun.

O sweet spontaneous

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.
Darkest Dark

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
Blossoming aviation

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’…
A sea of clouds

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?

Lynx

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