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Always recall given that we have infinite free space ... there will always be great numbers to blame our mistakes on ...

One need only use avarice to gain control of that dimension ... even if it is over and beyond us in the quandary of is it innate or extant? In some philosophies that is over an beyond our wildest rainbows ... hostility is said to work so the vocation of cooperation is out ... that vocations fails repeated
ly causing wrinkles in the chance field we've encountered in the dark ... shimmers result ... some say chimera ... monster shakes?

Thus slosh in the Cosmos ... stormy? Apparently kept somewhere out of sight for resolution out of our hands ...

Yet some believe they are in control ... not cognizant of the ultimate effect of a great dark network that they refuse to see as sacred ... revolutionary until apocalypse a disturbing vision that we were wrong about power and need for delicacy? The reality being quite fragile ... like passing pages ... as we travel through the billowing hills ...

Is life a dream or the alternate ... given what comes up when the body rests at night allowing ambulatory essences ... a topic of interest to the paranormal industrious ... those messing around in the headman for hedonism ... search for pleasure and relief that's one sided?

No Sharon ... gamma 's on lights out ... power loves the populace in the dark ... avarice? Great potential ... leading to distortion of protons and other particles ...
 
What is more critical in the physical world; industrious economy based on hostile competition, or human resources ?

Humans seem to be more dispensable ... so why feed, shelter, clothe, educate and heal ... if no one cares? Thus ultimate siege theory ... and bodies tossed over the wall ... spirits going alternately ... we wonder why the mote is foul ... AYE!

More matter we cannot figure ... and we're the intelligent essence?
 
When one delves into the human story that is over and above our individual story one discovers some strange material ... that is none-the-less still common and in the vernacular ... but lost to many present ... they just block it out ... unknowingly even!

It fascinates me how pathological forces can do this ... and leave a person believing there is not such thing because they believe psyche is not existent. The essence of fallability? is there something wrong in the winds ... take a sniff ... mist ide!

May be the presentation by a sales person ... poor service ... or no service whatsoever ... that would cost! It is not in the grace of the taker ...

Causes one to begin to doubt a great sector of those claiming to be humanitarian ... when you see humanity taking a dive ... deep probes maybe involving the throat of politics ... ripe for a story?

In the line of a fine tooth all we can come up with is a bitting myth ... powerful in the underworld ... there many lies to be checked over! Shrouded they are as the Master said in that notorius book ... be careful of men in dark robes ... check them over closely for flaws ... they could be broken ... reason for significant doubt? No question ... disallowed as we are to believe everything ...
 
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Do you ever get the sensation that your story is being subdued for reason unknown ... willis? Chimera ...

Sometimes a chimera is referred to a monster an some great items declare there are no monster because they can't see themselves ... without reflecting deeply ... some say that is like a stray thought of intelligence to clear ... get over? The means were wasted as prodigal breaks ... flaws and rapture ...

Let us have a word and work it through as a great deal ... word carries a lot of necessary understanding ... and then we encounter the anti social ... wishing nothing to do with peaceful communion ... quiet time ... innate!

Can light be internalized for obscuring ? Therein the tease ... sacred and buried ... in Yah, or Anya ... an end to self with a bit to pass on as a short line?

Wormer ... as the story creeps ... and takes a turn ...
 
Is frustration a philosophical imperative that would drive one to an absolute law ... one that would lift one from chaos?

Thus no end to the stories of wasted bodies and released soul as nothing compared to positive spirits as emotional eruptions ... sights unseen?

Could light collected through the ages be buried there as prodigal spark for initiation under cover ... suggestive of J' Sue interred in a pile of wasted humanity ... and the power ar in favor of that ... considering the urge of the wealthy to share anything ...

Thus that sage expression about stripping down at the end ... emotive disposal? I am pretty well drained in the effort to understand the high and mighty ... and their wish to dispose of the base foundations ... often posed as edification of defeating the opposed? Con jointed function or conjugation as it must be placed in aj aer ... Seeled like some members for protection ... a bone-head? Brains are delicate ... sometimes referred to as precious ... in the neural hierarchy ... kind of up there ... limbic fluid flows down ...
 
With blood and plasma rising and limbic going down doth that mimic a tree absorbing light that has glowed out there?

Eve stardust being critical ... in maintaining a balance of cool in the night ...
 
The rule to set nothing before what is clearly discouraging false idealism ... is that for real or an abstract sense of a processing device that may incarnare as eye of a needle-like function ... sharp focus in deep space by a gravid device?

Can such lines of potent nature be warped and wend 'd ... especially through mystery leading them aside? Sounds like Sam and that song from the depths ... coming out of hillside in GEO Ghia? Porker eh ... stay in the tree mon ... those southern hogs are a terror ...

Line the pit with staves and torch em ... roger? Charles Lamb laid out the fire ... a burning sensation ...
 
Is truth incriminating in ways that it is imperative to make sacred? Thus reality creates shrouds and fabrications to hide Kali ... for reasons we cannot absorb!

Now is death had no affiliated fear ... what would we learn from from the brutal pain of life because we'd get out sooner ...

Are our youth catching on as you observe increasing martyrdom? Hope is a dying sort of fate ... and thus we see it settling over the perceived edge that is curved ... expect it could come back at yah tomorrow as a NUDai ... no embellishments eventually ... they do wear off giving the Tara ... in Boston they even drop the "r's" ... bottomed out as it never returns ...

Grasp it while it is fresh folk ... it returns as something else ... alternate egos' ... everything changes ... due to the constant grind! Nous hung ...
 
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