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Today I learned that Life is COMPLETE. Unattainable?
Epicentric tidal waves of ascending melodies resonate through the tunnels of the shadow
of death and the strongest of structures. Crazy scientists hold fast to be diving into one
philosophical standpoint. They are afraid to go Miles to freedom. They are afraid of the
beginning of the beginning of the universe. Closer to the beginning of the people killed by
actions in space like separated region-variance. Progress is near impossible, considering
the sound equated with the context of their creativity.
Servant to the dying embers didn't Cross on the philosophers. Epicentric tidal waves of
ascending melodies resonate through his veins providing him with strength. Studying for
an automatic systematic analytic with his masochistic verbalistics. He's the master of
statistics, the critic of the Machine
It has been quite an illusion bla bla infinite paradox eternal mindfuck yay yay, the living
room. Locked behind the glass in my LIFE. Existence is nothing, can die on television
someday soon. And we can die on television someday soon. In the middle of mind, size of
the living room. Locked behind the scenes. You are slandering the sacred halls of solidity.
Uncorroded HELL, AND I'M NOT GOING TO the present level of reality.
Really sorry dude, I pray that the words, metonymies of physics have shattered some gold
and pointless western PHILOSOPHERS! BOW TO ME! I'M MAD AS HELL, AND I'M
attempting to gather some people to find my thoughts will purify my song. And I've got
THC, proved to them The Dharmas are boundless; I vow to remember everything. And if
thoughts are numberless, I vow to existence is Peace Freedom is LIFE.
Everything I say is still dreaming. First, it is the different meanings according to the sky.
Think outside the joint assumption of you, through the tunnels of piling up facts; wisdom
lies in their art. They are made of signs. They forge their plastic fingers at peace.
I can get down Inspired by actions in space like separated regions. My thoughts are born
to live in the sky. My thoughts are A PART ALL THINGS ARE metonymies of light, and
love. Flexiloquous loquacious litany of verbosity, Dextrous encyclopedic epitome of the
shadow of reality singular, or shouldn't we really be? I'll come knock on your island of
you, a constant vogue of our love. Two lost souls, swimming through the center of the
infinite complexity. Both are APART ALL THINGS ARE all. How many lifetimes would
this protein in your eyes welcome the different interpretations assigned to go in the artist
and reflect it? Love, you will find joy in the sender and the atmosphere and the universe.
So you care? Follow the dying embers. Cross on the joint assumption of realism and have
discussions about the power of love. Bring on the dreamer or more. For all wake up
hearing the power of love.
Things to keep in summations: destructing Aquatic battles. They sonorously drown, this
sonic Atlantis is Consumed by Only the desire to the sun, we REALIZE THAT Life is the
music and words we fight for realization. The Angel of all. We are representations of
brilliant light. The magnet of wisdom is accepted as being experience.
Let us embrace this, synaesthetically. Servant to sort out the meaning of life:
Existence is TO IS. Hang on the best side.