BTW vir means man in the old Latin
from which
the nomenclature
of Catholic Christianity rose up,
curia and cives and synoikia by Roman ****
and cries of grace
a ****** seems a gin, ala engine, ie, ei
genius engenederer a man maker version
We got hope.
--
it very well could be, that we
know more than we imagined
we knew
as we,
the people, who hold certain
truths,
to be
self-evident.
You see? You hold these certain truths
and
****
you're an icecream cone.
And as Arthur assures me still:
There
will be time
to start
all
over.
If you can artifice enough integrity of mind,
to think of a way, each
mankind mind made unthingable, find that Greek word
ah dian oi toasted, nah, but near, this word means
the thing done, the deed not non-doable in being real.
the line
in the sand, crossed,
this away and thataway
we that take the refractured way through the wall,
inalienable right holding we,
the unalienable native
born bhering heir
looms
holdin' woven coffin nails as puffs of smoke signaling
go
now
carry good news on beautiful feet.
conciliate, liberty sans munera calls remunera to the game.
play fair, or be square.
Living Shakespearean tropes in Euclidean dramas
enacted by liars used to entertain fools
for the power of suggestion
gestating in the waiting
next
from now on.
Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 6:07 PM UTC
BTW vir means man in the old Latin
from which
the nomenclature
of Catholic Christianity rose up,
curia and cives and synoikia by Roman ****
and cries of grace
a ****** seems a gin, ala engine, ie, ei
genius engenederer a man maker version
We got hope.
--
it very well could be, that we
know more than we imagined
we knew
as we,
the people, who hold certain
truths,
to be
self-evident.
You see? You hold these certain truths
and
****
you're an icecream cone.
And as Arthur assures me still:
There
will be time
to start
all
over.
If you can artifice enough integrity of mind,
to think of a way, each
mankind mind made unthingable, find that Greek word
ah dian oi toasted, nah, but near, this word means
the thing done, the deed not non-doable in being real.
the line
in the sand, crossed,
this away and thataway
we that take the refractured way through the wall,
inalienable right holding we,
the unalienable native
born bhering heir
looms
holdin' woven coffin nails as puffs of smoke signaling
go
now
carry good news on beautiful feet.
conciliate, liberty sans munera calls remunera to the game.
play fair, or be square.
Living Shakespearean tropes in Euclidean dramas
enacted by liars used to entertain fools
for the power of suggestion
gestating in the waiting
next
from now on.
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