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.*who said... that German was, unbefitting to fulfill the concerns for the operatic?! Germans sing the most... nettopern known to man... their baroque reinterpretation... shudders the body to usurp all the ancients' phobias borrowed from the Greeks... goosebumps and... **** like:   freude, schöner götterfunken, tochter aus elysium, wir betreten feuertrunken, himmlische, dein heiligtum!* but then again...   anemia with the Wagner... come: walhall..        come Chopin... and an...             orchestra! you are born, to be lived... and what questions you have, are questions indeed, but they are rudimentary... and asked, even if asked at all... at what could be beat estimated the worthy time... beside the / outside the mortal script...                    known as... life; how does that feel? when feeling perfects the "art" of the implosion of thought? the, missing moral "ought" of the narrative? the lost, theta?! how does, that, "feel"? all, emotion, yet, seemingly, no, thought?    how does that feel... mother? ship, micro-cosmos of quasi-Braille telegraph... how, does, i, "feel", mother? the complexity of human expression, within the confines of the childish beginning, culminates in the banal finality of...    that, which, is mortal...        that, which, is mortal... will always over complicate the sentence... and make life, almost causeless. we are all but wagers, in a game that consist of nothing more than a win, or a loss... a game, waging...    falsely perpetuating a gain... mortality... and a game waging... not falsely perpetuating a loss... again: mortality.... why should i forgive the bass guitar omission in modern music?!
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Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 8:36 PM UTC
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.*who said... that German was, unbefitting to fulfill the concerns for the operatic?! Germans sing the most... nettopern known to man... their baroque reinterpretation... shudders the body to usurp all the ancients' phobias borrowed from the Greeks... goosebumps and... **** like:   freude, schöner götterfunken, tochter aus elysium, wir betreten feuertrunken, himmlische, dein heiligtum!* but then again...   anemia with the Wagner... come: walhall..        come Chopin... and an...             orchestra! you are born, to be lived... and what questions you have, are questions indeed, but they are rudimentary... and asked, even if asked at all... at what could be beat estimated the worthy time... beside the / outside the mortal script...                    known as... life; how does that feel? when feeling perfects the "art" of the implosion of thought? the, missing moral "ought" of the narrative? the lost, theta?! how does, that, "feel"? all, emotion, yet, seemingly, no, thought?    how does that feel... mother? ship, micro-cosmos of quasi-Braille telegraph... how, does, i, "feel", mother? the complexity of human expression, within the confines of the childish beginning, culminates in the banal finality of...    that, which, is mortal...        that, which, is mortal... will always over complicate the sentence... and make life, almost causeless. we are all but wagers, in a game that consist of nothing more than a win, or a loss... a game, waging...    falsely perpetuating a gain... mortality... and a game waging... not falsely perpetuating a loss... again: mortality.... why should i forgive the bass guitar omission in modern music?!
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Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 8:36 PM UTC
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