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You are continuous, there is no chaos Suddenly you swerve, without a reason, visible enough to **** off the dead guy, and you start falling, the more you shrink, the harder you get, you can hear the crawling creatures all the way to the 10th floor, they climb up under your bed, the realization makes you subtle, you are stopped. It's dawn now, you are still flooded with creep, How beneficial is to redeem your astral influence here? Whose blessings are making you immortal? whose paradise is lost? Can not ask, because you are phenomenologist, He has done great job in covering, you can uncover it, but can not have it On your way back you can find some nymphs, still you are not in heaven, there is still some crawling under your bed, and its creeping you out.
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Mar 18, 2012
Mar 18, 2012 at 6:26 PM UTC
Discontinuity
You are continuous, there is no chaos Suddenly you swerve, without a reason, visible enough to **** off the dead guy, and you start falling, the more you shrink, the harder you get, you can hear the crawling creatures all the way to the 10th floor, they climb up under your bed, the realization makes you subtle, you are stopped. It's dawn now, you are still flooded with creep, How beneficial is to redeem your astral influence here? Whose blessings are making you immortal? whose paradise is lost? Can not ask, because you are phenomenologist, He has done great job in covering, you can uncover it, but can not have it On your way back you can find some nymphs, still you are not in heaven, there is still some crawling under your bed, and its creeping you out.
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Mar 18, 2012
Mar 18, 2012 at 6:26 PM UTC
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