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it's but the choir-imbued presence of god, and the vacuous presence of a devil that tempts me in both thought & deed, to attempt the puritanical testimony of evil... it's so quiet down in hell, you can even hear the devil think, and be made to testify as a schizoid fakery. of men hell-bound, so few are of stock that might make them interesting. ex homines      obligatus infernum paucci sic ex est truncus id potentia illis facere dulcis.                   it's beyond testifying "pig" latin, not porcus latin... it's copernican latin - given that the ancients wrote like the modern arabs, i.e. grammatically from e.g. **** sapiens, i.e. man wise -   i.e. wise man, i.e. copernican with a wonder: left to right, or right to left?            is that dull-cheese though? and is that fuck-er-er, or foo-cciere? i invoked the cappuccino for the pau-ki... but it's true:   the most interesting of men never gravitate to fathom heaven, or abide by a presence in such a realm: the brilliant genius, or puritanical evil leaves them lost for words before the scorn of god... no man of interest ever resides in heaven, hell scolds god's wrath by inviting all the interesting fellows to its womb's abode -          question is:              where do all the ****** go?
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Sep 13, 2017
Sep 13, 2017 at 9:57 PM UTC
doubled truth
it's but the choir-imbued presence of god, and the vacuous presence of a devil that tempts me in both thought & deed, to attempt the puritanical testimony of evil... it's so quiet down in hell, you can even hear the devil think, and be made to testify as a schizoid fakery. of men hell-bound, so few are of stock that might make them interesting. ex homines      obligatus infernum paucci sic ex est truncus id potentia illis facere dulcis.                   it's beyond testifying "pig" latin, not porcus latin... it's copernican latin - given that the ancients wrote like the modern arabs, i.e. grammatically from e.g. **** sapiens, i.e. man wise -   i.e. wise man, i.e. copernican with a wonder: left to right, or right to left?            is that dull-cheese though? and is that fuck-er-er, or foo-cciere? i invoked the cappuccino for the pau-ki... but it's true:   the most interesting of men never gravitate to fathom heaven, or abide by a presence in such a realm: the brilliant genius, or puritanical evil leaves them lost for words before the scorn of god... no man of interest ever resides in heaven, hell scolds god's wrath by inviting all the interesting fellows to its womb's abode -          question is:              where do all the ****** go?
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Sep 13, 2017
Sep 13, 2017 at 9:57 PM UTC
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