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*i hate to break it to you kid, i'm not mindful of narcissus' economics that's all oh so very modern...* but women are their own orbit, more chance to find a single mother than a single father... it's against nature to make the man without god, as it's against nature to make the woman with god... thus we have the tectonic plates making man with god, accepting or doubting, church or laboratory... and woman... an eroticism of jaw eaten faces... but a kiss to be a fingerprint likened to erasing the dangling of the bitten jaw... erased only once by the aphrodisiac of sirens' wail of aquatic opera so damnable that only one man heard it, while others scolded being in audience with beeswax... and by second chance, erased, indeed, but only by the suffragettes as the new nuns... as the new nuns dare comply to change, like every male become female and vice versa, and the popes disclose their continual loss of matrimony in their misogynistic involvement in ****** if i'm not the pope and do no encounter such practices, i'm not a pope at all! *only a ninth spoke as the necromancer, and of the nine spoke clearest, as it spoke, it dawned on me that sauron was invisible for the sword to strike, a gravity enveloping, a gravity envelope, rather than a skin of infinite diadem sharpenings, for nine rigs unto men, seven unto dwarfs, three unto elves, but none unto the orcs... strange.... ORC ARKHAN MORDOR ARRAC!*
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Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 10:36 PM UTC
the famed aphrodisiac of sirens' wail / ORC ARKHAN MORDOR ARRAC!
*i hate to break it to you kid, i'm not mindful of narcissus' economics that's all oh so very modern...* but women are their own orbit, more chance to find a single mother than a single father... it's against nature to make the man without god, as it's against nature to make the woman with god... thus we have the tectonic plates making man with god, accepting or doubting, church or laboratory... and woman... an eroticism of jaw eaten faces... but a kiss to be a fingerprint likened to erasing the dangling of the bitten jaw... erased only once by the aphrodisiac of sirens' wail of aquatic opera so damnable that only one man heard it, while others scolded being in audience with beeswax... and by second chance, erased, indeed, but only by the suffragettes as the new nuns... as the new nuns dare comply to change, like every male become female and vice versa, and the popes disclose their continual loss of matrimony in their misogynistic involvement in ****** if i'm not the pope and do no encounter such practices, i'm not a pope at all! *only a ninth spoke as the necromancer, and of the nine spoke clearest, as it spoke, it dawned on me that sauron was invisible for the sword to strike, a gravity enveloping, a gravity envelope, rather than a skin of infinite diadem sharpenings, for nine rigs unto men, seven unto dwarfs, three unto elves, but none unto the orcs... strange.... ORC ARKHAN MORDOR ARRAC!*
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Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 10:36 PM UTC
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