Apr 2020
In them, then, waking as a secret instinct met with resistance! Like Prometheus in the spikes of a nucleus, complicit killers in the atomic explosion of our emotions: We took advantage of the promising of immortality, the All-Inclusive, everything that can be returned at interest Minutes: The Irreversible - Reciprocable, Recoverable, Holy Transgender
which can be transferred to the organic part of our biological cell germ, can be received in the same way as the Universe! And in the meantime, we only sought to transcend our immortality by transcending in our own ancient pleasures — burned out — Yet together; in a single, pure and eternal Holy conviction we may be held captive
nailed moment! - The stubborn barking of our blood-wounds awkwardly becomes omnipotent: Eternal, learned, touching grace. We are echoing sounds that can also be heard in each other's heartbeats! - The consciousness of cell fission has reached the brain, we have often been stuck in the expanding flirtatious expansion of our intermediate time. Outside of us, through the colonized, colonized realms in the degraded Cosmos Space, the vulnerable messenger listens to it, listening to the vulnerable messenger: Intellect and common sense companions - an immortal needle stumbled and then reached the inner, comprehensive, and graspable boundary of the brain!
You said it yourself - at least enough: We're floating on a rocking scale. Themselves are the discarded, cracked sandbags of mortality: Who can know more? And who is right? Do the tiny billions of particles in our cells, the fissures of our molecules, serve our selfish needs alone or our falling instincts?
which can be transferred to the organic part of our biological cell germ, can be received in the same way as the Universe! And in the meantime, we only sought to transcend our immortality by transcending in our own ancient pleasures — burned out — Yet together; in a single, pure and eternal Holy conviction we may be held captive
nailed moment! - The stubborn barking of our blood-wounds awkwardly becomes omnipotent: Eternal, learned, touching grace. We are echoing sounds that can also be heard in each other's heartbeats! - The consciousness of cell fission has reached the brain, we have often been stuck in the expanding flirtatious expansion of our intermediate time. Outside of us, through the colonized, colonized realms in the degraded Cosmos Space, the vulnerable messenger listens to it, listening to the vulnerable messenger: Intellect and common sense companions - an immortal needle stumbled and then reached the inner, comprehensive, and graspable boundary of the brain!
You said it yourself - at least enough: We're floating on a rocking scale. Themselves are the discarded, cracked sandbags of mortality: Who can know more? And who is right? Do the tiny billions of particles in our cells, the fissures of our molecules, serve our selfish needs alone or our falling instincts?
