Jul 2021
All about a term, it spoke of something very scientific and laboratory, and also something unrooted; romanticism, with sensitive tentacles.
I can already carry touching and beautiful phrases, praise, and embellish a living being.
The adjacent voice ...: Fool you will continue to the point of knowing yourself more foolish under your coefficient, and you will slowly know the lack of reach of your emotions ...!
Ludwig ...: I'm a good man, who doesn't put away bad things ... of course that's how it works. But I want to talk and talk, and I only know that the aeroform, the earthly and cave, the watery, perhaps diluvian, advising me by Deucalion, will make it possible for the answers to be answered to the void, to the mortal body and void at the same time; that only in his bony system does knowledge make us palpitate. Clumsy and dumb he was after everything got dark in that deluge of days. In this way, he was able to dominate himself by summoning his rebirth.
The Dream of Morals
“Night owl, with your hands in pockets you have to lean on the tubular celestial mountains. you will walk with your insanity covered in your zoomorphic legions. Antoinette, whole beauty will walk near your domain, catching your memory and her admirable gestures will dilute your ignorance. But get up, even if it is groping and in the midst of perdition, look for your Archangel, she goes to pinch his feathery navigation in the infinity of the Universe.
Oh, restless night how you want to see yourself on the path of the finite front and not in the infinite of the proximal Apocalypse. When the comfort of the field delays us, do not sit in front of me on the grass. Unnourished starvation, Bread, and Water that does not carry healing minerals. You have to suffer greater suffering than the great elements, wailing water from the Red Sea in its feverish situation. Behold, there is no prolific thermic, only igneous tongues of a monumental melting ***; that has to support you in the aeroform and will make you mourn your last hardships, on the rough and brick-like Earth. The great everything, what loves it, what leads it to cover itself with sharp impious pleasures, has to re-enter into nothingness, and you go to them adorning the new architecture of your Ecological City. Do not refuse to forget the past, since the present without it does not green the transit of your new home.
Grass and flowers, polar ship, loaded with hopes, will shelter your disharmonized meekness. Platonic and judicious to spell ...., On the front sidewalk, you will find your sanity! " At the end of Moral's dream, her wrinkled flesh emigrated, which after so much staying in the Lake was abandoned, looking for a new body to inhabit.
Before the imminent approach of the End, a form of Angel approaches ... :( This was seconded by Roberto Garroch).
"You will fall prostrate to me ... do not keep the secrets where we have taken you, since on Patmos John fell before me ..., you in the vicinity of Patmos will flee from your filigree and energetic being to the Messolonghi Cemetery ..."
I can already carry touching and beautiful phrases, praise, and embellish a living being.
The adjacent voice ...: Fool you will continue to the point of knowing yourself more foolish under your coefficient, and you will slowly know the lack of reach of your emotions ...!
Ludwig ...: I'm a good man, who doesn't put away bad things ... of course that's how it works. But I want to talk and talk, and I only know that the aeroform, the earthly and cave, the watery, perhaps diluvian, advising me by Deucalion, will make it possible for the answers to be answered to the void, to the mortal body and void at the same time; that only in his bony system does knowledge make us palpitate. Clumsy and dumb he was after everything got dark in that deluge of days. In this way, he was able to dominate himself by summoning his rebirth.
The Dream of Morals
“Night owl, with your hands in pockets you have to lean on the tubular celestial mountains. you will walk with your insanity covered in your zoomorphic legions. Antoinette, whole beauty will walk near your domain, catching your memory and her admirable gestures will dilute your ignorance. But get up, even if it is groping and in the midst of perdition, look for your Archangel, she goes to pinch his feathery navigation in the infinity of the Universe.
Oh, restless night how you want to see yourself on the path of the finite front and not in the infinite of the proximal Apocalypse. When the comfort of the field delays us, do not sit in front of me on the grass. Unnourished starvation, Bread, and Water that does not carry healing minerals. You have to suffer greater suffering than the great elements, wailing water from the Red Sea in its feverish situation. Behold, there is no prolific thermic, only igneous tongues of a monumental melting ***; that has to support you in the aeroform and will make you mourn your last hardships, on the rough and brick-like Earth. The great everything, what loves it, what leads it to cover itself with sharp impious pleasures, has to re-enter into nothingness, and you go to them adorning the new architecture of your Ecological City. Do not refuse to forget the past, since the present without it does not green the transit of your new home.
Grass and flowers, polar ship, loaded with hopes, will shelter your disharmonized meekness. Platonic and judicious to spell ...., On the front sidewalk, you will find your sanity! " At the end of Moral's dream, her wrinkled flesh emigrated, which after so much staying in the Lake was abandoned, looking for a new body to inhabit.
Before the imminent approach of the End, a form of Angel approaches ... :( This was seconded by Roberto Garroch).
"You will fall prostrate to me ... do not keep the secrets where we have taken you, since on Patmos John fell before me ..., you in the vicinity of Patmos will flee from your filigree and energetic being to the Messolonghi Cemetery ..."
Weirdly Emigrate Chaper XI
