Are you to rid of my senses?
displeased by your efforts. . .
how careless to tell me, nothing. . ..
to rid of my senses with vigor efforts with your ********
You are as you are, you have the senses to find out even so.
But how is this displeasure in me, I feel to be targeted by such blasphemy, to tell me to take on this world that I cannot do without the consent of so many others.
How can I not do without the consent of the others, when they are upheld by a system, consented by others?
I am no system, nor feeble triumph, I am just in reason observant of sorts, to see over walls and blinded retorts.
Oct 12, 2011
Oct 12, 2011 at 12:28 AM UTC
Are you to rid of my senses?
displeased by your efforts. . .
how careless to tell me, nothing. . ..
to rid of my senses with vigor efforts with your ********
You are as you are, you have the senses to find out even so.
But how is this displeasure in me, I feel to be targeted by such blasphemy, to tell me to take on this world that I cannot do without the consent of so many others.
How can I not do without the consent of the others, when they are upheld by a system, consented by others?
I am no system, nor feeble triumph, I am just in reason observant of sorts, to see over walls and blinded retorts.
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