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but you speak a tongue that's not exactly exactly! where's this balsamic vinegar you speak of for dressing, or the ****** olive oil?! i'm not saying what misery - but what baptism of sweated blood have you addressed to keep the crucifix a sanctum? every, single, time, you are left with no chance to progress from this Babylonian investigation - each night you pray for sleep and wait for death - each day death never comes and you wait for sleep even more, so the day might be shortened and indeed be deemed absolutely insignificant as it should be insignificant given the tier of spending - shortened to squeeze in a sneeze - my life but a cameo - sacredness of the cross out of cameo - better cite Aesop as proponent of Spartacus; but honour invoked by each replenishes a loss of populism - no money was to be made from them, r.i.p. at least - whatever honour was grieved died on Golgotha mound - for some many came to utter his words, and so many came to the same fate, as in so many came as paupers and left with riches - what virtue was sacrificed for this to happen with gleeful approval and lack of critique?
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Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 10:22 PM UTC
crux sanctum ex cameo
but you speak a tongue that's not exactly exactly! where's this balsamic vinegar you speak of for dressing, or the ****** olive oil?! i'm not saying what misery - but what baptism of sweated blood have you addressed to keep the crucifix a sanctum? every, single, time, you are left with no chance to progress from this Babylonian investigation - each night you pray for sleep and wait for death - each day death never comes and you wait for sleep even more, so the day might be shortened and indeed be deemed absolutely insignificant as it should be insignificant given the tier of spending - shortened to squeeze in a sneeze - my life but a cameo - sacredness of the cross out of cameo - better cite Aesop as proponent of Spartacus; but honour invoked by each replenishes a loss of populism - no money was to be made from them, r.i.p. at least - whatever honour was grieved died on Golgotha mound - for some many came to utter his words, and so many came to the same fate, as in so many came as paupers and left with riches - what virtue was sacrificed for this to happen with gleeful approval and lack of critique?
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Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 10:22 PM UTC
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