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death to the hair! all the men burning their hir! yeah... the missing A... must be... Cymru-Silesian... coraline soundtrack - dreaming... davy jones' - theme song edward scissorhands' - ice dance once i used to cry... but have you ever watched snow fall, in a graveyard, at night? it'a like... the souls of the dead were being reborn... so little of this world is due to the up-keeping of a fleeting-thought, its objectification of this world.. and so much of it... is due... sorry, dough, of what is not thought, but is felt... hence my disgruntling at what is at most: disgrace! cheapening emotion, how could you! how could you cheapen emotion to a level of elevating thought?! heretics! i'll say it again: blasphemers! who are you to demean emotion in favor of thought, which you cannot convince?! batman returns OST - birth of a penguin part 1 & 2... no wonder i go and **** once my grandparents are alive... a week or two... twice a year... weeks after Christmas, and weeks after Easter... 4am over-shadows... that concept of a lingering guilt, about some cleavage named Kelley Scarlett... my due... your turn... death appears, and disappears, but then the "magic" of mortality... ever watch snow fall in a graveyard? ever watch a supposed Dervish in said "in situ"? i could have died, but upon a reinterpretation, i did't have to live, to subsequently die, to live once more... i... just didn't require to live, at all.
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Nov 20, 2018
Nov 20, 2018 at 11:03 PM UTC
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death to the hair! all the men burning their hir! yeah... the missing A... must be... Cymru-Silesian... coraline soundtrack - dreaming... davy jones' - theme song edward scissorhands' - ice dance once i used to cry... but have you ever watched snow fall, in a graveyard, at night? it'a like... the souls of the dead were being reborn... so little of this world is due to the up-keeping of a fleeting-thought, its objectification of this world.. and so much of it... is due... sorry, dough, of what is not thought, but is felt... hence my disgruntling at what is at most: disgrace! cheapening emotion, how could you! how could you cheapen emotion to a level of elevating thought?! heretics! i'll say it again: blasphemers! who are you to demean emotion in favor of thought, which you cannot convince?! batman returns OST - birth of a penguin part 1 & 2... no wonder i go and **** once my grandparents are alive... a week or two... twice a year... weeks after Christmas, and weeks after Easter... 4am over-shadows... that concept of a lingering guilt, about some cleavage named Kelley Scarlett... my due... your turn... death appears, and disappears, but then the "magic" of mortality... ever watch snow fall in a graveyard? ever watch a supposed Dervish in said "in situ"? i could have died, but upon a reinterpretation, i did't have to live, to subsequently die, to live once more... i... just didn't require to live, at all.
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Nov 20, 2018
Nov 20, 2018 at 11:03 PM UTC
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