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Seema Nov 2017
...as I accidentally tripped over a cliff
He began to walk away
...I faked it as I pushed myself to lift
Looked around he was long gone his way
This is no true human to save a soul
A cold hearted coward with heart black as coal
He knew I was anti towards such acts
But I suppose he left out this important fact
Now the love he showed is no doubt fake
We should understand the mistakes we make
Love is no game, it brings me to shame
Thinking of the guy being so lustrious lame
A small test to see if he was my real love
He should have done something standing above
But unfortunately he just turned his back
So that's all part of dumb love which now lack
In me, in you, in everyone in this pack
Love is no gameplay
That's all I got to say!!!

©sim
Mateuš Conrad Mar 2017
war took mine, i was sold  playing tenchu
on level 6... just before i was to
assassinate this ***, and he practised all
his bow skill in private, then it was made public
by a ninja... i only completed final
fantasy 7
with a walk-through...
i hate the fact that i stuck to
the schooling narrative...
  but hose were the PS1 days,
those days are gone, gone gone gone,
bye bye gone...
                 the **** was that?!
an oscar for best actor at the gladiator premier?!
why isn't more gaming mentioned in poetry?
where is raziel, and the the legacy of cain:
soul reaver, and the story about how he
squashed his brothers:
dumah, melchiah, rahab, and zephon?
oh look: the geek in me!
                 100 years from a youtube video...
i'm bound to do the bristol d'uh and say:
i've never been to south america...
nor ever...
                        me go sort out this avalanche
if that's o.k. with you, hmm?
this is the thrill you get when seeing peoiple
play a reincarnation of gameboy,
i.e. candy-crush saga... if you moved beyond
the PS1 universe you won't get it...
if you remember PS1 games, you'll probably
remember SEGA and sonic,
and age of empires 2, and sim city 3000...
**** me! but you won't probably remember the
weathergirl... who was becky mantin
when this was written...
           odd, that little gray box of saturdays
and sometimes sundays, but definitely
saturday mornings...
                    it gone... and i don't feel like owning
an update of it, because games have become
overtly narrative prone, they only allow thise gameplay
that's too narrated... i switch on the console
and i want mario bros. calculator type of dynamism...
instead i get this really complex story
when i should be reading a book...
   no, really, when did gaming become so
****** engrossing that i try to become distracted by
brick walls?
           when did i or when didn't i take to playing
chess? well... when i started playing dominos
with 6 cigarette stumps and a black hardcover
philosophy book... maybe around then.
books i great, believe me...
but this nook of counter-arcade games?
i woke up at 9am as if about to go to school
and played that japanese fetish for hours...
so much if our culture in nearing the post-20th
century culture was axis... it was almost all japanese...
you can't take that fact out and replace it
concerning: god intervened at Giza and yawned
at chichén itzá...
because you would... still, i thankfully retired
from the gaming experience (when did PS2 come out?
i wanted it for about 2 years and still didn't
get it)...
    1998? 1997?
                      thankfully i get to mention computer
games like novels... SEGA mega drive?
yep, owned that.
                   and yes, i can cite an ATARI,
and ****, **** **** me!
   that original NINTENDO?!
              and that shooting mallard simulation
against a screen of televisions that could
still issue you with van der graaf static
   of "levitating" hair?
(when televisions were still 3D and played
you remnants of the big bang
       in televised black and white khrrr sound,
all dicta fidgety, like looking through the eyes
of a bluebottle fly)... or
    the original prince of persia?
     those two dimensional ferns rotating round and
round when approached in the original tomb raider?
oh forget the cone-****-madonna...
shaid the ish cream van man to shaun shoonery...
cheap ****: said the dead with charlie
at the head of their horde of entertainment's flops.
i retired from the gaming world though,
left it when PS1 expired...
and morphed into PS2...
           i'm half sad and half saying: i can understand
candy crush, because i can understand
the origin: TETRIS.
like i can understand why i can't do crosswords,
my father just said: even i can't do them,
the clues are all a bit of a wanking to comprehend...
it's as if they only based them on the thesaurus...
   we're good on sudoku though, that can be solved
without problems...
        i miss those games though,
i finished final fantasy 7 with a walkthrough
though... tenchu was also fun to complete,
crash bandicoot? anyone remember him?
           now for not faking it...
                                     i'm glad that's over,
i'd hate the gaming experience as i hate interactive
t.v. thesedays... all this pause and rewind?
  thanks to it i sometimes press the STOP
button when listening to the radio and wonder
why it just keeps running... oh right: this isn't
a c.d. transmission... funny though, the gaming experience
translated into t.v. really has made advertising
ultra competative or utterly useless....
   you just end up pausing before a break, and then
scrolling past the advertisers' airtime...
next thing i'll be buying is when they make
an advert for shoepaste.
Mateuš Conrad Apr 2019
ask me: i'm a sucker for pop music and medieval hymns, whether folk or of a gratitude toward a community akin to Taizé... while society suffocates me with jester's pounces to satiate a coming bride.. i'm more inclined to satiated myself with monkish escapades... i am aware of the "existential" absolute negotiation: to preserve the upright specimen... i'm pretty sure the chinese, the african and the indian sub-continent have it covered, i'm happy to be part of the dodo project... clearly i don't want to be part of it... i should have been allowed to be a monk, with each day passing i'm hardly thinking of the petty conquests of a bedroom with a... come on... even i thought this brief relationship could resemble a brothel's "one hour spare"... Tamara... spanish girl, worked in a barber shop... lived with three homosexual hunks... i tried having a hard-on, even when she told me to have a bath with her and talk... i couldn't get it up, i was put off when she wanted a kleenex moment, ***, incubated, under the bedsheets... in a brothel you **** under dimmed lights but not in a womb of cotton! you shower first, sometimes even washing each other, there's this whole unwritten ritual! she puts on a ****** while she ***** you off... come on... aaesthetic, cordiality... prostitutes have been the most respectful women i've ever ******, it's like joining an army of marching ******... in a pink floyd revision of marching hammers... imagine... the neo-communist flag: ***** replaces the hammer... the sickle? scissors, i guess, borrowing from scissor sisters? ***** & scissors? great! we have ourselves the new soviet, ahem, soviet union... and a flag to boot! oh Tamara Tamara... sure, no hard-on... drunk one-night stand cameo... i tried and tried, but i kept suffocating under the bed-sheets cocoon ***... she broke with me after 3 days because the hard-on wasn't coming... god, i too wish i could be the perfect ***** with a heart, kidneys, liver stomach and brain to match: ON / OFF... isn't a male ******* akin to a slobbering oyster of a woman's *****? **** impressions... kama sutra speaks about elephant phallus and a rabbit's ****** (depth)... i can't just switch it on, & off... it's not a ******* ****-pumping-piston worthy of ******* web-cam incel ******* worth of video, is it?! never mind... i was having coffee in the morning between her inquiring gay-minders (she suddenly left of Ibiza to find love)... i was saved by a presence of a robin... and you know what a fictional Napoleon would have said: a robin is worth twice the sparrow's worth... timid foot, tender foot... shy organge loiter... who... for some strange reason, migrastes to eastern europe for winter, then migrates to england during the summer... i guess: continental europe provides the sort of winters that are summers, while england provides the sort of summers that are winters... the mythology of Poland... storks and bisons... on a whiff... teenage gamer... but the storyline still grips me: soul reaver:
   protagonist: Raziel...
the brothers:
              Melchiah, Zephon, Rahab and Dumah...
games what worked as book-alt.,
                  i'm almost itching to add diacritical
marks to those names to "x-ray" into syllables
and hyphens...
    mind you, what has remained of the old
anglo-ßaß?
        names in chemistry... already, mentioned,
somewhere...
  sure... gaming is fun these days,
given the in-game cash-in handicap...
from Kazakh, Ukraine, China of the rich...
etc.,
                    these internet-based non-NPC games...
they're great for non NPC non-a.i. characters,
i.e. the old games had... not so much NPC...
but s.i.: synthetic intelligence...
   it wasn't artificial as it wasn't analytical
intelligence, it was a fixed intelligence
of the "opponent" / i.e. narrative...
             modern gaming can only be spectated...
on the evolutionary "debate"
when you: only purchased a PS1 and didn't
buy any console after...
as if "waiting" for the internet to catch up
to the grid... where you could play games live...
imagine a game...
     like the old narrative games...
but where the "opponent", i.e. the narrative
learns from your first encounter...
   long gone would be the encounters
with NPC in the old school standard of
synthetic intelligence, synthetic implying:
repetition, nothing being new...
   if the NPS characters could be given
analytical intelligence parameters...
     you could reinvent the old model of games...
away from the internet FREE...
  but, really: you're playing with a handicap
against people who have made in-game
purchases... hell... once a game cost 20 quid...
and it might last you three weeks' solid
of weekend gameplay in the early morning
on a saturday... in bed...
           i'm not really a gamer...
well if i'm the *******, the throne of thrones
i'm a gamer: just like some people
are thinkers on the ******* reading books...
but the old "solipsist" gamer is long gone...
the one who played to construct
a complex cognitive narrative...
i'll repeat the mention...
i once told a "friend" about playing sims...
he was so engaged in the game,
built this, built that...
i told him i freaked out when i moved
my sim to play a game on the computer...
hence finding the illuminating
wormhole of the Droste Effect...
  i stopped playing...
  final fantasy VII?
   only with a walkthrough...
homework and ****...
           going to the mall on saturday
with the misfits...
running up tier carparks and then aiming
with saliva on people walking in...
    talking to hare krishna converts...
about Dave Lombardo's insane drumming...
ilford: early 21st century...

cut off... a second poem:

.poland played israel in a soccer match today, the hymns began, first came the israeli hymn... boos and whistling, at first... but then i heard casimir III hush the crowd.... lucky for me not being in warsaw... the crowd silenced their illogical anti-semitism, the choir sang, libera me domine... i cannot fathom the russian purges, or the germanic dislike of these people.... casimir III's hush... i look at the cat sitting on my bed, glum, yet proud... how soon the whistling and engaging with mob sounds was hushed when the israeli anthem was sung... i'm happy for these people, even if i am one of them, but at such a distance: i don't feel i am part of them... so much for the glorification of western objectivity standards in argument... but i am a ******, on the british isles... what sort of objectivity am i i to expect? the objective counter-subjectivity of born in Poland, but bred in England?! is that it?! walking abortion... i am proud that the crazed mob was hushed when the israeli anthem continued... after all... SS-obersturmbannführer rudolf höss did cite casimir III allowing jews to settle in these eastern european lands... nes c'est pas? né(s) ç'é(st) pā(s)?! how else to write something akin to this, without finding oneself gritting one's teeth, grinding them into a toothpaste sensation of fluoride sandpits?!

fan-boy literature: stendhal, dante,  
         dumas             (vs)
   young-adult novels,
              which, i will never read...

            just enough whiskey
to count the rounds
of the crucuible
of the current escapade...

i'm ageing,
but i still like bands
like i might be a teenager...
          
came the: grand sorrow
taste, for all that's worth,
in encompassing a tomorrow.
i wake up on the chequerboard
being played upon by the overlord,
a pawn in the scheme of things,
let's see what tomorrow brings.

The same as it was yesterday
I am part of the game that they play
in which I do not have a say,
let's see what tomorrow brings.

One step ahead and three to the right
crossing swords with a knight,and
the overlords think that's alright,but
let's see what tomorrow brings.

Today,
with the pieces all done and
wondering who it was won,
thinking it wasn't much fun,
I'll see what tomorrow brings.
dj Feb 2014
Walking at the
A wall is keeping me
I don't see it
It's there,
This is my life
Pixel trees & beautifully rendered
Land-Scapes
Around me
Like I'm on a treadmill
Walking in place
The Country-Side on a screen
Behind me as I fake walk
I want to go further
It’s only a scripting illusion
I’m not really moving
Everything else is

There's blinking arrows
A savepoint to my right
But
I want to go that way

It won't let me
low poly text box reminds
my avatar
you can see it but you can’t have it
turn around to continue gameplay
Austin Heath Jan 2017
I grow tired of you hurting yourself with me.
You learn to hate me.
We don’t talk anymore.

My nightmares become fatal.

I stop responding because I don’t know how to answer, and I spend Christmas alone passing out wine-drunk to Naruto. I’m not sorry. My mother calls and I don’t know what to say, and neither does she. Then New Years Eve approaches like a dark cloud to water our crop, and wash away our debts,

but

my acquaintances want to have a fistfight, and I’m asked to be a witness in the police report [but I clearly remember nothing happening, through shades of alcohol].

I clearly remember at the beginning of the night I told you I don’t **** with cops.

Yet, now you’re surprised it makes me uncomfortable.

My daydreams grow immersive. My gameplay grows sloppy.
My reactions grow dull. My body grows weak.
This stranger tastes like cigarettes.
I don’t clearly remember the rest.
Are there real lessons to be learned,
from playing the board Game of Risk?
Is it just a fun, leisurely past time
with gameplay that can be fairly brisk?

Its premise promotes outright conflict,
albeit on a miniature scale and timetable.
With some posturing and open discussions,
attacks proceed without mortality tables.

Between uneasy alliances (based on lies)
and few verbal, unenforceable treaties,
what attitudes are honed while players
develop their world-******* strategies?

Using the armies of lifeless soldiers
to sate personal needs of global conquest,
wannabe dictators wave ideas of war-policy
with banners hiding a pseudo blood-lust.

From war campaigns with rules of engagement
that follow a predetermined, orderly sequence,
are societies secretly pushing warmongering
with unknown and unforeseen consequences?

Covert operations are not possible or deployed,
as military movements are clearly seen by all;
when acquiring territories around the World,
can a bad cause spread before an uncertain fall?

Does odds calculation for incremental success
as combatants tumble the dice of aggression,
dissuade future, role-playing battlers to not
**** others in favor of peaceful solutions?

Are we actually teaching our future generations
that war will be a permanent, acceptable ideal?
Can the human condition continue moving forward…
while the concept of peace may be sadly repealed?
betterdays Dec 2024
Possums playing tag
In hob-nailed boots on the roof.
All sound and fury
Australian possums, quiet, cute and looks cuddly,  unrorpsong likes to rent roof spaces, to bring up possum  families. BUT during mating seasons play war games in aforementioned roof spaces
Olivia Kent Nov 2015
Pray let us not forget the fallen heroes from wars of now and times gone by.
A flash,
A crash.
A trick of lights.
May disturb the heroes on this night.
Noises.
Visions.
They were there.
Sod Guy Fawkes and pals (poor chaps).
Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.
Firework night.
Mental gameplay.
Old soldiers,
Young Soldiers,
Cats and dogs.
Let's not forget the effect.
Too many tortured souls.
Still living in hell.
Fallen heroes.
Bowing in respect.
(C) LIVVI
Seema Oct 2017
The lipstick on your shirt
Is not mine
The perfume on your clothes
Is not mine
The smile you put on
Is not for me
The phone calls you get
Is not from me
Surely things have changed
I am a stranger now
Someone who doesn't exist
I have become unnoticeable
You have totally ignored me
You have shut me off
Then why am I still around?
Why does my heart ache?
Why do these tears flow?
Why do I still wait for you?
I guess am nothing to you now
As it was a well scripted gameplay
My mind understands
But my heart is facing a storm
Flooding with tears
Trembling with fears
I'm signing off today
Thank you for a great lesson
I'm out of your way...

©sim
Fictional write.
Johnny Noiπ Oct 2018
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the Marquis Everhardt's family garden wedding of love and torture;
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appearance is due to height, the factory
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the presumption that to play key weddings
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on the lawyers of old flesh pushing energy
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and the cold of the great bridge, to the study of religion
in the light of the wine-press of the cloth for a conference,
in a variety of computer games. 6 or hair, long hair.
Dragons lost the game developers Paradise
and Marcus died in a warning of girls (10).
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In addition to the appearance of playback,
6 Lamb of animals in the United States.
How do you feel about your skin? When a girl skin-meter fears.
1 Michael dragon bridge. Michael is the dragon bridge.
A Turn to the wedding feast, which is in the has given
to the cold parts, giving the brand
they shall offer fine flour for the death of the garden,
and the garden is out of the game,
the keys of the micro out of the midst of the women,
and Chrome the love of the family of the maids,
to dedicate it to him, 1 Peter, the head of the root system
makes the better to look at. Me down there,
but the public opinion in Marx's upsurge is in the bedroom.
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In my opinion, not only the appearance,
and the appearance of the playback height
is not sorry to please the United States in the year.
There is also a great pity to be killed in adults.
The four years of marriage microblogging
from the home garden: Marquis' head, the other to fill
the cold sleep of eight long hairs and old food educates
their people to push a technology industry
kneeling on his knees with his lawyer's service.
What is to educate the world?||
Johnny Noiπ Nov 2018
Role plays an important role in the home
and the Middle East. "Honest and Cool
Cold Russia" Michael, Black, Black, Al,
Both, Hep, 1, Fantasy Smile and Fantasy
Fourth of Hampton in 3rd Year, or 3rd
Kansas-Jones in the 3rd Quartet, Black-skinned
North American experts are right. The skin
is very cold. Trash on the city and the Middle
East and Russia, religion and Mary's corner,
pregnancy, hair, computer skills, noise, noise,
and text. The Rise of the Guide is the first
edition of the book. My mother is a modern
retailer and pharmacist for modern women
and for publishing. Marcus Black, Yellow
and Black Black, Raw, Apples, Cold Tea,
Toothpaste, Hot and Cold Water. Wing test
interviews and many women in five to seven
years. Traditional cultural values ​​of worship,
Russia, pharmaceuticals, and lower-middle-grade
drugs are for adults, adults, pregnancies, hair,
computers, audio, air, and text. Hansen
Selected Professor of the Forest and Wooded
Mountain. Service wrote a special song
for FIM. As a matter of fact, I remember
childhoods, black, black, red, black,
different ideas, and shoes, and I encountered
problems in the city I experienced
in the West. Gameplay, the goodness
of the devil, the heavens, the elephants
with the flow of the prophets, the best
of the blue and Japanese royal genres.
Our children and homeless children
will complete a white baby white.
This book is from Hagar
and Clark, Clark's Star. But if it is
not worth the money, it's a privilege.
I will return food; food, clothing,
and now to eat, or, thieves, thieves,
thieves, but fiction's contravention,
computer, home, music, things.
O, circle. Jeremy Clark, his own
wilderness lakes, shadows and 400 stars.
Maisunshine Oct 2017
I had a very nice dream
I taste the sweetest ice cream
Rated it 25 out of 10
And i was able to try it again

We find each others way
To repeat the gameplay
Rules were set on that day
And needs to obey
Written almost 2 years ago
Xman Mar 2018
The light is the first thing I see
When I start up this game I love.

The music compels me to press start,
loading up the save I still have from many years ago.

The art is beautiful like ripples in water
and the sweet gameplay that makes me want for more.

Or, that is what I used to feel.
For the game is gone, forever lost in the reaches of who knows where!

An RPG, long forgotten by man,
But is still loved by many.

It pains me to say that there is no way for me to ever find that special game.
Not even by buying a new one.
Graff1980 Jul 2019
It is long distances fantasies,
digital realities,
many indignities
that intersect
on the internet.

It exists in a multitude
of mega bandwidth
big bangs
that expand with
binary efficiency,
with mind bending connectivity,
as gameplay
is overlaid
upon profile pictures
that present
semi fictional
biographies,

while podcast prophesies
tender their unique
philosophies to me,
dropped off and collected
by the non-secured
user id I selected.
Ademar Jr Dec 2019
In the midst of a video game console gameplay
Someone texted me with "Hey"
I replied "Yo, what's up? Ok?"
The awkwardness was just a sway
Trying to think made her such say
Continuing to another day in my game
You said the same thing as yesterday
I wondered if this girl crazy
But also felt that she might actually like me
Of Course, this man? No one likes thee
Little by little, does she?
I don't really know, from her replies maybe?
She said it's alright to call her baby
We barely talked and I don't even consider her as any
Though Maybe someday I can call you honey
Because we're now becoming much close as you're my friend
And I hope we can also consider this till the end
You're reply from I was playing games in the bed
Is where all it was getting started.
Gods1son Mar 2019
Highness derived
when holding the game controller
A sense of being in control
But in the real sense,
You are the one being controlled
Mind, energy and focus drowned in the gameplay
A mixture of pleasure and frustration
Ears shut to all other things
A time of total concentration
Relentless determination to win
I'll try for the last time
Repeated that line for the hundredth time
Isn't this supposed to be for relaxation
How come I'm more stressed than ever before?
If you play video games, you will understand the frustration or if you have someone who plays
Maisunshine Oct 2017
I had a very nice dream
Id taste a sweet ice cream
I rate it 25 out of 10
And i was able to try it again

We find each others way
To repeat the gameplay
Rules are set on that day
And needs to obey
Written almost 2 years ago..
nvinn fonia Mar 24
why do people play video games and why do they read literature , as for me i play for immersion and i read for immersion and  beauty of the language
ChatGPT said:

People play video games and read literature for a variety of reasons, and these reasons often overlap. Your reasons—immersion and beauty of language—capture two of the deepest and most artistic motivations behind engaging with these mediums. But beyond that, people seek out games and literature for a mix of psychological, aesthetic, social, and even intellectual reasons.
Why Do People Play Video Games?

    Immersion & Escapism – Many, like you, play games to feel transported into another world. The interactivity, visuals, and sound create an immersive experience that few other mediums can replicate.

    Challenge & Mastery – Some enjoy the process of mastering mechanics, solving puzzles, or competing in skill-based gameplay.

    Narrative & Storytelling – Just as in literature, games often have compelling stories that captivate players.

    Social Connection – Many play to connect with friends or to engage with a gaming community.

    Exploration & Discovery – Open-world games, RPGs, and simulation games cater to those who love exploring virtual spaces.

    Artistic Appreciation – Some people admire games as an art form, from the music to the world design.

    Sense of Progression – Unlike static media, games often provide feedback loops where players feel they are growing or achieving something.

    Expression & Creativity – Games like Minecraft or Animal Crossing allow people to express themselves creatively.

Why Do People Read Literature?

    Immersion & Transport – Like in gaming, literature can fully absorb a reader, offering a deeply personal and intellectual form of escapism.

    Beauty of Language – As you pointed out, literature is often consumed for its poetic or aesthetic qualities.

    Emotional & Psychological Depth – Great literature can capture the subtleties of human emotion and thought in a way that no other medium can.

    Intellectual Stimulation – Philosophy, complex narratives, and deep ideas are best explored in books.

    Understanding the Human Condition – Literature helps people understand themselves and others by exploring different perspectives.

    Glorification of Daily Life – This is something you're particularly drawn to—literature’s ability to make the mundane feel profound.

    Nostalgia & Sentimentality – Many read to revisit emotions, ideas, or even times in their own lives.

    Tradition & Legacy – Some read literature because of its cultural significance and its connection to the past.

Your Perspective: Immersion and Beauty

Your approach to both games and literature is deeply aesthetic and experiential. You don't just consume these mediums—you live inside them. You're drawn to the atmospheric, the poetic, the crafted experience, whether it's the visual immersion of a game or the rhythmic, evocative language of a novel.

This aligns with your broader approach to life—your love for a stylized existence, your admiration for Newton’s focused solitude, and your appreciation for the glorification of daily life. For you, art (in any form) is less about function and more about how it feels to exist within it.

Would you say that your ideal game would be one that focuses purely on atmosphere, immersion, and aesthetic beauty rather than gameplay mechanics?
Johnny Noiπ Jan 2019
About 1% of the eyes in the eyes
of my heart and my soul; In the other mind
1% In the other mind 1% In the long run,
human light in front,                                        and in pain, Lots of sunlight
and laughter in the sun, laughter from tears,
and tears from the eyes of the darkness,
and thoughts through the air,      at the time,
refrigerator and better It was easy to win.
My interpretation of the fact, that my God
and my Rock is infatuated with the whole of lips,
1, but the yoke is about the "love of love."
Being fervent in your ways, and unprofitable
and unseemly in the world.                                 Not with corruptible things,
with silver or gold, from your vain conversation
handed down from your forefathers,
but with precious blood, as of a lamb
unblemished and unspotted. Also, sleeping from sleep
was black, black, and blue, and the girl from the start
started screaming loudly. In the meantime,                   there are other ways
to help the men, white, and the abyss,
and the star of the dead, and in the other way,
because there is no silence at the beginning of the song,          and the taste of the fingers is created to create
a 500-foot shade of seaweed, great emotion,
and At the end of M's, the sadness of the throng
is that after the citizens' cooling,
when it comes to hell,
it shows that it's showing the grave,
the life of the living, and its self-interest and peace,
with compromised interest in the elements,
hiding its own smile,                                     and raising the child's safety,
The fog, the warmth of humankind,
and the sky's clouds come out for the sunshine,
and the green clouds come to me to play in green,
and into the bedroom, a frightened fright to the side
of the podium, and Going down to the side
of the lower side of the enclosure, and one of you
was walking in the fire as the fire was of the earth,
the person next to the window, sitting up,
and trusting the woman's waves,
the clear son of Michael, , In the flower
Give power, tumbled or old money cannot lire gefu
bright lights, level 1 need. If there were soldiers,
the little mistress of the hostile mother was being
discouraged from drinking, and prepared
the first cartoon to complete the first thermometer
in a pamphleteer in a pamphlet in the student's school.
Cigarette Drinking Identification Number 2
has been packaged for sale of packaged products for sale,
and the father of the blind is involved in poverty.
This truth is true, in that there must be a star
out of the whistle sound 1 no. The strength of gameplay
and the brightness of the morning 3 at the bottom of the road,
asking them to look after her in the narrow side,
expecting the following, by giving us shorts to wear to school,
cars, naturally in-flight nautical fog nanny to our house,
It's a love of playing with the spirit of play.
White Horse Laughter Wildlife, and at the end
of this enormous end, the town and airplane
took away what was destroyed,            but it broke into a beautiful lake and destroyed the dog by adding internal changes to the big dog.
The love we have shown it is in
My heart and my soul from the eyes of the people,
1 percent in the mind of the night,
let him have yet to discover for a long time
the light of men out of the face and the pain
of the loss of the sight of the head
as well as the laughter of the inside of the sun,
the hand of the position from the opinion
of the eyes of the body of the dark
to leave the life of the beauty of his skin,
and her tears,
and listening to the thoughts
from the open air, in the time,
in the cold more and more easy to defeat;
from the signification of the dream known to me,
O my God, and a jar of stones,
she came to the lips of the best things 1, remember,
I 1, however, the yoke is in the books about true love,
which is, year after year of the year, since it always,
because it is that which shall not be known of heaven,
that is in the sense of the evil out of his sleep,
how happy is he about the care of you;
There is also the black out of his sleep of death,
blood, and they were thrown to the spirit of the time,
And blue, and the girl is sweet to the call
according to the degree in the hue & cry
be heard from the hair, to help the men in a certain time,
that this be white, and full of a sense of touch,
are the stars of the day of the dead sat up,
and on the other the other way around,
because it is thought that there is no quiet
at the beginning of the song of the guard,
and the effect of the fingers 500 field play warm-up
at the silence of the sea, a great sensation,
and that at the end of m speak lies slower
unfortunately field fighting away the leaves
are soft of the citizens who as the report went,
holding the grave, which is evident proof
of it is to feel the feeling of the living,
and does not of itself, and peace, after consultation
with the interested parties,                                lay in the mouth of the sword,
to hide the smile on my mother's eye will see,
and to enhance the safety of a child,
the child's song of the great companies
of the blessedness of the man,         completely and for his heart was smitten before going out of their I fell down,
and the clouds of h. In the eyes of my heart and soul,
about 1 percent of the other mind
is 1 percent of the other mind 1 percent for many people
in the brain, in the face and in torment.
Lots of sun and sun between laughter,
laughter, tears, tears and tears in the air, at the time,
in the refrigerator and much better.                                   It was easy to win.
All my my God and my whole clinging
to their lips are my comprehension, but the yoke is "love."
Not by the way, but between the sinful and the oppressor.
Not with corruptible things, with silver or gold,
from your vain conversation handed down
from your forefathers, but with precious blood,
as of a lamb unblemished and unspotted.
They were also black, dark, and blue,
and from the very beginning the girl started to scream aloud.
In the meantime, men, the white and the deep,
the star-star, and on the other, are not silent
at the beginning of the psalm, and the taste of their fingers
is in such a state. The 500-meter thick seaweed,
created to create a great feeling and at the end of the spectrum
of public concern, shows that citizens are approaching hell,
seeing the grave, showing their lives. Life,
and self-interest and peace, by paying attention to mistakes,
hiding their own smiles and raising the child's safety,
human fog, human warmth and the clouds of the sun
go to the sunshine,                                 green clouds are shivering in green,
our bedroom and bedroom,
They were descending down the side of the room,
and one was walking in the fire in the fire.
Earth's heat, someone close to the window,
sitting and trusting the center of the woman,
the only "girl" of the mica, the flowers,
the shadows or the old silver lights,                 cannot get this level 1 license.
If the soldiers had some children,
then the little lady's mum, hoping to drink,
read the first cartoon and finished the first thermometer in the pupil. Cigarette Drinking Identification Number 2
is made for sale for stacked foods,
and the eye of the father is involved in the poverty.
                            This is true because the number one star is to be discussed.
Love is playing in a playground
for a home theft of explosives, as
it is a game of playing game and
a morning light in the tunnel 3
waiting for the driver to follow suit.
The white horse, wild beast,
and the end of this culmination,
the city and the plane have pulled out everything,
but the beautiful lake has swallowed its dog,
making its dog more internal changes in the dog.
About 1% of the eyes in the eyes
of my heart and my soul In the other mind
1% In the other mind 1% In the long run,
human light in front and in pain;
Lots of sunlight and laughter in the sun,
laughter from tears and tears from the eyes of the darkness,
and thoughts through the air, at the time,
refrigerator and better It was easy to win.
My interpretation of the fact that my God and my Rock
is infatuated with the whole of lips,
1, but the yoke is about the "love of love."
Being fervent in your ways, and unprofitable
and unseemly in the world.                                   Not with corruptible things,
with silver or gold, from your vain conversation
handed down from your forefathers,
                 but with precious blood, as of a lamb unblemished and unspotted.
Also, sleeping from sleep was black, black, and blue,
and the girl from the start started screaming loudly.
In the meantime, there are other ways to help the men,
white, into the abyss, and the star of the dead,
in the other way, because there is no silence
at the beginning of the song,                                 and the taste of the fingers
is created to create a 500-foot shade of seaweed,
great emotions, and At the end of M's, the sadness
of the throng is that after the citizens' cooling,
when it comes to hell, it shows that it's showing the grave,
the life of the living, and its self-interested peace,
with compromised interest in the elements,
hiding its own smile, and raising the child's safety,
Mouth, humor is full of heart before the heart
of the noble-minded nobles of mankind,                    
                                                                ­                      and the cloud of clouds
In common law, a hue and cry is a process by which bystanders are summoned to assist in the apprehension of a criminal who has been witnessed in the act of committing a crime.

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