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"judaism" poems
i've moved past my belief in the Christian trinity... for me... the meditation stands on the pivot of the following translation the hexagon, start of david - which translates as the Holy Ghost - which denotes a congregation... the pentagon? of the befitting analogy to the five senses... the "son of man" - or simply... the myopia of man having to excavate the sixth sense using telescopes, microscopes, the like... and, finally? on a hand of five extensions, there are four... the square...   Y                    H             ⠁⠑                     read clockwise                                       like English traffic H                     W            on a roundabout. which? denotes the father...     if the Hebrews "think" they can hide their vowels?    the Latin answer is...    to interpolate Braille into their language...        and Emperor Nero would have appreciated it... whether with, or without the Byzantine propaganda machinery of the nevus testamentum... and it wasn't a propagandist piece?     how much longer did the eastern Empire, outlive the Western empire, when the onslaught by the Ottoman's reached                   Constantinople?! the Greek were craving a cultural revival!         they believed the Romans to have origins in Troy! they plaid the weakest cultural card of Judaism, revamping it into Christianity... hell... that's what i believe... and i'm not about to meet a Jehovah's Witness propagandist, or some aged Pakistani citing the Quran on a park bench...   or some Scientologist on Oxford St. with his wacky machine...   or some pseudo Hare Krishna monk with a book about some guru, pushing it like marijuana...    to change my mind on what i'm digesting! plus?   ⠽                   ⠓               Æ                  ( read anti-clockwise)                                             ⠓                    ⠺ fits in perfectly into the Adam and Eve narrative - as with all mythology - given the extent of time...     nuance, metaphor... abbreviation...                    ars poetica!
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Aug 19, 2018
Aug 19, 2018 at 8:32 PM UTC
Y⠁HW⠑H
i've moved past my belief in the Christian trinity... for me... the meditation stands on the pivot of the following translation the hexagon, start of david - which translates as the Holy Ghost - which denotes a congregation... the pentagon? of the befitting analogy to the five senses... the "son of man" - or simply... the myopia of man having to excavate the sixth sense using telescopes, microscopes, the like... and, finally? on a hand of five extensions, there are four... the square...   Y                    H             ⠁⠑                     read clockwise                                       like English traffic H                     W            on a roundabout. which? denotes the father...     if the Hebrews "think" they can hide their vowels?    the Latin answer is...    to interpolate Braille into their language...        and Emperor Nero would have appreciated it... whether with, or without the Byzantine propaganda machinery of the nevus testamentum... and it wasn't a propagandist piece?     how much longer did the eastern Empire, outlive the Western empire, when the onslaught by the Ottoman's reached                   Constantinople?! the Greek were craving a cultural revival!         they believed the Romans to have origins in Troy! they plaid the weakest cultural card of Judaism, revamping it into Christianity... hell... that's what i believe... and i'm not about to meet a Jehovah's Witness propagandist, or some aged Pakistani citing the Quran on a park bench...   or some Scientologist on Oxford St. with his wacky machine...   or some pseudo Hare Krishna monk with a book about some guru, pushing it like marijuana...    to change my mind on what i'm digesting! plus?   ⠽                   ⠓               Æ                  ( read anti-clockwise)                                             ⠓                    ⠺ fits in perfectly into the Adam and Eve narrative - as with all mythology - given the extent of time...     nuance, metaphor... abbreviation...                    ars poetica!
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Hypocracy Mandatory. Gullibility Mandatory. Insensitivity Mandatory. Obesity Mandatory. Immaturity Mandatory. Childishness Mandatory. Monarchy Mandatory. Capitalism Mandatory. Conservatism Mandatory. Terrorism Mandatory. Corruption Mandatory. Incompetence Mandatory. Socialism Mandatory. Dictatorship Mandatory. Militarism Mandatory. Liberalism Mandatory. Bhuddism Mandatory. Islam Mandatory. Christianity Mandatory. Judaism Mandatory. Hinduism Mandatory. Vedism Mandatory. Hatred Mandatory. Anarchy Mandatory. Jealousy Mandatory. Nationalism Mandatory. Fascism Mandatory. Racism Mandatory. Lies Mandatory. Hypocracy Mandatory. Obesity Mandatory. Heart Disease Mandatory. Cancer Mandatory. Idiocy Mandatory. Eco-Nazism Mandatory. All of us Humans. Of all Five Colours. Wherever we be. Whatever we do. However we "see" ourselves. What do we call ourselves now?. How about shallow nitpickers?. Or celebrity obsessed morons?. Or religious hypocrits?. Or Democrats?. Or Socialists?. Or Revolutionaries. Or just plain "nice folks"?. Or supporters of oligarchy  policies?. Or immature backpackers?. Or government assassins of integrity?. Or juicy *********** Or swift tongued ******** ticklers?. no matter how many lie dead or injured as a result of our obfuscation and avoidance. As if poets have the explanation to life except in strings of meaningless associated but fine sounding words. When "poets" are the voluntary slaves of Mind and Conditioned Identity.. As if poets had the ***** to go beyond all these things. As if . Scrape the Moons suface and you will find a delicate Castello Blue Cream Cheese.
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Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 4:49 PM UTC
Title Optional
Hypocracy Mandatory. Gullibility Mandatory. Insensitivity Mandatory. Obesity Mandatory. Immaturity Mandatory. Childishness Mandatory. Monarchy Mandatory. Capitalism Mandatory. Conservatism Mandatory. Terrorism Mandatory. Corruption Mandatory. Incompetence Mandatory. Socialism Mandatory. Dictatorship Mandatory. Militarism Mandatory. Liberalism Mandatory. Bhuddism Mandatory. Islam Mandatory. Christianity Mandatory. Judaism Mandatory. Hinduism Mandatory. Vedism Mandatory. Hatred Mandatory. Anarchy Mandatory. Jealousy Mandatory. Nationalism Mandatory. Fascism Mandatory. Racism Mandatory. Lies Mandatory. Hypocracy Mandatory. Obesity Mandatory. Heart Disease Mandatory. Cancer Mandatory. Idiocy Mandatory. Eco-Nazism Mandatory. All of us Humans. Of all Five Colours. Wherever we be. Whatever we do. However we "see" ourselves. What do we call ourselves now?. How about shallow nitpickers?. Or celebrity obsessed morons?. Or religious hypocrits?. Or Democrats?. Or Socialists?. Or Revolutionaries. Or just plain "nice folks"?. Or supporters of oligarchy  policies?. Or immature backpackers?. Or government assassins of integrity?. Or juicy *********** Or swift tongued ******** ticklers?. no matter how many lie dead or injured as a result of our obfuscation and avoidance. As if poets have the explanation to life except in strings of meaningless associated but fine sounding words. When "poets" are the voluntary slaves of Mind and Conditioned Identity.. As if poets had the ***** to go beyond all these things. As if . Scrape the Moons suface and you will find a delicate Castello Blue Cream Cheese.
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We give expensive gifts to our children on Birthdays, Achievements, Marriages, Adulthood (21 years), and on and on. Have we ever given them? The Quran-Islam The Bible-Christians The Bhagavad Gita-Hinduism The Tohra-Judaism Guru Granth Sahib-Sikhism Kojik-Shinto, Avesta-Zeroastranism. In today's world of chaos our children need them. If learning is important why not between the pages of the holy books. Let's make our holy books as important as our mobiles.
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Jul 30, 2018
Jul 30, 2018 at 6:47 AM UTC
A Point To Note
if you drill down, past the hair, flesh and bone. into my mind where the ego and id  reside. then turn to the left, and follow the i.q. down the alley, you will find a place. where on thrones of cogitating thoughts, king big questions asked, reigns in conjunction, with, queen yet unanswered. they watch with interest benign, over a field of  an eternal tourney, split roughly down the middle by a chasm quite wide. on one side of the gorge is arrayed, the banners of philosophy. at the vanguard, the epistemological knights; plato, descartes, ferrier, kant, hume,spinoza and bosanquet. the major forces ride beneath the banners, of their schools of thought. followed by the lesser lights, and those, obscure or forgotten, who walk at the rear,carrying the gear and to set the tent poles. as to the other side, that is given to, the seminaries of religion; bhuddism, taoism, islam, hindu, juche, rastafarian, sikh, diasporic, parsis, tenrikyo, judaism and christianity with all its clans. they array themselves in cadres, according to belief. and to the rear, there rides, an interesting guerilla band, of intertestemantals, about 3 or 4 hundred years wide. these are the few who are  accounted for, when god spoke nothing, or perhaps a lot but the message just got lost. they number in their disparate clan, alexander the great, ptolemy, the hellanic masses, seluecids, maccabeans, hasmoeans and pompey the great, not all, but the noteworthy. across the divide, by arrowing thought were fought rallies of acumen and battles of wit and occasionally, a persipacious fire was lit. but there is one more player, to mention. apathy, the great hulking ****** who for want of gumption, and get up and go, sat crouched, (quite uncomfortably so) on a spire. made of mediocracy, cemented by woe, in the iddle of the rifted abyss. unable to decide with which team to go.
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Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 5:37 PM UTC
the tourney
if you drill down, past the hair, flesh and bone. into my mind where the ego and id  reside. then turn to the left, and follow the i.q. down the alley, you will find a place. where on thrones of cogitating thoughts, king big questions asked, reigns in conjunction, with, queen yet unanswered. they watch with interest benign, over a field of  an eternal tourney, split roughly down the middle by a chasm quite wide. on one side of the gorge is arrayed, the banners of philosophy. at the vanguard, the epistemological knights; plato, descartes, ferrier, kant, hume,spinoza and bosanquet. the major forces ride beneath the banners, of their schools of thought. followed by the lesser lights, and those, obscure or forgotten, who walk at the rear,carrying the gear and to set the tent poles. as to the other side, that is given to, the seminaries of religion; bhuddism, taoism, islam, hindu, juche, rastafarian, sikh, diasporic, parsis, tenrikyo, judaism and christianity with all its clans. they array themselves in cadres, according to belief. and to the rear, there rides, an interesting guerilla band, of intertestemantals, about 3 or 4 hundred years wide. these are the few who are  accounted for, when god spoke nothing, or perhaps a lot but the message just got lost. they number in their disparate clan, alexander the great, ptolemy, the hellanic masses, seluecids, maccabeans, hasmoeans and pompey the great, not all, but the noteworthy. across the divide, by arrowing thought were fought rallies of acumen and battles of wit and occasionally, a persipacious fire was lit. but there is one more player, to mention. apathy, the great hulking ****** who for want of gumption, and get up and go, sat crouched, (quite uncomfortably so) on a spire. made of mediocracy, cemented by woe, in the iddle of the rifted abyss. unable to decide with which team to go.
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Pollution of the mind is real. Our minds are cluttered with uselessness. Stories on the street repeated mindlessly. Words describe men and women as animals. We insult the person and demean the animal. We are no longer part of nature, unnatural we are. People are dumb as a donkey, wise as an owl. If a woman disagrees she is a ***** fights, a cat, she is. To be a good mother you have to be a hen. A man is built like a horse he is part of a stable. In times of slavery Black people were animal, soulless. Confusion between humans and animals caused by disconnection. Religions and Politics in ****** use rats to justify: hatred. Jews are told they are pigs, and drink blood. Blood and Pigs are forbidden in Judaism. Culturally socially we repeat mindlessly: slander. Our connection to the earth and animal is lost so is our humanity. Pollution of the earth causes pollution of the mind. The earth cleanses itself by fire and ice. The mind can also: freeze out these concepts these fallacies. Burn the words that are defamation and abomination. Do; yes do this to avoid the fires of hell. Soon, hell will freeze over and become heaven.
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Apr 15, 2013
Apr 15, 2013 at 2:31 PM UTC
POLLUTION OF THE MIND
the Hebrews call the Greek myth of Icarus by name: Lucifer - i know man is prone to plagiarism, esp. in the religious realm, the easier the plagiarism the easier the governing of men - for indeed the Hebrews claimed Icarus prior to the Greeks, the former with Lucifer and the latter with Icarus - but how i loathe peasants claiming medicinal endeavours of knowing only the spotlight cursors to curate and environmental care of origin of such negated ease, they have no knowledge and no power, their interests in the subject matter would never encourage them to run a marathon for accumulating funds for a cancer charity - one word answer? ***** they're basically ***** should have engaged in a family life before you blamed me m.d.! take your regressive anger and shove it up your little bee magnet **** to take a **** like extracting honey - now i'm ****** but look where i'm writing it: on a colour of defeat - militant heaven of the archangel Michael sword in hand and Satan defeated waggling a tongue - isn't that importune to speak of the current times with the defence of a freedom of speech subdued by a fear of insult demanding? monotheism did as much good as it shouldn't have - and did as much evil as it should have - and did, crafting the strict labouring of judaism's orthodoxy - so for each niqab there came the madness of a jewish girl's care for wig - translated into christianity as the donning of wigs in the 18th century, and the 17th - bypass the concerns of monotheists and you came across cuisine freedoms of mandarin, and the colour backlash sprinkling to a billionth birth, a land where the homeless have a mother kamadhenu - and celebrate Holi for chance of extracted mundane hue of man polarised with fluorescent ivy and x-rayed orange... or that's how the thing was said.
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Apr 16, 2016
Apr 16, 2016 at 9:25 PM UTC
the Hebrew Icarus
the Hebrews call the Greek myth of Icarus by name: Lucifer - i know man is prone to plagiarism, esp. in the religious realm, the easier the plagiarism the easier the governing of men - for indeed the Hebrews claimed Icarus prior to the Greeks, the former with Lucifer and the latter with Icarus - but how i loathe peasants claiming medicinal endeavours of knowing only the spotlight cursors to curate and environmental care of origin of such negated ease, they have no knowledge and no power, their interests in the subject matter would never encourage them to run a marathon for accumulating funds for a cancer charity - one word answer? ***** they're basically ***** should have engaged in a family life before you blamed me m.d.! take your regressive anger and shove it up your little bee magnet **** to take a **** like extracting honey - now i'm ****** but look where i'm writing it: on a colour of defeat - militant heaven of the archangel Michael sword in hand and Satan defeated waggling a tongue - isn't that importune to speak of the current times with the defence of a freedom of speech subdued by a fear of insult demanding? monotheism did as much good as it shouldn't have - and did as much evil as it should have - and did, crafting the strict labouring of judaism's orthodoxy - so for each niqab there came the madness of a jewish girl's care for wig - translated into christianity as the donning of wigs in the 18th century, and the 17th - bypass the concerns of monotheists and you came across cuisine freedoms of mandarin, and the colour backlash sprinkling to a billionth birth, a land where the homeless have a mother kamadhenu - and celebrate Holi for chance of extracted mundane hue of man polarised with fluorescent ivy and x-rayed orange... or that's how the thing was said.
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a polish pork head terrine? my ******* god... how can the jews and the muslims take to culinary criticism of their own, respective gods? ever watch the t.v. show billions? where they're having breadcrumbs fried pork ears?    last time i heard...    the best pork is encapsulated within the pig cranium.... all that excess cartilage?    yummy finger licking good... seems funny though... it's not exactly discussing bone marrow... it's pork head...    all that excess cartilage...     and mingled with sweet & sour gherkins... just my idea of Anastasia... a porky's head... chicken hearts / chicken livers....       raw Baltic herrings? who the, **** needs to glorify american hamburgers...    if not some jerking-off megalomaniac?                      you eat, what is given, you don't ask for nuances, you don't make excuses... you eat what is on the plate.. you **** the omnivore "gimmick"...     pork head flesh, meat mixed with cartilage?               tasty as ****           so why would islam or the partial strand of judaism    be so critical concerning the most economic carnivore animal being       farmed, herded, industrialised? the monotheistic celebration of god... within the confines of a criticism, so trivial would make a god laugh... it would appear the dogma was written as a joke... earthquake and hurricane are o.k., but pork? the ******* bubonic plague!      i love how "god" is celebrated, but at the same time, kept under a critical acclaim of having one of his creations, namely pork...    given a punching bag status of criticism... since, what is so ******* pristine, and spectacular, about chicken, lamb or beef meat?    according to islam... mad cow disease never happened.
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Aug 8, 2018
Aug 8, 2018 at 9:19 PM UTC
pork head terrine (herrmetzger)
a polish pork head terrine? my ******* god... how can the jews and the muslims take to culinary criticism of their own, respective gods? ever watch the t.v. show billions? where they're having breadcrumbs fried pork ears?    last time i heard...    the best pork is encapsulated within the pig cranium.... all that excess cartilage?    yummy finger licking good... seems funny though... it's not exactly discussing bone marrow... it's pork head...    all that excess cartilage...     and mingled with sweet & sour gherkins... just my idea of Anastasia... a porky's head... chicken hearts / chicken livers....       raw Baltic herrings? who the, **** needs to glorify american hamburgers...    if not some jerking-off megalomaniac?                      you eat, what is given, you don't ask for nuances, you don't make excuses... you eat what is on the plate.. you **** the omnivore "gimmick"...     pork head flesh, meat mixed with cartilage?               tasty as ****           so why would islam or the partial strand of judaism    be so critical concerning the most economic carnivore animal being       farmed, herded, industrialised? the monotheistic celebration of god... within the confines of a criticism, so trivial would make a god laugh... it would appear the dogma was written as a joke... earthquake and hurricane are o.k., but pork? the ******* bubonic plague!      i love how "god" is celebrated, but at the same time, kept under a critical acclaim of having one of his creations, namely pork...    given a punching bag status of criticism... since, what is so ******* pristine, and spectacular, about chicken, lamb or beef meat?    according to islam... mad cow disease never happened.
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Culture is sometimes just a way of showing who the person truly are. A country’s culture shapes everyone’s life that lives the that area. The ways that trading has affected culture is extraordinary. It changed the way we look at each religion and ideas all over the world. Trading helps a country’s culture because it spreads to grow a culture, makes other people see and understand the other cultures, and opens up new ideas. Without trade life would be different. Trading made the whole world be able to expand to new regions and eventually get along with one another. The native americans hating the fact that Europeans moved into their land and took over everything. Eventually, they began to get use to each other. It took time, but eventually they got the hang of it. It made the world be able to expand to new regions while being able to get along and not **** each other. Honestly, without trade the world would be less diverse and not able to be joined into one. Trading could help make the countries understand that they are different and that the world is better if they are different from each other. Take religion for an example, without the trading and exploring there would only be one specific religion for an area. That could be good, but it could also be very bad. Country leaders controlled their country by the religion a lot of times. England use to be only Catholic, so when they made colonies in America they ended up to be Catholic as well. The natives had their own beliefs and the English decided to come and try to control them. Well, that didn’t go too well for them. It caused a lot of fights between the groups. Now that the countries have traded, it opens up a whole new thought process to the different religions. It made you understand why the people believe what they do. Opening new religions is just a part of trade. Countries over the years have been introduced to religions such as; Judaism, Islam, Christianity, Buddhism, and Catholicism. Not only that, but look at the way traditions have changed. Christmas is a celebration that is celebrated in America by different religious and non-religious groups. Christianity and Catholicism believe baby Jesus was born on Christmas, but some people celebrate Christmas for the fun of it. Some people don’t even celebrate Christmas. A couple celebrate Hanukkah. So, trade made America more diverse. Trading could corrupt a culture, but it helps it a lot more. Spreading of religions helps countries be diverse in new ways. Without religion some people would be lost or stuck in a place where they were forced to think a certain way. Many countries had a lot of arguments because they didn’t understand each other properly. Without understanding someone, it would be bad and end in an argument. It gives knowledge about the traditions that have been spread throughout the whole world. Christmas wouldn’t be here and neither would any of the other holidays. So, trading has helped the culture of every country become better. Trading is a big part of a country’s culture, without it the world would be different. It helps in so many ways and no one really knows it. Times people don’t even appreciate what is given to them. Trading helps a country’s culture because it spreads culture to make it grow, makes people see different points of view, and opens up ideas. In order for you to prove this, look up information in a history book or look at America today.
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Jul 18, 2019
Jul 18, 2019 at 8:10 PM UTC
Did we pollute the World?
Culture is sometimes just a way of showing who the person truly are. A country’s culture shapes everyone’s life that lives the that area. The ways that trading has affected culture is extraordinary. It changed the way we look at each religion and ideas all over the world. Trading helps a country’s culture because it spreads to grow a culture, makes other people see and understand the other cultures, and opens up new ideas. Without trade life would be different. Trading made the whole world be able to expand to new regions and eventually get along with one another. The native americans hating the fact that Europeans moved into their land and took over everything. Eventually, they began to get use to each other. It took time, but eventually they got the hang of it. It made the world be able to expand to new regions while being able to get along and not **** each other. Honestly, without trade the world would be less diverse and not able to be joined into one. Trading could help make the countries understand that they are different and that the world is better if they are different from each other. Take religion for an example, without the trading and exploring there would only be one specific religion for an area. That could be good, but it could also be very bad. Country leaders controlled their country by the religion a lot of times. England use to be only Catholic, so when they made colonies in America they ended up to be Catholic as well. The natives had their own beliefs and the English decided to come and try to control them. Well, that didn’t go too well for them. It caused a lot of fights between the groups. Now that the countries have traded, it opens up a whole new thought process to the different religions. It made you understand why the people believe what they do. Opening new religions is just a part of trade. Countries over the years have been introduced to religions such as; Judaism, Islam, Christianity, Buddhism, and Catholicism. Not only that, but look at the way traditions have changed. Christmas is a celebration that is celebrated in America by different religious and non-religious groups. Christianity and Catholicism believe baby Jesus was born on Christmas, but some people celebrate Christmas for the fun of it. Some people don’t even celebrate Christmas. A couple celebrate Hanukkah. So, trade made America more diverse. Trading could corrupt a culture, but it helps it a lot more. Spreading of religions helps countries be diverse in new ways. Without religion some people would be lost or stuck in a place where they were forced to think a certain way. Many countries had a lot of arguments because they didn’t understand each other properly. Without understanding someone, it would be bad and end in an argument. It gives knowledge about the traditions that have been spread throughout the whole world. Christmas wouldn’t be here and neither would any of the other holidays. So, trading has helped the culture of every country become better. Trading is a big part of a country’s culture, without it the world would be different. It helps in so many ways and no one really knows it. Times people don’t even appreciate what is given to them. Trading helps a country’s culture because it spreads culture to make it grow, makes people see different points of view, and opens up ideas. In order for you to prove this, look up information in a history book or look at America today.
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םתוח השׂטן‎ and i thought that ancient egyptian was retarted... looks like there's a contender! hebrew! this language doens't know left from right, or up from down... hebrew is, by html encoding... a dodo project! it's retarted! hebrew can't survive in the html age... it's retarudus proximus! oh, you think arabic is any better? don't think semites should be laughing at this point... trying to write hebrew script is like juggling pineapples... what does it say? the seal of satan... satan? well that implies guardian of the tetragrammaton... i still agree hebrew evolved from ancient egyptian script... but hebrew wasn't used in writing html or any other computing script... that's why it's so retarted when trying to write it in html mode... nope, can't convince me... you can't really write hebrew in html mode... i call this the extinction precipice... if this ****** is going to keep up its copernican acid tripping not knowing left from right... might as well leave it at the roman long-handshake... where hands don't actually touch, but hands touch nearing the elbow... namely forearm-grip. as the original stated: the smaller the audience: the greater span of historical worth, and desire to upkeep: that pangloss citation from voltaire's candide: better us tending to our own conerns, that bother ourselves with the concerns of others. oh, i know what a small audience implies... didn't christ have only the 12, didn't pythagoras only have the approx. 30? there's something quite telling about a small audience...          not exactly cultish...                   but something beyond the realm of influencing people within a single lifetime...                    take en sabah nur and his 4: oh come on... rewrite tolstoy's war & peace in a comic form:   just to ease the gates for poets, and leave barren, the boring narrator... let's keep it at just that: there's something telling about a small audience...           look at the 1 and the 12, and now look at the billionth marker -   funny, isn't it?                 what am i claiming though? ah, that's simple, that's a revival of "judaism" - i say "judaism" because i am the one ordained with neither prophecy or anything worth mastering:   i am the guardian of the tetragrammaton... and sure, the god within the confines of philosophy has to necessarily not exist... but?        well... you can't really evaporate the tetragrammaton out of existence!              whenever the right time comes, i loose the title: chief prosecutor, and become chief defendant.
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Jul 25, 2017
Jul 25, 2017 at 8:53 PM UTC
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םתוח השׂטן‎ and i thought that ancient egyptian was retarted... looks like there's a contender! hebrew! this language doens't know left from right, or up from down... hebrew is, by html encoding... a dodo project! it's retarted! hebrew can't survive in the html age... it's retarudus proximus! oh, you think arabic is any better? don't think semites should be laughing at this point... trying to write hebrew script is like juggling pineapples... what does it say? the seal of satan... satan? well that implies guardian of the tetragrammaton... i still agree hebrew evolved from ancient egyptian script... but hebrew wasn't used in writing html or any other computing script... that's why it's so retarted when trying to write it in html mode... nope, can't convince me... you can't really write hebrew in html mode... i call this the extinction precipice... if this ****** is going to keep up its copernican acid tripping not knowing left from right... might as well leave it at the roman long-handshake... where hands don't actually touch, but hands touch nearing the elbow... namely forearm-grip. as the original stated: the smaller the audience: the greater span of historical worth, and desire to upkeep: that pangloss citation from voltaire's candide: better us tending to our own conerns, that bother ourselves with the concerns of others. oh, i know what a small audience implies... didn't christ have only the 12, didn't pythagoras only have the approx. 30? there's something quite telling about a small audience...          not exactly cultish...                   but something beyond the realm of influencing people within a single lifetime...                    take en sabah nur and his 4: oh come on... rewrite tolstoy's war & peace in a comic form:   just to ease the gates for poets, and leave barren, the boring narrator... let's keep it at just that: there's something telling about a small audience...           look at the 1 and the 12, and now look at the billionth marker -   funny, isn't it?                 what am i claiming though? ah, that's simple, that's a revival of "judaism" - i say "judaism" because i am the one ordained with neither prophecy or anything worth mastering:   i am the guardian of the tetragrammaton... and sure, the god within the confines of philosophy has to necessarily not exist... but?        well... you can't really evaporate the tetragrammaton out of existence!              whenever the right time comes, i loose the title: chief prosecutor, and become chief defendant.
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God came one day to Abraham Saying Abe my son I have this plan See all these stars up in the sky To your kin folk I will give life So Abraham being a righteous man Had two sons all in Gods plan But being old he and his wife couldn't wait So he laid with a female slave Miracles from above Ishmael and Isaac grew up But a test came for his love God had asked for his trust Hagar was left behind As father and son travelled the dessert Where he had been called to testify How he could pioneer and turn to right Bring civilisation to God's light Now we all know the test was passed Or we wouldn't be here today Speaking of the saviours who brought us to God's way From Abraham came his sons The messengers forever honoured In Christianity, Judaism and Islam Jacob, Moses, Elijah and Jonah Zechariyah, John, Soloman and Noah From them came Jesus and Mohammed So we say peace be upon them all And peace be upon this world United we stand For our ancestors were one From the same blood we began For the same Lord we bow...
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Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 12:17 PM UTC
Religions of Abraham
“I love you.” he said, his voice raspy and emotional. “You..?” I asked softly, and he nodded yes, slowly. I kind of moved him away a bit - with a soft stiff-arm - to see him better in the limited light. He looked serious and a little flushed, as if feverish. I examined his face, looking for insincerity or jest but saw none. Perhaps this “love” could use some examination. “Would you convert to Judaism for me?” I asked He looked surprised and a little confused. “Are you Jewish?” He asked, hesitantly. “No.” I answered. He still looked confused.”I’d be proud to be Jewish,” I clarified. “or to have a Jewish boyfriend.” “Then.. why would I need to convert?” He asked, squinting with concentration. “We were examining your sumptuous commitment to love.” I said, “forgetaboutit.”
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Jun 6, 2022
Jun 6, 2022 at 12:40 PM UTC
I love you
I accept atheism, agnosticism, Transmigration, reincarnation, Obliteration and nothingness. These beliefs include all religions, Yes, Voodoo, Satanism, Witchcraft, Judaism, Christianity, Muslim, Hindu, Shintoism, and Buddhism (even Scientology). Some sects aren't polite. I won't mention the one that rhymes with: Vileness, truthless, bias, noxious, menace, Hubris, vicious, **** prejudice, malice, Callous, darkness, heinous, carcass or badness. I might lose my head, or something. But all the others, They're based on humanitarianism, And isn't that what it's all about? Us, Not them.
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May 14, 2016
May 14, 2016 at 3:07 PM UTC
Us, Not Them
My return trip, feels like a new beginning New sights and sounds, to rediscover. Judaism’s heart and soul lies within the city. Winding streets and twisting turns lead to the Kotel, the Holy of Holies. A religious center and my core. The cultural hub, tossed salad, or melting *** of the religious world. Burqas and Tallit, Tzitzis and Crosses, try, oh they try… to coexist.
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Aug 19, 2013
Aug 19, 2013 at 7:49 PM UTC
Mt. Scopus
When the crickets tweet, The rooster crows, the birds caw, the donkey brays, the men holler, my roommate snores like a steam engine, all before 4 am; I thank God for the wake up call. My day can begin that much earlier- with the sight of the sunrise the smell of the animals the touch of the grass the taste of the sea air and the sound of prayer. My six senses remind me once again Where I am and Why I am here. In the Holy Land to revel in Brotherhood, and Culture and Judaism
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Jul 7, 2013
Jul 7, 2013 at 11:59 AM UTC
Waking in Israel
I believe in the Western Wall, the rough stones that feel soft to the touch, and warm so many hearts, the vines that start at the top and fall into the cracks of the temple that once was whole. Starting in Pre- K, I learned all about the basics of the Jewish people; the history, the culture, and the religion. The idea of it all coming to life felt out of reach. Originally, I was going to have to wait until the summer of sophomore year to visit the land I have learned about for many years. Yet I was in eighth grade when I first visited Israel with my class. It wasn’t real to me until I boarded the El Al airplane that would bring me to the place that I had anticipated through pictures, descriptions, poems and ancestry. The trip moved fast; I constantly hiked and had fun with my classmates of nine years. The concluding days were where I would finally discover the answer to the most confusing part of Judaism to me—the Western Wall. As I stood in front of the wall like so many had done before me, my prior confusion about why so many people cared about a single wall vanished. All around me people were dancing and singing, and as I got closer to the wall they grew blurry in my vision and eventually vanished (just used “vanished”, maybe use a different word?). All I could see was the wall that stood so tall above me. For the first time, I had no questions. My tears answered them all. My teacher told me to choose just one rock to remember forever. They said to look at the wall standing in front of me and close my eyes. The rock you first see will be yours. My rock’s sides are straight but the middle looks like the thick white cream cheese craters of the moon. _ _ _ I cannot say that I fully grasped the meaning of the Western Wall until I returned for a second time this summer. As my feet guided me along steps I took just two years ago, I spotted the rock that was mine. As I looked into the crevasses, my mind drew a picture of my tears that came out just two years ago. I remembered the look in my face even though I could not see myself. I remember not being able to describe my cry and not being able to identify my tears from my friends’ that I embraced with. Our warm salty tears fell onto the limestone ground beneath our feet. At that moment, I realized we Jews have something strong that cannot break. We pour out our hearts onto paper and push the bits of our heart into the hands of our people. We trust those who stuck their prayers into the Wall, because we are all one people. We are the Western Wall. I believe in the Western Wall.
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Feb 25, 2012
Feb 25, 2012 at 8:29 PM UTC
Crevasses of Connection
I believe in the Western Wall, the rough stones that feel soft to the touch, and warm so many hearts, the vines that start at the top and fall into the cracks of the temple that once was whole. Starting in Pre- K, I learned all about the basics of the Jewish people; the history, the culture, and the religion. The idea of it all coming to life felt out of reach. Originally, I was going to have to wait until the summer of sophomore year to visit the land I have learned about for many years. Yet I was in eighth grade when I first visited Israel with my class. It wasn’t real to me until I boarded the El Al airplane that would bring me to the place that I had anticipated through pictures, descriptions, poems and ancestry. The trip moved fast; I constantly hiked and had fun with my classmates of nine years. The concluding days were where I would finally discover the answer to the most confusing part of Judaism to me—the Western Wall. As I stood in front of the wall like so many had done before me, my prior confusion about why so many people cared about a single wall vanished. All around me people were dancing and singing, and as I got closer to the wall they grew blurry in my vision and eventually vanished (just used “vanished”, maybe use a different word?). All I could see was the wall that stood so tall above me. For the first time, I had no questions. My tears answered them all. My teacher told me to choose just one rock to remember forever. They said to look at the wall standing in front of me and close my eyes. The rock you first see will be yours. My rock’s sides are straight but the middle looks like the thick white cream cheese craters of the moon. _ _ _ I cannot say that I fully grasped the meaning of the Western Wall until I returned for a second time this summer. As my feet guided me along steps I took just two years ago, I spotted the rock that was mine. As I looked into the crevasses, my mind drew a picture of my tears that came out just two years ago. I remembered the look in my face even though I could not see myself. I remember not being able to describe my cry and not being able to identify my tears from my friends’ that I embraced with. Our warm salty tears fell onto the limestone ground beneath our feet. At that moment, I realized we Jews have something strong that cannot break. We pour out our hearts onto paper and push the bits of our heart into the hands of our people. We trust those who stuck their prayers into the Wall, because we are all one people. We are the Western Wall. I believe in the Western Wall.
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You'd think Blake, Bosch & Emanuel Swedenborg read Pythagoras in the original & walked with Christ & Newton; E. A. Poe, the Horror-Poet; influencing the Decadence of Baudelaire, Wilde & Rimbaud;                   Pinkham Ryder's influence on Symbolism & Surrealism led, oddly, to 20th century pop culture depictions of Victorian monsters; Frankenstein was the product of the English Romantics; German Romanticism to Sturm & Drang led to Expressionism. Beardsley [dead at 25], Gustave Moreau, Van Gogh, Gauguin, Egon Schiele [dead at 28]; ||| - -| Klimt, Freud, Jung: Judaism; Id, Superego, Ego, Shadow, Anima & Animus, collective psyche, Nietzsche's Superman, eternal recurrence & will to power; Wagner's Ring Cycle...
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Jan 18, 2019
Jan 18, 2019 at 1:56 PM UTC
Victorian Monsters of Pop Culture
i meddled in egypt a third time, and all i said was... a. you ancestors will say the same thing i said, but unlike me your ancestors will say it unto you, directly; b. never meddle in the affairs of female genitalia of poetics of the burning bush / ***** c. you were given judaism, christianity, islam... instead you settled for mongol; d. begin to believe that riyadh is further east than expected, as is the warsaw pact closer to the west than the right blink of the eye of john paul ii, FOR, I, WOULD, REMAIN, ENTICED, BY, A, HOMELAND, I, RATHER, THAN, TAKE, OFFERS, OF, A, SAXON, TO, EMIGRATE, I’D, DRENCH, MY, HOMELAND, IN, BLOODED, NILE, TO, SEE, THE, WAKE, OF, MY, THOUGHT, ELSEWHERE, OTHER, THAN, THERE... HAR COO! JANISSARY OF VIENNA, signed the he of whom read the book above all other books, who wrote against the book poetry, who wept, who liberated the eye from the mind and endeared it with a heart, of the slave kept captive in solemnity for the once thought of encryption of the eunuchs, of those who read but dared not speak, who thus was made the claimant of the title: the bridge over the waters of Bosporus... that kindled the turkmen with the ottoman and the mamluk sheiks. indeed what pretty cauliflower for a daffodil in hymn... but lessened beauty if one should come untamed and hooded in footstep of being recognised - then the merchant’s (muhammad’s) price would be less than that of an antique dealer.
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Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 7:56 PM UTC
of egypt
the tetragrammaton for me is like the lament configuration, a puzzle box; it's a configuration, that, when used correctly, allows you to spew out words in great number. what mozart did to the operatic german tongue for the flutter of the tongue into the incomprehensible - indeed opera does that, to what could be understood in the ****** accentuation from region to region - of how the tongue is incomprehensible when by opera strained - indeed mozart did that to german as did handel to the english tongue, most notably with the opera messiah - and as i look at europe now, and the expulsion of jews from the continent, i can't see an elevation of culture, after all the muslims already sing beautifully the praises, so an opera using the koran would be impossible - but the name of god in islam can be easily sung... but the name of god in judaism can't be sung, it's supposed to move around the language censored, a bit like swear words in christianity, and yet the tetragrammaton always prompts me to think, the tetragrammaton in greek in this particular instance: ΔΞΜΞ / ΔΞΣΞ, it's the only way to translate from hebrew into latin into greek - a game of matchsticks. but also with the expulsion of the jews from europe, in england, currently, there's this growing policy to create ***** spaces where once debate could become fervent, impassioned (the attack on universities), which now incites a hope for an apathetic discourse without causing offence... this has happened in europe with the expulsion of the jews, and the mass invitation of muslims (indeed ***** changing rooms like the ones in shopping malls)... european culture can't really recover like this.
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Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 3:45 PM UTC
the adhan curse on european opera (ΔΞΜΞ / ΔΞΣΞ)
the tetragrammaton for me is like the lament configuration, a puzzle box; it's a configuration, that, when used correctly, allows you to spew out words in great number. what mozart did to the operatic german tongue for the flutter of the tongue into the incomprehensible - indeed opera does that, to what could be understood in the ****** accentuation from region to region - of how the tongue is incomprehensible when by opera strained - indeed mozart did that to german as did handel to the english tongue, most notably with the opera messiah - and as i look at europe now, and the expulsion of jews from the continent, i can't see an elevation of culture, after all the muslims already sing beautifully the praises, so an opera using the koran would be impossible - but the name of god in islam can be easily sung... but the name of god in judaism can't be sung, it's supposed to move around the language censored, a bit like swear words in christianity, and yet the tetragrammaton always prompts me to think, the tetragrammaton in greek in this particular instance: ΔΞΜΞ / ΔΞΣΞ, it's the only way to translate from hebrew into latin into greek - a game of matchsticks. but also with the expulsion of the jews from europe, in england, currently, there's this growing policy to create ***** spaces where once debate could become fervent, impassioned (the attack on universities), which now incites a hope for an apathetic discourse without causing offence... this has happened in europe with the expulsion of the jews, and the mass invitation of muslims (indeed ***** changing rooms like the ones in shopping malls)... european culture can't really recover like this.
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Throwback dissonance, results in future social dystopian conversations. Tormented lives swept under rugs, in between the cracks of floor boards. Dust and filth, years of names. All scratched into the bathroom stalls of so called neighborhood's, subordinates of time and "hush-hush" the city to the suburbanites. Shocking to them eating dinners still in the 1990's, fastened tight in seat belts of self esteem, MTV news and 50 inches of reality. You must be joking, not ever knowing, folly box dwellers, why they say all "white". The back doors were shut and locked when you looked left and double took right; as jokes from the safety of your water stained walls and cigarette burned carpets, to joke hatred like art and we must pretend not us though? Wall to wall, our prison starts here and ends in our front lawns as the country shouts "white man" and we must remain silent. My father's land, nearly 20 year cultural hiatus that split our family in two, came back from time, in a paperclip, over the wall, east to the west side of Berlin and delivered in a rebel DeLorean with bumper stickers of second amendment speeches and pro-life Bible out of contextual arguments. These retrospects, taking advantage of sales on tiki torches while stealing phrases from my great grandfather class of 1933. And the whole country shouts "white man". No, my country, not white men. In skin yes, in history, no. They were never men. Never did my father speak of men. I heard the gang rapes of Gypsy's. Stories of slain Catholics. Murders of homosexuals, The bones crushed of opposing parties. The staple mascot of pain, Judaism extermination that swept through culture like a bad advertisement tune. Gassed. Tortured. Worked. They come for us all. Not as white men. They come as their own. This is not man. They maybe white, but not man. I am a white man, but it's always been human, first. That's black. That's white. That's purple. That's life. They come for our progress, not our skins.
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Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 11:51 AM UTC
I am human first.
Throwback dissonance, results in future social dystopian conversations. Tormented lives swept under rugs, in between the cracks of floor boards. Dust and filth, years of names. All scratched into the bathroom stalls of so called neighborhood's, subordinates of time and "hush-hush" the city to the suburbanites. Shocking to them eating dinners still in the 1990's, fastened tight in seat belts of self esteem, MTV news and 50 inches of reality. You must be joking, not ever knowing, folly box dwellers, why they say all "white". The back doors were shut and locked when you looked left and double took right; as jokes from the safety of your water stained walls and cigarette burned carpets, to joke hatred like art and we must pretend not us though? Wall to wall, our prison starts here and ends in our front lawns as the country shouts "white man" and we must remain silent. My father's land, nearly 20 year cultural hiatus that split our family in two, came back from time, in a paperclip, over the wall, east to the west side of Berlin and delivered in a rebel DeLorean with bumper stickers of second amendment speeches and pro-life Bible out of contextual arguments. These retrospects, taking advantage of sales on tiki torches while stealing phrases from my great grandfather class of 1933. And the whole country shouts "white man". No, my country, not white men. In skin yes, in history, no. They were never men. Never did my father speak of men. I heard the gang rapes of Gypsy's. Stories of slain Catholics. Murders of homosexuals, The bones crushed of opposing parties. The staple mascot of pain, Judaism extermination that swept through culture like a bad advertisement tune. Gassed. Tortured. Worked. They come for us all. Not as white men. They come as their own. This is not man. They maybe white, but not man. I am a white man, but it's always been human, first. That's black. That's white. That's purple. That's life. They come for our progress, not our skins.
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*you excluded me... and i’m not even mussolini! ah, imagine... i’d bring black into vogue and politicise size 0 in fashion on a political level... imagine... ****** would do a strip can-can dance playing the flute on his moustache; ha! (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4-DWUNa_Nys)* like this one english tea lady royal i asked when she said: boys... really ******** i asked her... can you philophise as in synonym psychiatry with neurology within the grit of being entitled with the title dame or a unicorn? ah... no... enter applause! who’d want to **** a pensioner if a pensioner herself? ooh oh cherry picking paved a way for cucumber goosebumps... left the right-wing intellectual, gay, completely imbarassed... ah **** happens... spelling mistakes... terrorist plots... you know... cheap education, the iraq war... worth a handshake if you ask me... if you really ask me... egypt has no place in islam... it has a place in christianity and judaism... egypt of my mother in ambitious realisation of the ambition of reading a book... and the mother of his act... then the confusion comes: you were born from a pigeon egg! you born from crocodile egg! now we can begin... pooh wait! tee-ger was just about done on the bongo nullifying the battered bounce.
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Nov 27, 2015
Nov 27, 2015 at 11:00 PM UTC
lady frances swaped talk with fork!
Traces of constellations written in freckles on your back A laugh like Judaism and a touch like loneliness Can only explain it in pictures of black and white images like a chemical combustion in frail snapshots tethered hands all weathered and rough Misspoken masterpieces communicated through touch So hard to contain this sensation I can't explain through anything tangible A cloud that changes shape upon inspection Spectacles, our honors gleaming like a trophy that's hidden in a box left alone to rust Miscellaneous hands grasped to chasms moving so quick and fast There's no lines attached to those burdens or bodies crisp gloves cover up Stretched or crunched hovering like a light above storms in the town square Overblown posters with checkers faded colors in Spring advertising bands that I won't listen too, fabric I'll never feel noises I'll never have to speak over or turn down on radios Artichoke hearts stabbed by the fork held by an animator choking on the root This is the inheritance of sound of presences on stages or garages These oiled gemstones blurred behind faceless statuesque pieces of cold stone
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Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 4:40 PM UTC
Coca-Cola
*don't worry, even i think this is all a bit too wacky... but then i eat the placebo of feeling the emotions of https://goo.gl/tzEPhO / dido's no angel album, and i really concentrate on the symbol... and it feels less wacky after a while; i'm always apprehensive about influencing people, even if they number the 1 or 2 or 3, less than a dozen... these are sensitive areas, where there's a seemingly en masse acceptance for either accepting or criticising such potent reminders of human history... always apprehensive, only because i do not really care much about illuminating footnotes... always apprehensive... it's an apprehension born from not wanting to influence new arguments in these debates.* why is it always either 1:30 or 13:30 when men hold sway the hour hand and women the minute hand... or it's either 18:05 or 6:05 when women hold the hour hand and men the minute hand? well, never mind, a new interpretation of the ☿ (mercury), lineage of all sourced prophecies, the crescent horns of mobilised islam, by the power that mobilised it, that of the feminine nature... and that femininity mobilised islam in christianity with the emergence of the nag hammadi library, and no official plan to instigate it along the lines of canonical orthodoxy... an undercurrent emerged in christianity with the parallelism drawn by the historian josephus, a false prophet, the unearthing of the library in egypt... the flight of joseph, mary and infant jesus to egypt... but as the symbol clearly suggests... the crescent moon became mobilised by a feminine ontology... St. Thomas' gospel working its way, into the mainstream, although well hidden in the undercurrent... replacing all known canonical orthodoxy - and you know, if your prophesy about the end of the world, and to prove your prophecy to be true with the culmination of the atom bomb, and the only way you can imagine proving your words true... then i guess you'd have to get yourself crucified to make everyone follow your words to ring true should they actually be rather unconvincing; a crucifixion would desirably create a sperm-like influx of people who'd believe you and follow all the preparations through - Pythagoras' estimates about the future had about 30 followers... and he's still covered in dust in school libraries and mathematics lessons; judaism is still a minority religion: the last words of convictions from it were written by Isaiah, who was cut in half for going among the people, as a former courtesan.
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Apr 6, 2016
Apr 6, 2016 at 3:03 PM UTC
♂ / ♀ / ☿ (dido's no angel album)
*don't worry, even i think this is all a bit too wacky... but then i eat the placebo of feeling the emotions of https://goo.gl/tzEPhO / dido's no angel album, and i really concentrate on the symbol... and it feels less wacky after a while; i'm always apprehensive about influencing people, even if they number the 1 or 2 or 3, less than a dozen... these are sensitive areas, where there's a seemingly en masse acceptance for either accepting or criticising such potent reminders of human history... always apprehensive, only because i do not really care much about illuminating footnotes... always apprehensive... it's an apprehension born from not wanting to influence new arguments in these debates.* why is it always either 1:30 or 13:30 when men hold sway the hour hand and women the minute hand... or it's either 18:05 or 6:05 when women hold the hour hand and men the minute hand? well, never mind, a new interpretation of the ☿ (mercury), lineage of all sourced prophecies, the crescent horns of mobilised islam, by the power that mobilised it, that of the feminine nature... and that femininity mobilised islam in christianity with the emergence of the nag hammadi library, and no official plan to instigate it along the lines of canonical orthodoxy... an undercurrent emerged in christianity with the parallelism drawn by the historian josephus, a false prophet, the unearthing of the library in egypt... the flight of joseph, mary and infant jesus to egypt... but as the symbol clearly suggests... the crescent moon became mobilised by a feminine ontology... St. Thomas' gospel working its way, into the mainstream, although well hidden in the undercurrent... replacing all known canonical orthodoxy - and you know, if your prophesy about the end of the world, and to prove your prophecy to be true with the culmination of the atom bomb, and the only way you can imagine proving your words true... then i guess you'd have to get yourself crucified to make everyone follow your words to ring true should they actually be rather unconvincing; a crucifixion would desirably create a sperm-like influx of people who'd believe you and follow all the preparations through - Pythagoras' estimates about the future had about 30 followers... and he's still covered in dust in school libraries and mathematics lessons; judaism is still a minority religion: the last words of convictions from it were written by Isaiah, who was cut in half for going among the people, as a former courtesan.
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Borea,     about Bob in the middle of the people, from the Satanic content throughout, the Yellow Age's bed is not enough, 1 lonely **** puts the radio on; OMFG,                    |  The terrible MOOG votes for the actor to have been joining the Travelling Newsletter as a Peace Center,          |        and **** girls, Couples see if the brightness of the lightness is the video and the only AUMLET; best blistering truly with ******** shadows on Dot's ****    |     one time at the Laguna, Six mimes, and a gray Wolf; she's wearing her War thong and the Fed's idea of Judaism has a lot of meanings,  six of Satan's beauties are ours if their groan is like GRRR, caressing her opponents                                     in danger of being a foreigner who has disappeared; if you have followed 1 of us and           if it is as always                             she stays in the middle of the mountain signs that she had been attorney of the Enid photographs, of course,                 all except the App; that is starting,                     |          the great Chamberlain, the general well with other bracelets,       the wings of the weaving oh,     if we remove                                  the carcass to say to those who abused the face                     of the medium; The Easiest's *** shows the why                    of the skin                            of her wild girl
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Oct 5, 2018
Oct 5, 2018 at 12:13 PM UTC
her wild girl
Borea,     about Bob in the middle of the people, from the Satanic content throughout, the Yellow Age's bed is not enough, 1 lonely **** puts the radio on; OMFG,                    |  The terrible MOOG votes for the actor to have been joining the Travelling Newsletter as a Peace Center,          |        and **** girls, Couples see if the brightness of the lightness is the video and the only AUMLET; best blistering truly with ******** shadows on Dot's ****    |     one time at the Laguna, Six mimes, and a gray Wolf; she's wearing her War thong and the Fed's idea of Judaism has a lot of meanings,  six of Satan's beauties are ours if their groan is like GRRR, caressing her opponents                                     in danger of being a foreigner who has disappeared; if you have followed 1 of us and           if it is as always                             she stays in the middle of the mountain signs that she had been attorney of the Enid photographs, of course,                 all except the App; that is starting,                     |          the great Chamberlain, the general well with other bracelets,       the wings of the weaving oh,     if we remove                                  the carcass to say to those who abused the face                     of the medium; The Easiest's *** shows the why                    of the skin                            of her wild girl
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