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Connor Jul 2018
Eternity is closed !
- come back another day with
flower smears for eyes and sincere
passion on your
palms          (weathered)

I need another Russian Doll -
Princess to frequent curtains
fashioned from fire & lead
equaling out to crimson folds
which mysteriously call to
the mystical hierarchies of
imagination

Silent requirements signal beneath the steps
which welcome
one (a stranger/
an Ibis-Beak cane & dark coat
stamped with August rain)

They arrive unexpectedly, as if to play the game
of cliches, they carry promises fashioned in foreign ports
tapping my knee
instead of my shoulder
having only known or recognized
entombment
                               (there is no hyperbole which lacks within
                                Nature's haunted heavens)

My strange visitor leaves / glass umbrella
in hand / to privacy / our brief interaction begins & ends with simple eager undertakings implemented
in the afterword  

What is in another's contemplation of me?
whiling in manifest Theosophy -

- Thought form -
Primal child-rage / whisp of violet smoke &
inksplotches abolished, mutually panting.
Our decorated
four-legged hunter
has arisen and impatiently
craves for the Earth to partner at last with
the Sun

..The Sun a blazing dime
I can smell crispness
in the air
Is there a natural virility to the fertilities of the inductions of space time’s continuums?  Is this a microcosmic phenomenon or more dependent on the depths of pervasion of its macrocosmic relativities.  Perhaps there is a unifying field theory we are not yet aware of which explains how it paradoxically is a little bit of both.  Regardless, given the fact that there probably was no beginning to the universe then quite literally an eternity has already passed.  So why then, given our understanding of the physics of physical interaction, is not all in a state of complete entropy?  
     This afore mentioned fecundity must exist.  Further in it’s quite likely the cause of physical existence as we know it.  I have a theory: This creationism occurs at such an imperceptible rate that positive eons of quadrillions of ages must pass in order for the cosmos to replenish its stockpile of physical matter (possibly matter without atomic structure as we know it) so that a new cycle of infinite big bangs in infinite space can occur.  Ushering in a new 500 billion to trillion year cycle of physical existence as we know it.  Further again, perhaps the implosion’s contraction’s revisions are the cause of the atomic structure of matter we experience during this new physical cycle.
      The thought of such quantum leaps to me for the intensities of physical matters existence and catalytic capabilities.  
     Granted your not going to find these speculations touted as fact in a Wikipedia excerpt.  The answers are in fact unknown.  I’m merely being hypothetically thoughtful with what I’ve learned of possibilities prospectus.   Given these truths allow me to hypothesize further.  
     It seems to me that the evolution of the organic morphologies of biological ontogeny were created by a conceptually reflective derivative (or perhaps antiderivative on the interpolations of integration) of functional physical mechanics.  That perhaps the creative force behind their inception (similar to the afore mentioned natural inductions of space time’s continuums) was the physical realism of and or the residual harmonic vibrations of kinetic supremacy.  
     Consider, the planet we’re on is revolving at approximately 60,000 miles per hour relative to the sun, the solar system we inhabit is revolving at approximately 500,000 miles per hour around the center of our galaxy.  Our galaxy is traveling at approximately 1,332,000 miles per hour through space with our local group of galaxies and revolving at approximately 216,000 miles per hour around the center of mass of this group of galaxies.  All this to give you some conception of the kinetic actualities of our planet’s trajectory’s extant as a projectile.  We have an almost incredible amount of potential or kinetic energy that is generated by our physical velocity through space.  Although we don’t seem to be aware of the impending preponderances of this realism as tellurian denizens it is nonetheless fact to our intellectual relativities.  
     Once again perhaps the actuality of and or the residual harmonic vibrations of the actuality of this phenomenon are the impetus behind the evolution of the organic morphologies of biological ontogeny.  We don’t know for certain how the first amino acids were formed.  Much less how these acids in the primordial soup made the quantum leap to living existence as biological organisms.  Once again I hypothesize it was a conceptually reflective derivative (or antiderivative) of the creationism behind functional physical mechanics.  e.g. the natural inductions of space time continuum and the quantum leaps created by the implosion’s contraction’s revisions of our big bang.
     By now you may be wondering why I have extrapolated these hypothetical scenarios about the physical creationism of our universe and the perceived similarly analogous state of organic and biological origins, so I’ll tell you.  I hoped it might make the dissertation I’m about to make on the fecundities of the corporeally preternatural and perhaps metaphysical inclinations of our sentient race easier to comprehend.
     With the advent of biological organisms the diversity of physical existence has apparently exceeded its physical complexity.  Understanding has evolved.  Relatively extraneous interpolations of adhesively practical extremity succeed in a hierarchy of functionally integral forms.  Being a firm believer in evolution this phenomenon makes me wonder: Is the impetus behind the genetic anomalies that influence the seemingly positive nature of natural selection’s progression a pervasion from the social contiguities of a species? Perhaps a random occurrence with no discernable precedent?  Or, more likely even, the equivocal nature of the superior essence of the ontological state of the beings involved?
     Though many believe that it is truly a random occurrence I have a tendency to want to believe otherwise.  That just as there is a natural fecundity to the induction of space time’s continuum there is a positively oriented inclination integral to evolutional progression.  A sort of élan vital on the orthogenesis overtures.  Granted it is somewhat dependant on the phenological nature of environment but improvements occur which have little to do with the ability to cope with the weather.    
      So is there such a thing as élan vital as it relates to ethology’s entelechy?  Is there any benefit for humanoid demagoguery in pursuing zoomorphic zoolotry as a social contiguity?  Can we actually make accession to transcendentally existential ascension?
     The obvious answer would appear to be yes, at least in partiality.  Maybe we’re incapable (at present) of assimilating incorporeity ideology’s non-corporeal states and existing as godlike disembodied spirits (who perhaps have not lost their proclivity for corporeally preternatural being) but social relativities are an evolving state.  Truly the better we treat each other the better off all will be.  Now I’m not talking about being a bunch of fawning sycophants or schmaltzy schlep-it-ness schmucks, more like the swanky saunter obsequious diligence could indentured servant sail lend to all.  Not given because it’s mandated but because it’s the essence of social contiguity’s evolution.  Granted the individual must remain sacrosanct.  Our metaphysical prowess is at best hypothetical.  Actual magic is not a tool in our kit-bag though I aspire to such everyday as I attempt to be teleportation real with my telepathy to the demons I appear to be confronted with.  I site clairaudience clairvoyance on the vicinity victuals of vigilante villain, the propinquity habitations of harbinger’s harangued, the proximity parameters of perimeter’s peripherals, why I’ll even throw in the objectified manifest’s diminutive minutia iotas of self inductive interstitial extrapolation, and if that doesn't get it I'll talk about the embark embargo extraditions and the extraversion embezzling euthanasia extortions.  The thought of such spatiotemporal telemetry tactician.  Protractive analyses of dimensional delineation on the terrestrial equestrian.  Tellurian terrene!!
     The obvious realisms of all of this are that we are indeed capable of making these quantum leaps armed practical magic.  I say lets fecundity get down to it.  Exserted protuberances of erotica erectile errantry, the vibrant volition of verve.  I’ve had enough of vapid flatulence and insidiously sinister archaic.  Mankind’s inability to supersede his developing anachronism may well be the cause of his demise!!!  We’ll become theosophy’s theophany incarnate, the ecstatic euphorias of corporeally preternatural’s enigma entity on the identity crisis!!!!
Exotic trollwood harlotry and mule kit blues
Tyrannical tyrannosaur traction padness
Cohort cavorts clastic and witch’s *** hues
Ontological ontogeny somatalogy fadness
Inductive endemic veracities and talus weather clues
Epistemological equilibrium’s homogeny badness
Timeless rhetorical ruminations and ephemeral exigency dues
Transcendent ascensional equivocal madness

Tactile acuity prescience capacity intrepid intrigues
Mystical symbiosis dharma sensorium sentiment proselyte
Torturous tractive prosthesis umbrage ultraism colleagues
Newfangled nocturnal nonchalant nether nestle neophyte
Top notch topography tortoise trauma fatigues
Faustian faux pas foist felicitous fealties socialite
Agnate nous ontological ontogeny euphenics in league
Mentalities evocative introjecting sycophant eulogizing apposite

Mystical terrestrial equestrian tellurian tableau
Panoramic imagery empiricist
Evocative exserted apomixies’ ethereal should show
Ontological somatalogy lyricist
Reflective refraction remissions opulence could know
Theosophy theophany epiphany equilibrist
Magniloquent inductive extrapolation quantum back ***
Transcendent nimbus nimiety exorcist
Re-post
Devil's elbow blues
He’s trick, like enrapturing
Wherein lies the paradox of his pantheism parapet’s paragon
Extraversion embezzlements and euthanasia extortions
Diction’s enunciation echoes of opaque opulence
Its redolence a savory waft
The evolution of psychic clarity’s élan vital
Bizarre dichotomous augur the singer’s aural austerity
Gypsy Queen, his guitar’s moniker, romanced aimed intention
Elaborate elliptical empathy endeavors for posterity’s predication
Pandemically  phatic  propriety venerations
Their apex crux axis beyond finite solution
Carousel ceaselessly ceremony chaos character charisma
Cerebral cortex’s ****** matrix
The individual must remain sacrosanct
Traipsing through the fallow furrows of assimilation’s xenobiotic barratry
Like capillaries' capricious and intravenous intrepid
Incalculably sensual beyond emotion’s expression
Impetus intrigue's intuitional verve
Ethology’s entelechy, theosophy’s theophany
Zoomorphic zoolatry's social contiguities
Futurity's corporeally preternatural fatidic
My sad attempt at social contiguity after reading poetessa diabolica's
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1268186/bella-donnas-intrinsic-nuances/
Oh to be so artistically aesthetic as she
Johnny Noiπ Feb 2019
In the 18th century, the word was used
extensively in theosophy by some philosophers.

However, this "Greco" is still "almost zero"
and the dictionary to the dictionary
with the eighth century, which now appear
more frequently in the mid-nineteenth
century. Theosophers, they have used
the word theosophy, at least spare as far
as to the middle of the world. Brucker
Johannes (1696-1770) included the head
of a long history of work in theosophy
highly critical philosophy. (1741).

And the other side theosophers
included in what was then
a standard reference in the history
of esotericism them philosophy.

From the 18th century,  
Theosophy is a word often used
in conjunction with panosophy,
i.e. having a knowledge of things
is acquired from the divine,
which I want to be the "concrete"
deciphering the hieroglyphics
of the whole world. The term
theosophy is more properly
reserved for the opposite process
to find contemplation of the true
content of the universe... The
playing of rock and the
understanding of the lifestyle...

It was terrifying to the destruction
of the Jews, the fear of death
at length been let Barvarian
India, the Jews have lost their
teeth. Pope's image to show
the world that it is wrong to list
the Western world than friends
gathering or her life by magical
fear of an object. In terms
of collective spirit of the
mountain in the brain and heart
of a *****. In the same place,
it seems than to live. After
the end of the line when walking
prostitutes to work in Rome
holds the account.

Of course, all the work to prevent problems,
and the Buddhist religion that makes a visit
to brothels and prostitutes, they, the women,
and the pain. In the last nine years,                   they began to think like dogs.
He’s trick, like enrapturing
Wherein lies the paradox of his pantheism parapet’s paragon
Extraversion embezzlements and euthanasia extortions
Embark embargo extraditions
Diction’s enunciation echoes of opaque opulence
Its redolence a savory waft
The evolution of psychic clarity’s id conclusions
Bizarre dichotomous augur the singer’s aural austerity
Gypsy Queen, his guitar’s moniker, romanced aimed intention
Elaborate elliptical empathy endeavors for posterity’s predication
Pandemically  phatic  propriety venerations
Their apex crux axis beyond finite solution
Carousel ceaselessly ceremony chaos character charisma
Cerebral cortex’s ****** matrix's vertex vortex
The individual must remain sacrosanct
Traipsing through the fallow furrows of assimilation’s synthetic synthesis
Like capillaries' capricious and intravenous intrepid
Incalculably sensual beyond emotion’s expression
Impetus intrigue's intuitional verve
Ethology’s entelechy, theosophy’s theophany
Zoomorphic zoolatry's social contiguities
Futurity's corporeally preternatural fatidic
Elan-vital's apotropaic apotheosis
importunacy
Cosmogony of My Emotions: Teleological Theosophy of My Personal Theology
Death cannot defined. Being of ultimate consequence it is above causation, yet reigns supreme as an effect. It can only be affined: Aqua, Ignis, Terra, Ventus , Umbra, Lucem/ Hydro, Pyro, Gaia, Aero, Erebus, Aether, all swirl in dead languages spoke a thousand years ago yet they all have been read by our generation in our youth.
The veil of death is a tabernacle in which only the high priest returns from walking, all others are drug back rope around their solar plexus. All paths of death are two fold.
First, from the feet of the Teleologic Cosmos of Emotion we grow towards the Son, the Father, and the Holy Spirit. From the abyss we stare at the knees of the concave exterior of healing. Like the twins of June, hate and pain, are the two closest modes to death, but not the most direct. I feel fear is the ultimate neighbor of death. The flow of Consciousness lies first in the womb. Concealed from the light, darkness sheilds us from the illusion of Illumination. Hate feeds into pain as Pain feeds into hate, like a sibling rivalry. The knees (pain and hate) bend not to cushion the feet (death) but to stop the pelvis (fear) from shattering under the weight of the back bone (Stillness).
Adapted to the new ways of my mother's demon of lust wedding sloth and gluttony. Sin is the seat of unconscious control, or lack there of like a drunk blacked out asleep, already anticipating his next drink. Hate is Ache followed by ate. Pain and hunger are two sides of the same page. What can I say, everything happens for a reason. Even if I feel it was treason yet I'm no regal prince, nor a Mercury lying closest to the Solar, I drenched myself in my own masochism: physically mentally spiritually, and had done so for years. The basis of your emergency alert was quite founded, yet not without ignorance. Yet to me, you felt i was going to rise through fear to descend into pain and find my new year 25th, death. But the beauty is in my birth with one hair on my head I left the manger a man, no wig, feeling for the first time while the police speak to my mother searching like the warriors dispatched of Herod. My blood spirit is free, having saved Adam through the pyramid  I dethrone Satan by the sip of the crown of the feathered serpent. Yet you hate he who fell. I fear the vile nature of the burning fields respecting the ignitor of the flames as the sole cause of err that lead or Savior to accomplish who no one else could. For without the fall of the unholy, wingless, cut from tip to tip, Iesus-Yeshua-Judah would not be your most beloved. Without the pain of Christos (the annointed), Khristos (the enlightened) would not achieve ideology of the cosmos. Pain rises to fear shortly, and shifts into hate in confusion as siblings squabble, as I had done internally for a decade. Yet through the gift of the heart heavenly Saul is able to see the life lesson to use the lower part of our mind to find the Big Blue. Pain ascends into love if and only if death can bounce like glue. If you aim for the Sun and the Moon you can only be a child of astronomy, yet you showed me my dreams to buy you a ring of Saturn and hand it to you on a Sunday. I believed my pain laid plain and bare could convince you of you're convictions. My mission in the deepest recesses of body was for you to give into your fears so we could slip into the underworld of sin sipping red wine until the mounring in my heart rose Rex by the fading starlight. I dream to live a lye, basic as alkaline, I wished to be a battery. I saw myself freed of my woman battering heritage ceasing the cyclic self fear that posited the ferocity of my fore fathers, due to the love of a woman most beloved and true. I felt you could be the instrument to my Burning Lyre, my love Plutonic I felt my crow caw. As I held you in my arms singing with you in harmony, setting the bond between the viscous cycle of Pain, paying dues with Hate, to rise like smoke to face fear starring death in the face like a shadow below. The night sky black with how to Know, twinkling with the star light of Love. Only above the vault of heavens clung Joy, Hope, and Live.
Without poeticizing further, what I term the Basement of Abasment consists of Death at the roots (red inverted triangle) rising into Hate (orange w/ red center) and Pain (tan w/ red center), with the connection of Pain and Hate forming a cross with the direct bond between death and fear (yellow w/ small red center).
Proceeding up the towards the chain of being, leads to what I call the equator of emotions. Cling/stillness/resolve is the grey region connecting all body's of feelings as the Moses, the leader of the Exodus and the appellation of the celestial globe. It binds Love and Know laterally to one another, while connecting the Vault of Virtue to the Basement of Abasement.
The Starlings
outside my window
sing a song
of no regret,
there is snow
on the ground
and little food
to be found,
but that's okay
because today
the sun is out
and the sky
is clear,
it is very warm
for this time of year,
and if the
theosophy
doesn't blind me.
I know I'll find me
a weapon to use
to fight these blues.
Exotic trollwood harlotry and mule kit blues
Tyrannical tyrannosaur traction padness
Cohort cavorts clastic and witch’s *** hues
Ontological ontogeny somatalogy fadness
Inductive endemic veracities and talus weather clues
Epistemological equilibrium’s homogeny badness
Timeless rhetorical ruminations and ephemeral exigency dues
Transcendent ascensional equivocal madness

Tactile acuity prescience capacity intrepid intrigues
Mystical symbiosis dharma sensorium sentiment proselyte
Torturous tractive prosthesis umbrage ultraism colleagues
Newfangled nocturnal nonchalant nether nestle neophyte
Top notch topography tortoise trauma fatigues
Faustian faux pas foist felicitous fealties socialite
Agnate nous ontological ontogeny euphenics in league
Mentalities evocative introjecting sycophant eulogizing apposite

Mystical terrestrial equestrian tellurian tableau
Panoramic imagery empiricist
Evocative exserted apomixies’ ethereal should show
Ontological somatology lyricist
Reflective refraction remissions opulence could know
Theosophy theophany epiphany equilibrist
Magniloquent inductive extrapolation quantum back ***
Transcendent nimbus nimiety exorcist
Ominous phenomenon portrayal spontaneous synchronous
Exponentially extemporaneous
Norman Crane Oct 2021
lightning flashes
blue veins, illuminated sky
seeing the world as it is
organic, epidermis of the mind's eye
thunder is a muscle
twitching as the demiurge dies
pellucid skin—
I—
revealing heaven's bones—
know—
the universe is empty
we are on our own
Mateuš Conrad Mar 2017
this day made no sense apart from
   being polite to a surgery
receptionist  and downing a bottle of whiskey...
  birds? spring? colours? can i just go back
to england imitating alaska? the more i age the more
i realised: **** day! bring on night!
   and it's not like some horror movie scenario...
i'm not even conjuring vampire
to sell them to you...
   i just think my eyes are sort of: too distracted
                   by the light?
a bit like: am i serious about
buying this vacuum cleaner?
should i be serious about
buying this vacuum cleaner?
   i'd love to live in a matriarchal society,
turn all cannibal and ****,
go shrimp! go!
          swing *******! bite the railings
while you're at it!
            let's see if a gypsy tooth plops out
of your jaw, so we can cast a magic spell
turning the lead into gold!
the ****?!
             oh **** me, i'd love to live in a matriarchy...
it would mean that i wouldn't have to be a man
and have this social construct of
pampering to women... i'd be a lion
with a harem of females hunting...
             need a fridge? go **** yourself...
need a toilet? go **** yourself...
           need a blender? go **** yourself:
chew on a terminte mound...
                to be honest i have a fetish for the chance
to live in a matriarchy... it's almost like what islam
concerns itself with theocracy...
      i'd love to live in this wendol society...
    look how much less you need in a matriarchy!
i'm watching it going: giva'h more giva'h more!
            tazmanian bush-wacker aussie...
   god... i'd love to experience a matriarchy more than
i'd care to support a theocracy...
that's like patriarchy: or what's called
                                              second generation...
islam has nothing on me, i want to
experience a matriarchy... the amazonian
    queens 30ft women doing the new zealand
rugby team's haka!
   oh please let them have it! let them have
women football teams... i'll really want to ****
them afterwards!
                              what is man is what
allows man to internilise his emotions up to
the point that he's playing poker...
               what allows women to be women is
volcanic outbursts of unsolicited emotion...
                 funny how the genitals play a part in
the whole affair... or don't... whatever...
i woke up early today and thought to myself:
****! not enough whiskey!
        theocracy is just second / third generation
patriarchy...
                      there's nothing else to it...
imagine islam as it was originally...
     a matriarchy under the guidance of mohammad's
first wife... who was much older than
him and wrote the first koranic verses...
Khadijah...
                      mohammad is a ***** compared
to Khadijah, the matriarch;
mohammad is just a ***** teenager compared
to her...
               well... her stock did come from the myth
of the origin of the Arab race... namely from
Abraham's concubine...
                    hence the weaving of the walking
h
          arem...
                   oh forget it! the west does something
similar to a niqab... when was the last time you
spotted a beauty that fills the pages of a style
magazine on the street?
                             last time i spotted one?
i wanted to **** a donkey.
                               the end.
        the niqab is like a mobility scooter for women
who won't be stolen in the light of day
by some rich patron who suddenly forgot his
fetish for ******* choir boys...
                   let's level it out!
                     she was the literate cougar that wrote
the better pieces of the koran...
          after she died... the koran started shrinking...
i actually think that
  the last surah was written by Aisha...
                         so who wrote it, if not women?
this is a classical example of a matriarchy -
muhammad was just a useful idiot...
                well apparently he was illiterate, he couldn't
read and he couldn't write...
  like that joke about the police in england:
one can read, but can't write, the other can't read,
but can write...
                                     we have plenty of useful
idiots around here, what does the left mean in
western society when there is no economic policy
to support it? i come from the east,
                     what does the left mean in western
lands mean these days?
               well... if theocracy is only a second / third
generation patriarchy
then second / third generation matriarchy clings
to theosophy... a sort of oops-e-daisy: just one step
away from turning the whole thing into an aleister crowley
inspired movement... and where does that lead?
pi zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz ah!
Vernarth says: “We will be able to find in this path of Light that is my life, what is the wood that stretches and upsets the material surfaces in the gifts of God, with the prevailing low water of the minimal plastering of rainfall, but if in the flow of astonishment that will leave us all in the breath of knowing how to be and understand, which is my hand directed by Vitruvius, and that his interval measures do not cease to outline everything that can or could generate cracks that cross the rules of Survival, where everyone who is a survivor of the Arbela Site, will be identified as an unfolded constituent of all solid material, providing the minimum percentage that will make up the majesty of a revived heart. Vitruvius remains with me ..., and his hands sustain greater fantasies that reside in the divine architecture that will be the origin of everything that existed and will exist. The long wattles will extend in the new layer that resides between the Kidron Valley to Gethsemane, and from Nazareth to Eilat, and that those who walk around will winnow footsteps that will later lead them to Bethany, and that Alexander the Great ... my General! Will be protected by the holy mantle of Mashiach, after we are both released from this mega Purgation. That the magnitude of the planks and the broad-headed nails will be hammered by the antlers of the Uilef, and that the utopias will make me see from above and it will be like being on the shoulders of Brisehal or the Colosso of Apsila so that wattles be always and permanently sprinkled by my prose of advent and passion of my Redeemer. I am prepared with the edge of my Xiphos ..., every day I cut a piece of my arm! As I heal again, I fissure the meats that closed, letting the softness of my skin be the skin that restores the nail that will slice the second rows of concession arteries, so that they are assimilated to the third that could reach the same way as those received by the Mashiach. The length of the miracle is imperishable and the nails with a small head will make the break where they will not be finally nailed, interweaving the preparation vines that will cover my arm and that of Alexander the Great, more distant from the third arteries that still bleed, so that they are prepared in the fourth row of the syntagma group in the arteries that will be those that hold posterity carrying everything with my sectioned dexterity, but always holding onto the Xiphos behind the brilliant mortar of Arena. Nothing exists, everything only existed for the first entelechy of Zerubbabel when rebuilding, and our Redeemer uttered that everything will be turned into pieces of stones with bones of long wattles that would extend to the layers of clay being his tomb, that yes passing through the mortar that will make all mankind redo the sawdust of the whole earth towards the devastated earth. In this way, the four rows of arteries will lie in the preparation rows with my right arm burning when I first touched the Empyrean taking me with it from 775 BC. C. until the time of the first century of the Era of Our Lord ”.

Cosmic thought crossed the four brains of its component of unfolded time, after being attracted by the foolishness of the thoughts that traveled without generational limits of Tikun, in such a way that the thoughts that were fixed on the orthogonal of infinity were detached from time imperceptible with the summation of the loss of the unknowable space of the abstruse of the Vav Hei Vav, creating the total dissociation of the past from the peristyle of time, leaving the future numbed in the antiquity of the Hellenic past, but reviving it in the passing of the transgression mean, between the antitragus of the head of the four assistants of the Vav Hei Vav, to transfer them through the shell of each one in their inner ears when sizing what will pass silently through their cognitions and in their Over Being, or Quantum Being that will take them along paths from the 700 years old to the first century in the constitution of Hera in Olympia, and rather towards the recalcitrant subjection of the stones that made it up to be subject to the nurse nomenclature of the understanding of the cosmic thought of Vernarth, who had slender few sponsored in all the naturalities that tried their mimicry, doing nothing else what has not been noticed far from it, from where the natural deformation of cosmic thought will bend as it is transcribed in all the textual evolution of the four united minds of Vernarth, Alexander the Great, Saint John the Apostle and King David. The luminescence would be attracted by all the rivers in the Vernarth Opera with the Bumodos, Eygues, Lethe, Euphrates and Nile, Acheron (the river of sorrow), Cocytus (laments), Phlegethon (fire), Lethe (oblivion), and Styx. The Bumodos would be the stigma of the pain of the Thymus of Vernarth that would be even more active and sensitive than his heart, and the Eygues that would be his faithful companion that would help him to promote the pains of lost loves with Wonthelimar, when the haze and storm left him alone in the sugary sand with labyrinths and the contact of the last frictions of his loved ones, leaving only messes in a Siddartha that would tend to be tempted by humanity, making us believe that nothing is more powerful than the propensity of evil to have in the constitution transgenerational family, to remain anchored in Ha-Shatán's slander, harassing immanent relics of the worship of man who settled on the banks of rivers in the expectation of quenching their thirst for wisdom or for the Vav Hei Vav, as a portal of entry of the trip around the world that unites us with our encore adventures, that are always united to the past of the upper ***** and that does not leave us any second of the present in his waves of contemplation as a Hoplite man in the fantasy of his dreams, managing to make the rivers of oblivion or Lette propitiate the future that will not make him forget what in the past was an underground part of the currents of a watery thought, what is The verb will be and should be the subjugation of those around him who harasses himself.

In this way, the words ran in the sorry speed of the harassment of the immobile Ha-Shatán but fiercely restrained by what surrounded the verb as in the meadows of Ein Kerem that was surrounded by the contours that made her not fatigue in the gaze of the heaven, when everything that was close was in fullness with the organic nature that contained it, and everything that was summarized from the rhythm of the Hexagonal Chapel of the Shepherds in its rhythm, like a swarm between winds that carried pollinations in the first words that they contained themselves from the latter to later reconnect themselves by means of the buckles carried by the offspring of the lambs and the primordial respiration of the Cosmos, which they said above all as a verb that sprouted in the seeds themselves that were escaping from their reproductive capacity. Vernarth already knew that he had little time left to be near his Hoplites and that the ocean of arrows that would fall on his destiny would be from bittersweet Theosophy that would fall on the back of the herd, like Manna that would emancipate itself in tons of languages that can define the Thought that may pre-exist. Perhaps thinking, but anchored in the turn that contains him, between words that would no longer be writing or any wisdom that reduces him, rather the gesture of the Peri Kosmous that would transmit something to us through those who do not speak or indicate ..., rather of the same abstraction of all the Pelicans that would advance by the vital energies that wear away the concepts that sway between the waves by the Aegean seas, and of the silence that of this same thing already begins to lose the horizon in the gaze of your observer. Nothing was friction that generated words that could be the sustenance of an Era that was spent for more than seven hundred years in the hands of the oppressors who would waste it in seven seconds, leaving everything in the hierarchy of a reality as the Plan of the Spare Universe. called Duoverso, which was precisely the simple river that joins both Universes lying between themselves as the appearance of the river Acheron or permanent misfortune, imagining ourselves in every bad good fit to balance our thoughts where the first will be offshoots of the Vernarth principle, until four o'clock. arteries that prosper to reach an occult knowledge, where every being that walks twice the same way is not the reality of the times in which every day the footsteps of the Mashiach are seen from Bethany to Ophel or from Ophel to Bethany, like an anthroposophic hill and foundations that will make the city of David seven hundred meters high, carrying this peristyle in the gallery of time, going through the majestic iteration of the journey of the imperceptible quantum being seven times in a row with the seven long paths of the rebound between Bethany and Ophel, on the very promontory of Saturn reviving them in the narrow promontories that make you see that thought is more than a sacred place to remember what is dear, which is precisely what is to be appreciated and observed when some steps escape and are not of the forged walk of the Mashiach from Kidron to the Tyropoeon; towards the escarpment that would put the relays of the new sheep that will also graze on Patmos, and that despite the turns of antiquity will be the strip between the ancient era and the Middle Ages, as precepts of the sacred mountains that will grow in the eschatological of the advent of Thuellai when Profitis Ilias was the source of synergy in the figure that will unite them among the evil that grows Vg The Golgotha and the sacrifice *** Bei Himnom, proceeding with Zion of the Earth and David, as a precept of the plains of forgiveness in the Moriah from where Abraham, already provided with his “Hey”, mediated and possessed the benevolence of the Maker to bring to life to his Son Isaac, to shelter him in the rubble in everything that was not of his patriarch's fruit, and then it could be reissued in the nobility of an epigram that would be the return to Ophel after having crossed the circumflex of the word used in this paragraph, to continue through the mountains that will be the emphasis of Patmos, constituting the square for its defense and blocking all the walls of history that will be carriers of all the threat of installed evil, making them the systemic forces reluctant and doomed on the southern ***** of the Temple Mount in Jerusalem between Tyropoeon to the west and the Kidron Valley to the east dominating the ill-gestated shadow of Ha-Shatan.
Enthasis
Exotic trollwood harlotry and mule kit blues
Tyrannical tyrannosaur traction padness
Cohort cavorts clastic and witch’s *** hues
Ontological ontogeny somatalogy fadness
Inductive endemic veracities and talus weather clues
Epistemological equilibrium’s homogeny badness
Timeless rhetorical ruminations and ephemeral exigency dues
Transcendent ascensional equivocal madness

Tactile acuity prescience capacity intrepid intrigues
Mystical symbiosis dharma sensorium sentiment proselyte
Torturous tractive prosthesis umbrage ultraism colleagues
Newfangled nocturnal nonchalant nether nestle neophyte
Top notch topography tortoise trauma fatigues
Faustian faux pas foist felicitous fealties socialite
Agnate nous ontological ontogeny euphenics in league
Mentalities evocative introjecting sycophant eulogizing apposite

Mystical terrestrial equestrian tellurian tableau
Panoramic imagery empiricist
Evocative exserted apomixies’ ethereal should show
Ontological somatalogy lyricist
Reflective refraction remissions opulence could know
Theosophy theophany epiphany equilibrist
Magniloquent inductive extrapolation quantum back ***
Transcendent nimbus nimiety exorcist
Exotic trollwood harlotry and mule kit blues
Tyrannical tyrannosaur traction padness
Cohort cavorts clastic and witch’s *** hues
Ontological ontogeny somatalogy fadness
Inductive endemic veracities and talus weather clues
Epistemological equilibrium’s homogeny badness
Timeless rhetorical ruminations and ephemeral exigency dues
Transcendent ascensional equivocal madness

Tactile acuity prescience capacity intrepid intrigues
Mystical symbiosis dharma sensorium sentiment proselyte
Torturous tractive prosthesis umbrage ultraism colleagues
Newfangled nocturnal nonchalant nether nestle neophyte
Top notch topography tortoise trauma fatigues
Faustian faux pas foist felicitous fealties socialite
Agnate nous ontological ontogeny euphenics in league
Mentalities evocative introjecting sycophant eulogizing apposite

Mystical terrestrial equestrian tellurian tableau
Panoramic imagery empiricist
Evocative exserted apomixies’ ethereal should show
Ontological somatology lyricist
Reflective refraction remissions opulence could know
Theosophy theophany epiphany equilibrist
Magniloquent inductive extrapolation quantum back ***
Transcendent nimbus nimiety exorcist
existential exigence exodus exorcism
He’s trick, like enrapturing
Wherein lies the paradox of his pantheism parapet’s paragon
Extraversion embezzlements and euthanasia extortions
Embark embargo extraditions
Diction’s enunciation echoes of opaque opulence
Its redolence a savory waft
The evolution of psychic clarity’s id conclusions
Bizarre dichotomous augur the singer’s aural austerity
Gypsy Queen, his guitar’s moniker, romanced aimed intention
Elaborate elliptical empathy endeavors for posterity’s predication
Pandemically  phatic  propriety venerations
Their apex crux axis beyond finite solution
Carousel ceaselessly ceremony chaos character charisma
Cerebral cortex’s ****** matrix's vertex vortex
The individual must remain sacrosanct
Traipsing through the fallow furrows of assimilation’s synthetic synthesis
Like capillaries' capricious and intravenous intrepid
Incalculably sensual beyond emotion’s expression
Impetus intrigue's intuitional verve
Ethology’s entelechy, theosophy’s theophany
Zoomorphic zoolatry's social contiguities
Futurity's corporeally preternatural fatidic
Elan-vital's apotropaic apotheosis
Importunity!!  Son of a ******* ***** bait **** ****.  Execrating eventuation evocative expletives.  Intrepid intuitive futurity's fatidic.
The Starlings
outside my window
sing a song
of no regret.
There is snow
on the ground
and little food
to be found,
but it's okay
because today
the sun is out
and the sky
is clear.
It's very warm
for this time of year,
and if the theosophy
doesn't blind me
I know I'll find me
a weapon to use
to fight these blues.
Morphologically metamorphic integument, aura roan's rainbow mare.

Within your magical integument metamorphosis.
A transpositional interlude that transmogrifies our earthly shell into an immortal puissance, enshrouded in its mystical nimbus, objectified manifest's radix repartee.  

Slowly we wind our mythical shroud round about us like a cocoon,
made of the mesmeric magic we exude.
An intoxicating ambrosia of enrapturing inebriation helping us prepare for the mystic prowess which will be ours.  
We will be incarnated into a higher state of being.  
Transcendental accession's ascension, elan vital's ne plus ultra apotheosis, orthogenesis overtures.  Exogamy's homogeny. 

We await within a veil of rainbows and light, whose opaque opulence becomes psychic clarity's evolutional fiduciary.  
We were meant for this, corporeally preternatural becoming ethereally sublime.
Umbra ultraism and penumbral piquant.

We will become apex axis' crux, corporeal beings ultimate expression.
Mentality's trajectory theosophy's theophany.
Ethology's entelechy's zoomorphic zoolatry.
I'm sure I will be handed the proverbial Socratic shot of hemlock for purveying such doctrinal dodder to my fellow denizens so have mercy on this elixir libation.  The thought of such ethology entelechy to me on the zoomorphic zoolatry's social contiguities to demagoguery. Consider the objectified manifest's vicariousness it astral projection did to you to clairaudience clairvoyance.  Noumenal sentience semantics!!!
spirit tenuous
through dulcet tones
cross-pollinating
true absorption
I bypass your firewalls
with ease
I absorb your hollow halls
disease
dreaming of a new theosophy
David R Jun 2022
all around is murky water
children sectioned for the slaughter
gone is truth, gone simplicity,
rare the jewel of authenticity

we live in world that champions strength
tread on the weaker, ignore the stench,
laugh at fidelity, those with sincerity,
trample theosophy, arrogate authority

two thousand years back wise men sighted
in their writings, prediction inscribed,
the head and face of generation
like a dog of no veneration

and, within, beats heart of gloom
longs for rest inside of tomb
'scape from all-engulfing shadow
end the running, end the show
BLT's Merriam-Webster Word of The Day Challenge
#arrogate, fidelity
Megan Sherman Feb 2018
Upon a wizened ancient lyre                                                                                 Harps music of irrepressible allure                                                                            Suffice to set the soul on fire                                                                                  With supreme reflection pure                                                                                Troubador of the city floor                                                                                        Irresistible tune to cherish and adore                                                                          Fluent in melodies of magor and minor                                                                  No magic no fires of heaven could outshine her                                                        Prophets clamor to hear her and wine her                                                                   She like thee a mystery                                                                                                      Riffs and riddles on the gems of history                                                                      myth and magic her mind's geography                                                                       love's philosophy her theosophy                                                                                 her psalms beget by ear wise trophy                                                                     which ne'er decay or wilt or atrophy                                                                        beget thy sweet and sonorous bars                                                                             WHICH DREAMS OF HEAVEN AND SINGS TO THE STARS                                         in harmony with the cosmic serenade                                                                          in which the soul's truest abade                                                                                    balladeer a renegade who told the truth because it paid                                               to not put one's soul up for trade                                                                                      a passion in love's furnace made                                                                                oh to listen in the dappled shade                                                                                   my mind waltzes with the lilt                                                                                         you have replete lilt to the hilt                                                                                    song stirs flowers sunk in silt                                                                                       they sway and sigh and soar and wilt                                                                          sensuous and attuned to the song                                                                                  that doth ring around the earth up and along                                                              raising the sound of the world in the throng                                                                  for half the world away is tianneman square or hong kong
Morphologically metamorphic integument, aura roan's rainbow mare.

Within your magical integument metamorphosis.
A transpositional interlude that transmogrifies our earthly shell into an immortal puissance, enshrouded in its mystical nimbus, objectified manifest's radix repartee.  

Slowly we wind our mythical shroud round about us like a cocoon,
made of the mesmeric magic we exude.
An intoxicating ambrosia of enrapturing inebriation helping us prepare for the mystic prowess which will be ours.  
We will be incarnated into a higher state of being.  
Transcendental accession's ascension, elan vital's ne plus ultra apotheosis, orthogenesis overtures.  Exogamy's homogeny.

We await within a veil of rainbows and light, whose opaque opulence becomes psychic clarity's evolutional fiduciary.  
We were meant for this, corporeally preternatural becoming ethereally sublime.
Umbra ultraism and penumbral piquant.

We will become apex axis' crux, corporeal beings ultimate expression.
Mentality's trajectory theosophy's theophany.
Ethology's entelechy's zoomorphic zoolatry.
existential extremity's apotropaic ascension
JP Goss Sep 2019
We are reminded, after grabbing a public doorknob,
Just how sticky morality is—
It depends on the health and wellbeing
Of immune systems at large.
While one reaches for their surgical mask
The air becomes free-floating moral virions—
Call it fate, call it theosophy
Call it evil, call it God,
It is not human nor holy
But somewhere in between, whatever it is.
Neither sneeze nor cough is deliberate
On the conscientious level, but on the laryngeal,
The opportunism of the local *****—
Mere consequence is that itching throat,
Are those foggy eyes, a cleverness
Of many unliving things.
i forgot i wrote a poem and re-posted poems
by others onto my page
and i'm thinking about social media
Descartes
and tomorrow
i'm going to work the Sam Fender concert
and don't know Sam Fender
but i know the Fender guitar
and that's not cliche:
that's only language of a 39er
a 39 year old man
i am a man
not a child i think she knows that or perhaps
R. is a miracle when she conceived her
and it is as if that's transcendental
i think i could be her son
with pure biology reigned
she is 18 years older than me
and R is 14... so work out why i'm 39...

now i also know Sam Fender
and i'm Seventeen Going Under
and i will have to buy R a t-shirt
that's like postcards from my life
but more
just buying t-shirts
i think those are sails for the draft
a pieced together magic carpet
on the sea
when you tell the sea to be air
the magic carpet changes...

i was at Wimbledon and i think i'm saying
goodbye
and i said so to my grandmother
and my uncle and the dead
and now i'm saying goodbye to my mother
and father and i don't think there are
regrets
when i went mad aged 21
and thought i was a poet
so i still think now
with interests in IT
politics and human and life
and robots now too
so i thought about social media
and authenticity and profilicity:
self-profiling for the public
like one's own CCTV
so not so very oppressive but if you
can live a life as a couch potato
on the sofa only watching t.v.
or living a moment in life
like the Wimbledon Championship
in the interactive web of CCTV
Plato's Cave
the people behind the shadows
the security officers
at events
the membrane of a humanity coming together
unlike in the **** of democracy
the democracy that ****** us off
and not in the monarch's and the patriarch's arms
saying to you:
R i'm so ******* weird i think
this reality is weird
and it's not like i like the idea of a wife
that will contest who will need
my care and being there
when both mother and my wife ask
when they might be nearing the end:
oh what a task: woman, you gave me:
perhaps JEsus Christ had it easier
with a cross... than carrying a woman
like Atlas... on the back...
perhaps it would have been easier
to Carry the Cross...
i think it would be much easier
to carry the cross with christ
than it would be to carry or walk feet-mind
with woman:
and the definitely there: devil...
Heidegger's Da-Sein
i mean this energy such a fixation on autism and
philosophical-solipsism
like stoicism
like cynicism
but solipsism was not founded by any Greek
famous philosopher...
there was no school of Solipsism:
there emerged Sophia:
with two words
Theosophism Theosophy...
ancient school of Solipsism
is a school of thought that makes stoicism
and cynicism a rhetorical tools
to equate a neutral ground for the mind to take root
and be give birth to a tree later
a leaf: BELIEF: be-life
believe... and belief... now believe! i'll taunt you!
be-life! with the devil of da-sein!
a life! and give me the fruit of your mind
give me a bite of your ego...
your egg
perhaps i will give you an egg
rather than an apple
i will be the devil that will give you the egg
a magical tree
that grows on a tree
like money
i will be this devil
i will give you an egg from a tree
i will say it's a fruit...
and i will leave you there...
that would be my only life...

the thoughts would get me drunk when coupled with emotions-grief-like-drugs....

had to think of a title...
but that would be my genesis story:
i would pluck an egg from a tree
and that would be the forbidden tree
i would pluck an egg from a tree
after having pressed two apples
into a cider and got tipsy and sniffed
some Polish grass from the field
i will be dementia riddled
then i'll eat some magic mushrooms and i will
go on fighting while my grandfather
didn't have the spirit of adventure
and died by the television
and penitent recovering alcholic
but i have the spirit of adventure
and fair enough he was like a pillar
of enough words to tease my IQ over...

             but i woke up with a dream
where i was dreaming....
where i was swimming
and kicking my legs
and my mind apart
a funny thought
that wasn't a dream
a dream of reflexes and delayed reflections
and the dynamic of the reflexive mind
in old age
and not the reflective mind in old
that allows memory to sweep and seep in
and distort that not even keeping up
with the news and daily crosswords
and keeping up with soap operas doesn't help...
the boss calls me up and says he wants me to get
there early like... 11am?
Tony from E.E.S. calls me...
                wait wait... just working football stadiums
and dealing with thugs
now is working at Wimbledon...
i passed by Vallorie...
this old woman i work with
so i guess now there will be
whispers
how did Matthew get to work at Wimbledon...
how did Matthew get a job at
Wimbledon and
doing! **** me! he's on the RESPONSE TEAM...
but did you see how he was dressed?
he took: SMART-CASUAL to the next level!
he took how he dressed! to the next level!
oh simple joy like
i have the fur of a fox and a hyena...
no no!
don't come for 11am...
your sign in is for 1pm.... but just come after noon...
an hour before the before time...

        little world literature: not exactly feeling like goo-
but at least feel good like glue:
at least i'm keeping the words intact and i
try to forget:
if the problem of Europe's the continent
that funnels the movement of people against
the other continents
then treat Europe in that Special Place
as being the Only Temporal Continent
Europe is not a Spatial Continent:
Asia moves through
Africa moves through
sons... daughters!
we have created our freedom!
let us love Europe
when we move away
and come back and leave grand
train stations
let's be the IDIOM LIBERALISM-AWAY
and Conservatism-ELSE...

but Europe can be a pseudo-Continent
like Israel is a pseudo-Arab country
in the middle east....
Africa stays...
there was never really a united Europe
that's the problem
there can only be a united
America-Africa-Australia-America:
666!
AAAA!
like             ASIA!
America America North South
two almost continent
like when South America drifted from
Africa
and somehow attached
itself to the umbilical chord
of Mexico...
and north american
but yes.... AMERICA! AFRICA! AUSTRALIA! ASIA!
and Europe is not really a continent
if
only if you think of Russia and Poland
and a people that moved the least
that is the only little Poland
i think just that part of land is worth
the argument of the indigineous people
of the continent....
the rest is a fluid mix of people from
the words of the Roman Empire...
the English were once Kelts...
ok oh ok chop chop! get moving
but the people of the Great Migration
didn't actually move that far
the Poles were the laziest
they lay in a field having left
the great dark forest of your yet
ability to feld
and give honey manna from the sun...
but the other people moved so far apart
Europe can't be a spatial continent
Europe must be an Eternal Component
and part Continent:
but the Vatican and Lucifer's Venice....
the Jewish Venice...
i am yet to see Rome....
and perhaps i go i will win something
and have enough free money
to have a weekend in Rome
like a Pope
like not looking for love
like already bein married
big G...
i mean to see Rome like a lowly oh shoe
and crimson glaring i do just
want to be alone and lastly say goodbye
to Europe and leave it with peace...
oh i believe it took the French
enough inbreeding moments to craft the cheese:
and only in Europe:
but what the **** will you do
when America-Africa-Asia-Australia
are treating Europe like a *******...
sort of happy time travel
existential disneyland
i mean we can go back
to the farmers of Ukraine
and Russia just said!
you ******* rebel! against Europe!
i support you all the way!
this is how Russia loves Ukraine
and makes jokes of Europe!
give me your political correctness strip naked
to a transgender liberal pseudo apocalypse
punk-clown-goth...
me n ot sober?
this is the spirit of Poland rebelling
at sniffing the sick
and i know why there's a war in Ukraine:
the Slavic people would rather fight against
themselves
than succumb to an octopus capitalism
not the sort of communism
and it's a mind virus
post-capitalistic
i hope you don't see it my way...
but it's a mind virus
the great descent of either god or devil
or neither...
just how offspring behave when born into
polar opposites:
i want to leave Europe like a sterile ground...
the road was paved from Chernbyll
and how did my psyche collapse
i think
forget
how many times was
an attempt made on my life
i was told of
i was asked to be killed
from birth
in the hospital almost choked to death
etc.
pain is memory blocker:
i want to forget certain things
and if i keep to my athletic of writing
i will not think of much....

but it hurt so much that i forgot
being online last night...
i forgot that i was online
i think that's the realization of the ills
of this exposure...
jumping bait: spider-carrot...

who beside a serpent
a tiger
a monkey said
to another monkey:
a mushroom
a hallucinogenic ****
perhaps it was a story of
Adam and Adam or
how does it go:
Adam and Steve....
i think it was a hallucinogenic
**** *******
whether byproduct is actual
homosexuality
then yeah
once upon a time
there was cohesion of genius
and that's why the pyramids were
built
and only the Eiffel tower was built
as tall if not taller after...

because there was no Competition
of the Solipsistic School:
which was covert:
kept secret by the highest Caste of the Mantra
of Solipsism:
the Retards and Broken Hold our Census...
our Herald for Nations and Continents...

there was a congregation of genius and intellect:
which later became coupled with inequality of woman's
choices:
because the autism Copernicus
and the genius of Galileo
for rhetoric... now call it the Copernican-Galilean
coupling: eternal...
think how it happened when
intelligent minds worked together
before the glut of the people who need to talk...

but Europe can't remain a stable place:
too many ants in their pants states...
how many people in Europe haven't moved
at all...
can we treat Europe like
we treat the London Underground...
i mean:
we can be Europeans in Africa
like the South Africans
and at least we know what went
wrong under Communism and
what happened right in South Africa...
at least we know how post-Colonial states...
better wonder about South Africa
than being so ***-buckled-bugged
upon the Collapse of the British Empire
i am still grieving the Partition of
the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth...
i'd rather think of post-colonialism and the
argument for South Africa...
if the problem of immigration from Africa
into Europe
then i am the first....
SALUTE! MATEUSZ KONRAD ELERT
i petition for our claim to South Africa...
i want a piece of Africa...
i want my land!
come into Europe!
i want South Africa back...
you didn't live here: ******! too cold! too cold!
i want a post-Europe back:
can i have the South African lands back...
you didn't live in south africa: niggz...
you didn't live in south africa!
i want my south africa back!
you give me back south africa
so i can take the french, the english,
the italians the spanish the germans....
some weird greeks...
but the greeks are in with the Jews
and the Turks... ok...
we not taking them....
no Scandinavians...
they were too ugly to the English
the Slavs are keeping the Scandinavians...
we are the people of the "continent"
you gave us Rome and Jupiter and London
you *******...
let us curate it... like perfection:
don't worry about who delivers what kangaroo
and what raccoon...
          
      but i need my south africa back, mate...
i need my part of the continent:
sure thing: you come here with the idiot arabs
and their sand-dusters of machines vroom vroom
like idiot idea of conquest
forgot to mention:
oh yeah... Arabia is not treated like a continent:
sub-continent thinking
unlike India
that's considered a sub-continent:
Arabia is not deemed a sub-continent
of Asia...
because... it's *******... a later starter...
the easy **** with sand under your *******
until the Jews comes and you repay Jews
by sending them to the Germans...
well... to the Poles... but then obviously
you did some so bad that
a Polish boy and a Jewish girl
heard about it or something
so ******
the Germans were the tools of the deeds
but the Arabs were the masterminds
of the Holocaust
and i guess the origins of Israel is rather
Unique it's a cognitive conundrum
a democracy a nation a people
agreeing then
disagreeing yet still banding together...
oh yeah: war in Ukraine?
of course the Ukrainians that they are
getting so cheap
it's like Russia laughing:
guess who the **** we are rearming...
we're getting ready to invade...
you idiots just have us weapons!
and the Poles are like...
are we here, ready... for the rollercoaster?
are we going to war?!
wow!
what sympathy for Ukraine:
the amount of weapons they are getting
idiots are arming their enemy
i mean: RETARDO LASSO! RAPHEL ROSSO TED
LASSO!
Johnny Noiπ Feb 2019
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and third in. And they use
two meanings of pets.
The clean and ***** or *****
sky of Aviva and the unnatural.
You are groups of natural
things that are greedy and
conservative people
of your genes. Philosophy
Jane is an ancient
philosopher of philosophy.

The empirical means of neanimu
expressionism (mind-mind). Gold
breaks karma - Devices, diamond
membrane Darvi's Bed Textiles
Kawama karma - the local universal
community is a pure white mind.
Sistar is an indisputable fact, not
acquired by the spirit of jihonismu.
For example, if Jane's philosophy
will cause the body to recover.

Celestial beings, people of Genesis
Nyrakis, plants and animals.                The tip of the nose
has only one meaning: that is correct.
Touch The yen starts early and changes
often Smeshery. Some of these changes
are higher than Zeno's ideas promoted
and warned of karma. Furthermore,               I believe that the origin of faith
                                                                ­   is not a non-heroic spirit. The soul,
as the state of the soul is unbreakable,
is running. One to another, the gypsies
are immortal, and are found in the grid
or Hinduism of the Hindu and Roman
shamasar. The theosophy of Iblea,
ancient Hindu and Buddhist Akichiko,
but pasta, on the other hand, began to
spread from 8.4 million in the mouth.
This spirit of Paddamay means, the
legend is the body of Jennyho. These
include the human body, body, bathroom,
air and plants. All the acts of people and
people say, as to the rain, the farm, the
food and the way of the soul, or that they
are, or die as substitutes, of the living soul
of God and born of this disease. Improper
use, destruction or death of an individual
if the section is considered a sin, which is
a denial of negative karmic results.

Unnecessary images of the soul,
who know eternal life outside of
that Salah. The son extends the
greatest freedom to the country,
especially to the ambitious character.

Women, especially the freedom
of religion from the fear of the body
of the new man, must be born
the last of the darkness of the body.
Or the points of view, the Jamaican
point of view of the soul of the group
and so many, especially Saraibra
of the heresy of the Nazarenes: those
who believed in the liberation
of Samaras. On the other hand,
a contradiction or contradictory
Janus verses, direct or indirect,
in Buddhist previews. Janis
traps are located in a degraded
economy and in plants.
Once again, Buddhism, Hinduism
and all aspects of life, we have
to ensure that the problem in the subject,
as in the legs of the feet, and the seeds.

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