Bleakhouse

Something wicked this way comes

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at Cairo, Georgia

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REKOJ

LAMPSHADES!!! Suddenly I realize why the two of us have always been friends. Lampshades and I both are here in a molecular Linus Pauling kinda way, when a person walks into a room, save for the hallucinating human rule ( cause its hard to give accurate assumptions when they are out looking at lampshades and god knows what ) anyways a person walks into a room; and this being is bound by the laws of reality ok . I've never seen anyone point out, caress, or even give it a shifty eyed glance, which it most definitely deserves. I can relate with these under appreciated inanimate items of light loathing, dust hoarding makeup of the definition for banality . In summary, transparency festers in the soul and brain case. So please for the sake of side stepping an unnecessary fray give them there kudos and be on your way. None other than

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Tully’s turmoil.

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Sick call!

R.Kelly and Mr.Big fight for the favors of a female in the fashion of a familiar falsetto. Yet my mind finds the unfreshless lines delicately designed by Ludwig the blind . Second movement of his symphony nine. All the while thoughts flicker, some fly. From non-forgotten & never forgiven fragments of a life diagnosed dying on the vine. I find faith in the fire I feed. No longer likened to that which the living perceive. Flames foster a forsaken feeling I found now 15 years receding. If only I implemented these instruments sooner it's safe to print that the bedlam symphonies I so frequently sing would fail to find a firm footing. So I linger along the length of time as all non-hallucinating life forms. In linear fashion, so form a line and await the acid. With none but clouds as our witness we will embrace the eminent difference we face. And follow this with do diligence; icing on the cake. This path we're to take directly emulates that of Icarus. All but his fate will be a feature of our future unless you pick up your perilous pace. Heaven's misunderstood serenity offers little grace if any . Trials will plague the way & temptation tasted will take those the way of all flesh. Faster than refreshments from David Karesh. Demented will do as an appropriate description if it's your intention to impart on others the detailed visions manifested in our minds mission. Then I implore you to mention all aspects of our position. Also stress the assalt aimed expertly at our senses. Under the influence of lofty decisions determined to defy the ever alluring gravity of the sun . While still near enough to be mistaken as one. Internal insecurities and all notions negating our obvious superiority incinerate upon our increasing proximity to the inferno's vicinity. Take my hand & I will show you infinity. None Other Than