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A pyrrhic measure! In charvatars formed by the ~silver tongues of fire. Let it come.
Zero can be a very large number. Another fairytale fades to grey..stuck together with God's glue.
When god doesn't give you lemons, deform and paint an orange to look like one. Many-fingered, a silver tongue, a whis~pered word in the dark that makes one believe the game can be won.
Heaven! that aught I miss the sugar,waiting for an absolution that will never come.I've fallen in love with understatement all over again. Bastards. Bastard-coated bastards with bastard filling;surprising that you took the joke farther, as you started the whole ordeal. After two rounds of epistaxis-in~du~cing debates, I sweettalked my way back into the realms above.Religion is complex, to say the least. And i constantly find myself at odds with it. Again, I'll deal.
Like a lonely electrical wire strung between two ignored towers we traced the warp of woof of info between this point and that- breaking to amuse ourselves with things that do not exist but nonetheless unerringly please our senses.
I have to deal, really. There's no other choice.
Is there?
Zero can be a very large number. Another fairytale fades to grey..stuck together with God's glue.
When god doesn't give you lemons, deform and paint an orange to look like one. Many-fingered, a silver tongue, a whis~pered word in the dark that makes one believe the game can be won.
Heaven! that aught I miss the sugar,waiting for an absolution that will never come.I've fallen in love with understatement all over again. Bastards. Bastard-coated bastards with bastard filling;surprising that you took the joke farther, as you started the whole ordeal. After two rounds of epistaxis-in~du~cing debates, I sweettalked my way back into the realms above.Religion is complex, to say the least. And i constantly find myself at odds with it. Again, I'll deal.
Like a lonely electrical wire strung between two ignored towers we traced the warp of woof of info between this point and that- breaking to amuse ourselves with things that do not exist but nonetheless unerringly please our senses.
I have to deal, really. There's no other choice.
Is there?