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whispering
morning keep the streets empty for me
morning keep the streets empty for me
uncover our heads and reveal our souls
we were hungry before we were born -
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Doleful in its reticence, Thunder whimpers its way from the land of tides to the mount of gods. A beggar in gray robes with desires offered in open palms. Its flashing eyes settle skyward, and beneath the watchful sun its endless hubris takes its root. -
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“Barukh Atta Adonay Eloheynu Melekh Ha-olam Asher Kiddeshanu Be-mitsvotav Ve-tsivanu Lehadlik Ner Shel khanuka.”
“Barukh Atta Adonay Eloheynu Melekh Ha-olam She-asa Nissim La-avoteynu Ba-yyamim Ha-hem Ba-zzman Ha-zze.”
“Barukh Atta Adonay Eloheynu Melekh Ha-olam She-hekheyanu Ve-kiymanu Ve-higgi'anu La-zzman Ha-zze.” -
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Went to Rally to Restore Sanity and have been working on an imaginarybeasts submissions and some papers, hence silence. Will post submission when it's done!
Tell me about your heartaches ( Read more... ) -
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You can run you can run
Tell all my friends I'll be back, ya'll take it easy
You can run you can run
Tell my friends I'll be back, we love ya baby good night to ya
And I'll be standin' in the crossroads
I believe I'm sinkin' -
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Frenzies of subservience, long lean shadows which follow the path of erudite kings. Empty white spaces overflowing with lust and greed. Compassion tempered to weakness now that fingers stroke the brilliant swelter of the stars. Rubble and ruin, no glory, no master: tending the garden the only work the pure may yet bend their emptied hands to.
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