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I cut in,
there goes pop,
heard the screams of the parrots,
the monkey voices.
And suffer not flour
think: "Holy shit,
how can these bitches
these sounds make?"

It's amazing how people are beginning to gnaw the conscience, when they safely get home.

My words sad: know;
But sense you do not understand.
I heart tear,
That flour with them to tear!

We must have greatly sinned before we were born or will experience great bliss after death, the Lord God makes us in this life to endure all the agony of the atonement and all the sorrows tests!

If you are doing something on their own - it is a Paradise. If you are doing something against their will is hell.

Humanity eating each other like a dog a dog, last seen, eat up hell will. And still alive that lives with pain.

From the old Mook need to get rid of as well as a snake gets rid of old skin. This must be done in order to grow new relationships and to understand the constraints that imposed the old flour.

Everything in this life comes to an end, but only the suffering and anguish of the end have not.

Man is born in pain, especially in adulthood.

I know that thoughts of suicide tormented her. But I also know that the decision to commit suicide she took a calm, submissive mind. This decision gave her relief, and, in that moment, sitting in the bathroom for a long time she was happy.

Try not to forget those bright promises that give while in Hellfire...

How little doctors know about the pain that we are condemning their patients

How not to marvel at the people of the Earth - low bow to them - that on the backs of their regular flour are not only found the strength to live, but also created a false philosophy and a surprisingly lying, no-good and bad art, inspiring them to continue to beat my head against a void - for selfish as they touchingly believe purposes!

Joan in the guise of Sappho with Pompeian frescoes, perhaps, was the only true love in my life. It was not as physical and visual simulation - it was customary for androgynous - and the undoubted authenticity of the experience. If you've ever been in love the young, clean and fully trust you creature, you will understand what I mean. This is happiness, and pain, and an intolerable burden. So I'm not too disposed to describe his experience: it wasn't in the words and touch that we shared, it was in the finest wonderful feelings, butterflies mounted on my soul. Jeanne thought of me as something of a goddess and constantly complained to me about the painful futility of his life, its accompanying pain. She believed I could save her. In the end I had to make a choice between personal feelings and business and, as is often the case in our spirited time, won the business.