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Hail hail! The Yew tree beckons, from the pasts of mental fortitude, and sexual indulgence. Welcome, to the show, of death. It is pliable and yet a force that can and will become the forerunner of inevitability - the matriarch of the wingless hawk, the fire burning in his eyelids, and dying in his body.
Enveloped in warmth, the children play with thoughtless glass giraffes, mewing out the sick tears of the long dead past residents of old earth. There is no golden goose. Wisdom obtained, and knowledge derived, you embrace it, thinking that becoming one with the train will let you guide the rail. Fall down and feel the stinging metal sweet of the cold wet death. wake up and smell the ash of tortured eyelids, the spit of hated enemies, the betrayal of the long-haired blushing virgin.
Regain, Reborn, Let down you enemies and embellish in the liquid reality of infinity. Fight for the meaning of your sister's weeping tired pillow, and rub the heated figment of synagogue's creation.
"Torture" the putrid angel cries as it's winter soft wings stretch out into the darkened existence. Secrets wave and wallow in the somber reality of obsession and counter the replaced singers of ancient Moorish kings. The jackal waits outside the preacher's field, his eyes pointed like daggers, cutting into the night of sacred infidelities and becoming the source of vision and lust.
The crimson idol stands before a once dead maiden and with a smile of shock that could drop the horse, he blows out a horn of insanity and calm. "Seek no more what the round features of compulsion body chaos, madman." The message becomes a meaningless drone that silences the minds of infinite dancing fools, giving their hearts to sentiment and bastard time.
The vessel is separated, observing from a distance in a clouded tower, where the conception of self is defined by disconcerting thoughts and intelligent murder.
The Hunch of the Yew! Rune, the flames of fruitless fledgling elks walk out among the hail of blood, the shatter of trees, the soaking of ground. Where innocence hides in a veil of rain-swept lilies, the old force is suckling on the tit of mother and bottle, the gluttony overwhelming the monstrosity and transforming the beast into a swaggering swine.
CLICK CLACK, THE VOICE IS BACK.
THE BERRIES STICKY AND HOT IN THE SUN OF THE NIGHT SWEET TO YOUR TOUCH UPON THE SOFT SECRETS OF THE INNER-BEAUTY. CLICK-TIGHTNESS-RATTLE, THE VOICE IS BACK. IF A CALL for SINGING HURDLING, SHEPRD, ABILITY it WE GROUPS the MEANING of the FLAME! CALLS TO THE PURE BRIDES! CALLS TO THE HOPELESS LIVES! DEAR POLICEMAN, I AM REBORN.
MEANING, DEATH, THE DANCE OF THE LIFE SWINGS ON ITS COURAGEOUS SHOULDERS, THE SLOW CRY OF THE HARD BOYS ROUGHENING SLOW-ACTING ONE AND HIGHEST ONE LOVE, THE PEOPLE OF THE MOON DYING AND LIVING IN ONE INSTANT, WHILE THE PEOPLE OF THE SUN AND BIRTHED BAKED, EACH DAY THE LIES OF THE PAST RECEIVING AND FORGETTING.
The WORLD WAS TURNED TOP SIDE DOWN, the MEANING WAS TAKEN, AND BUGGERED, BY the FORGIVING PEOPLE'S Who THEN REJECTED IT SITTING IN a COLD PUDDLE, ENTRANCE BACK into the SWAMP. IT'S....
"IS EVERYBODY IN?
IS EVERYBODY IN?
IS EVERYBODY IN?
The CEREMONY IS ABOUT TO BEGIN."
PATIENT THE SUCKLING CHILD, HIDES ITSELF IN HIS TERRIBLE BAG AND LAUGHS TO THE NUDE RED ANIMALS, THOSE, SWEATING GOING AND RAISES THE LIFE. WAKE UP! THERE IT, ITS FUTURE, IS UNAVOIDABLE PATIENT THE SMOOTH CREATURE, IT'S THE ENORMOUS HEAD, WHICH BITES TO YOUR MEAT! NEVER PROCLAIM TO ITS PAST, IT'LL HEARING IT! IN a FAIRY TALE COUNTRY, IT LIFE WON'T AFFAIR. THEIR BODY BELONGS TO IT! SHIFTY SHY UNFORMED TADPOLES AND FROGS WITH the DONKEYS PAINTED LIKE END PIECES
during the hour friendly away slides and I onto my back my conscious puts, does not verse-eat still beseech and render here leans fades black starting from a prophet spurred by your Design DARING not distribution its Muse for the lost high kingdom,which did not wake you mind's, which is fantastic, a cruel Ruse, which is greater, as completely a man healthy of earthly the area reject could no violet sky,no internal peace still sky, which will stimulus hell the sights, which mean desire by your lip-hot-forged through are shaped. THE CROOKED CRITICAL FISHER POINTS AT YOU WITH HIS SILENCE ACCUSING YOU OF LIVING UNDER THE BED AND BEATING YOUR MIND OUT WITH A CLUB.
She's all means understanding in its palm, like a defenseless kitz, STRUCK ME DOWN AND WALKS "OBEY" The WASSERSPEIER THREW ITS SHADE ON YOUR WET BACK, LIKE to a SICKENING CARNIVORE ITS BURNING EYES the MOST TERRIBLE SIGHTS SIGNING AND FORGING. LEAVE TO RUN RUN RUNNING! THE ATTORNEY CARVES IT ABOVE, YOUR FACE WITH THE NEW MARKINGS PARALLEL L'S. WOULD THEY LIKE A KILLING, OR WOULD THEY LIKE A FUCKING? THE HOTEL MAN IS LUBRICATING FILM FORMATION OF UNDERNEATH YOUR SKIN - RECEIVING IT INWARD. GET INSIDE DARK PONY, GET INSIDE. SHE'S ALL IN THE MOUTH, AND BEING TURNED BY THE TRIBES.
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Just a little smile is moonfade of navigation of expansion of this
life. View is surrounded, the clothes to which whisps of the ardor
which is surrounded has been attached and was painted. Is this dream
being clear, the blue honest person? Or that in sense of conviction of
the gambler?
The warehouse curator, the step which "is seen, accesses
the person. My sale which has crushed. "" Ohio state, as for me that
beef of ring. A which on the bottom of destiny and the sliped person
by that side which is regrettable, reproduces the thing where I
thought of that "is the speculator who had the preteen angel answered.
Is there a mouth which has the value of dollar?
So the lock it is possible to be bought because a little?
The margin which does not meet
is not I. You yourself, directly lock cancel the queen of summary of
the Greek of your king clear statement and Poland. The Mandrake saw
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Gryph of kind, my dear policeman. Ask ovalicular the triumph of the non-circular logic. Welcome blondie, welcome for the saturation of the rubber. To cover cuts and attempts, the Fibrosis of the kind. Beads of the ocean joy whirl their renting code into the falling girl, as downtrotten and commonly terminate them. Where is is policeman ""? Where in the passages of our understanding is.
PRRRRrrrr....Prrrrrr.... SILENT CASE OF LOST AMBITIONS TEETeRING ON THE DEPTHS OF MAN'S DARKEST DESIRINGS! TAKE THE BABY AND SLASH IT TO THE FLOOR, REMORSING IN IT'S PAINFUL LOSS OF SUBJECT AND FIDELITY! THIS IS THE CAUSE OF GRAND ILLUSIONS, AND I ITS MASTER!
Tighten Bullit, king of the glider questions its meaning, while the triumphierende king with murder is content. Its meaning admits already, around to be nothing, thus in the Fortschr1tt finds it the blunt drums and the bangs. KNALLBBBBANGggg. A cold war of kind catches in the south -, spread fever and in pimplous the faces, those the not-aligned winter sky bite on. The heat is umbearable, if it is concentrated. Do you, my aged wife von Tagen agree past since that? The man, which is infadel, which strives, in the meaning automatically lost. The poet is manufactured by his poetry, and therefore satirist the that, which he satires. This is the way of the animal, the impact of the moment and the reason for our case. Gryphon. |
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May. 2nd, 2004 @ 11:03 pm
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Dear Policeman, as it is woven, so will it unravel
Dawn to nightfall, careless of our travel
Begins and ends with nothing, what's to lose?
Death holds no judgement, no pounding gavel.
Dear policeman,
I WRITE. In entropy slipping, general disturbance, however a constant internal Massage did not lose miscarriages of justice. THIS, is the theory of Neverending, of nothingness and Retribution. Welcoreel, is it the meaning and is alone, is on built by western ways. If you COVER the singular, familiar ways are not stupid supplying, but.
Perspective is KEY.
Miracle IS FREQUENTLY USED. What exists to lose? Nothing to nothing, gambling debts Non existant, ONLY bud $ trucks REALMS of the MINERALS, the BODY of the mass. Exits are endless. If you avoid it, dear POLICEMAN means, because they continue. Decseion -, preaching, indefinite fight and capacity completely bearable in the forms of the fight. Ask for perspective recieve of the centered Seins opinion of their OWN EFFECT.
This is to say an endless many time of errors, disorders, misdirection. This is the case, but "lies well" inside sight. (is ALWRONG?)
Inspiration, you believe to the term my dear policeman? It rises, in order to meet you, the others, which accept it. WASTE! THE OTHER ONE! MUSE is, where ways find their successors. MUSE is frequently hidden briefly, unaffected, innoccent, guiltily and. Say in so little as much! This is the Tact of from inside truth. Aint that the truth?
WEEEEOOOOO ---->, that the frequency the Prosa - > the effort from ends is. If you are not afraid, do not pray extremism are largely only in the extreme moderatism on. Aint THAT the truth?
Do you know, where I can think for one minute? It is too useful, one with the Silence and us to become more ponder... elves. The meaning of Vunderkunt. PRICE OF NOTHING HELPS, WHICH TO DEFINING, WHICH IS UNDETERMINABLE ONE, DEAR POLICEMAN.
Discover or a number of it. Hey, dilly dattle, affecting southern sea, view out after it and wake up you with mornings; Brightness. Disappearing, blindness is slow-acting, but amazing clarity permit a dreaming. If you see the tropical light, remember, to where it you feeling is also. remind where, reminding of you you belong...
Possibly traffic streams, the ship fly. In the damp damp rain, if the moon is bright straight to you, reminding belong to function man:
Sails you the world in a silver cap,
you designate your sunrise of a telephone,
remember you, to when the dream map,
your person is not alone.
The desire of hapiness and fullfilled dreams,
and sadness and the average means,
straight hope remember at when it at their you last,
there are truth in VONDABLAST.
would sign here for the confidence of your sails and a desire is to the warmer water. Dear policeman, I am tape. Hello policeman, isn;t it today? "I receive a NEW AGREEMENT!", They found serious a Osterei.
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He flickering wonders, there's no need to deny it. The summer sun has come and set the sign of future. Can you wear that in your cap and still call me your "baby?" You're bluffing PJ, I can felt your strength of giant oxen-men. Fishing flashlight fire-point of the delicate latch. The Dog is missing, There's a feeling of empty phone-quiet! But, the hands of the Jobe still seriously feel. It's a long long road, but looking back it is slipping. The visions of the past, kept me caught in the beat. Inside the past, infinity tells me it's sleeping. It's sweeter when you're feeling it, and painful when denied. The more you know, the more you'll miss the inspiration. Hey Muse, are you busy? I need a feeling of quiet.
The old-man whispered to me a legend of depression and hunger. I turned down my ear and it started to thunder. The warrior cries, and I cannot deny him! The truth is his soul, and the girl is fired. A burn and an image, imprinted on my brain. The loss of the feeling, the loss of her frame. Colloquial visions leave me nothing but time, and the loss becomes a pain. Beauty brings me it's hero, and he fails me.
Despise me, recognize me, it's quite the same. I'm beaten, I've fallen, I'm without a rule. How long will it be for your head to be released? From the joker, the profit, the captain and thief? Let's keep it on pause now, to fill in the grave. The air touches bodies, and the stench fills the air. It's a drain on your life, and the figure's the same. Follow your instincts, let's love in the park. There, they'll stone us and question our hearts. This is the end of the road for me.
Dear Policeman, I can't cross away. Give me my release, I promise you still. The hairy old rider will accompany your gut. The clamor, the Trotting, the promising rut. Play it again, they say it's a cure. I don't know it's nature, but I know it's for sure. So, It's the mood to remember her dark-tan face, well let me go, this is getting too true. I'm bawling about the expected, returning to a state lost in myself. WHERE IS THE LITTLE BOY, DEAR POLICEMAN? WHAT HAPPENED TO HIS IDLE BURDEN? The answer, I fear, is lost in the north.
You can do that, Policeman. I forgive you. Again we commence, let's make it a sure thing. I'll bring the whiskey, you bring the rage. |
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Sweet long sweet villains. Make me feel the way of prose wild body. Is it to your liking? Your longing? Went down so long, I hardly recognized my face in the sun. Burnt and dreamed, I follow with pride. Truth be i seem to you: Feeling Inside. Baby, It's a sun-bolt. Tears are an rye. After a while, the swelling of your mind refuses my hot breath. I'm appealing to your medicine, the cure for myself. Dear Policeman, inverse are you! Together we erase the, make it come true! Isolation beauty, is easy for me! Together that beauty, is fleeting and free. Dear Policeman, the downing began again. Inspiration met with not a great work, but a slap in the face. It could always have been better, yet an eventual look of satisfaction will meet it. Can you feel my tongue tonight? Let it slide and cry! YOUR MY ENVELOPING TRUTH OF YOUR LIES! old man, I forget your look and dip back into the flow. It's reminiscent and sentimental, but we're different not to think the same over the years. Familiar is your eden, my fool to your soothe. Whisper to me again, i need to know the darkness.
Mar. 30th, 2004 @ 08:14 pm
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BEVER- I have your baby.
What am I the doings of in the sun? Can the skylark swine my total feeling and test my strength? Is it then designed, my dear policeman, to defeat me? Is it the non-abraisive, non-streaking, mulitsurface? What is the becoming?
Stuggling father in the mighty cane,
i reach out in vain.
Can you call the future with a single breath,
Seel our fate with saftey net?
Dearpoliceman, i gain at your shoulder to cream the outer edges of reality. This is my definition, this is what I! have become. The destroyed of yesterday sleeping on the dungeon of the man-filth. Tangled in your truth, mangled in your death, I am affection.
And, Dear policeman, I AM GOD.
Mar. 2nd, 2004 @ 09:48 pm
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Dear policeman, I address this statement. When is it in existance that pacificity comes? It is in... No.! It is where the native country German. Spirit-ill, everything pursue you think it? I am surprised, dear policman, my policeman, if offering completes at all. Objective, after completion me less than forwards leaves, beginning with new objective. Satisfaction does not exist from the unequal surface, and I am forced to begin more rueber a cycle of the endless completion. Do you hear it, dear policman? My wonderfuls truth is hopeless gorge within my, since I sing a Song. Roses have small thumbs, but Explication is senseless. Where is the goal of the absolute importance? WHERE ALL ERRING WENT? Dear policeman, I get you this without anger, but interpret it instead of am truth through sincerity on. Do you take inside? I am surprised if a man box... at all.
Feb. 3rd, 2004 @ 06:41 pm
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Feel that sound? The message is corrupted by the feathered song of fate. Reluctance to apply, and inner truth are abashed by the whimsical music of another softer chance. Bliss, is the unexpected. Ironic Irony: THe mundane of life. All life, dear policeman, has this nature that drives it's inverse proportionality, CAn you feel the screem? They called you, you know. They are not strangers to the untouched ear, merely feeling unfelt and singled out. This is my message, dear policeman. This is my god.
Jan. 25th, 2004 @ 06:22 pm
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Case of today's understanding hnt around truith into the way and in the ideals aufle. Again I, everything thank those, squek with joy in the underground movements. The treasure of the morning is not spoiled by the smile from today. Give in and to the world sings with you. Refusal automatically after those, which already went through the river, mine is there put. Can we be at all, dear policeman? Is possible to exist to begin within an impact and?
DEAR POLICEMAN, I am to the faith you? Dear one PolicEMAN, IS endless the LIGHT that? THEY ARE NOT determination $ strength, DEAR POLICEMAN! DEAR POLICEMAN, ARE THEY NOT the NONE, for APPLICABLE I AMN! RAGE! Incr$easing anger! CONDEMN YOUR CHESTS OF FORGIVING, LOVE POLICEMEN! Confront me and unchallanged you find the screen of the eternal deception.
Dear PolicEMAN, IS THE LIGHT that infinite?
YOU ARE NO DETERMINATION FORCE, DEAR POLICEMAN!
DEAR POLICEMAN, YOU ARE NOT THE ONLY, for I AMN TRUE! RAGE! INCR$EASING ANGER! DAMN YOUR BREASTS OF FORGIVENESS, DEAR POLICEMAN! FAce me and unchallanged you will find the screen of eternal deception. Dear policman, you and me....Dear policman, we are god.
DAMN IT ALL, WE HAVE BETRAYED US!
Jan. 20th, 2004 @ 05:53 pm
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