Rage born of solitude, outcast.
Short and direct as dangerous sect… Founder of a religion like dear S… It Was a reality, not an urban my… Not principles, that I actually a… Nor lack of Cassandra’s touch, se…
Champagne supernova Out of the subject And yet, oddly, pertinent When revisiting a daughter, Such an intimate sentiment,
I had decided not to live with her, although I loved the girl Such nostalgia, alcoholism, even if the chest tightens past 17 years We danced until the temperana afternoon became wet daw...
Your stood by me more times than… You gave me the urge to live only… you My friend stood as my blank point, No blank slate could erase you fro…
Seven o’clock and a bath delayed As indecision wins over the day Or maybe a stale is still on the w… The movie in background now makes… As another pretense to the purpose…
Slumber, Sacred Goat, Satanism, Sacrifice to what we should be, So virtuoso as always was he, Plough, insensate, riding on stone… Parsimonious subject content with…
Não sei solidworks, não sei mecano… E todavia assim e aqui o prego, Uma oração, uma canção, não sei P… Ignoro Gymp, After Effects, pouq… O que sabia era escrita e agora nã…
The pariah’s chant should be regre… The outcast song should be lament… The persecuted should have the voi… And yet, hummingbirds have no voic… Those hearts beats drumming like…
Somethings perceived you when you… Fact only reverberating in you so… To see the young girls of Maria M… Why don’t know from who are writin… But that Xangô says it is an impo…
I rather not smoke for obvious rea… One’s change in response of eviden… And the rat goes insensate underwa… With the nerves flourishing at nig… The vision fierce with expression…
While my body asks for Temperance I persist Arsonist that I may be Never my flames will consume thee O my fever, intemperance
I Think we should keep the answer as simple as the question. “The question, then: Is Schrödinger’s Cat meant to be taken at all physically?” No, that experiment, if practiced as describ...
Near the end of others are us In our saddle of distance or proxi… Near the vain end of animals we co… And continue to another rationaliz… Confrontation!
Words are just painted impressions And the world has taught us how They go astray and turn, or still. We stand upon this tainted hill Of diverted intent and call it his…
Some days must be dready of obscur… Some days must be far from securit… When you walk the path of war, som… So far your chest arbors a beating… So far your legs support your puls…
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