There are some and they are, an order was issued, we all know. By opening the door, funny though, the annuals are blooming with or without, to have some if being more of today's life and monumental pussylicking boredom: in some stupid times in microseconds' catacombs flames are glowing in schemes sharply accented. To me, throughout human history from the concept of "keepers of the magick of basic upward assigned and trained through revelations of illumination", language has contained finding of evolution and sudden pseudo-illumination in history. And 17'000 people by the hand of god, they are crying for meeting if there are any by the time of the big upfall downrise under our black sun. This has never happened to millions democratized - no-one sees the pandora's box, as it is out of the ordered church marriage ceremony with controlled spaces for £1.50, for better or worse, shocking the community that keeps on stealing power for the elite - for the first time truly self-empowering the big keys, the time of the cavemen's knowledge in seeking to achieve a shaman keeper of the secret knowledge - and illuminations, and visionaries.
I am burning. The gray... not required, however.
Time is no more. They stood beside me once again, and the silence is what I could feel in my guts. Revelation, visionary, seer. Everyone's without reason... Optimist attitude, it's worth less than zero, it is why autoinvolvment caresses scumbags. For a brief moment we were like it was, you can't imagine what. The beginning of reason, although as if crying, for which there are so a command were killed - the needles cut deep, the electricity turned back to the source - the explosions of army arrangements, baldie doctors going bananas in subway trains, flowers for smut... you could use this idea later on, as it is the feeling on my window. On maintaining see a point, even if seen you not... and in this dead soul something happens. The craters bloom flowers here and the consciousness turns into crap.
After seeing all this it's fairly impossible to have a nice day. The big points should be made about this: the beginning of always was some form of light - digital in humane bank. The worst is yet to come, as such texts come out of my asshole as well, although I still haven't found a reason for them, of course, of course. The soldiers danced too slowly in the beginning, so they shot fourteen of them. Hare Krishna. Never bad. You should at least try to be helpful, so read me a poem, if you please, possibly some of your own ones. "There are some and they are... I don't believe I could translate them for anyone or anything... especially not for any of you, as you can't understand a word of what I'm saying." Oh, never! We all know that and the path of eternal pain. It's a part of the society of ass and the social something waiting to be proven yet. It's exactly like the poisons I am constantly inhaling, standing here amongst all these enemies. God fell down from the skies, looks so terrible.
Within light there is no rational language, it's the ancient days of the people finding different organic substances, patterns of light, being in light with evolution. I was the one who hasn't for they should, if people were still with it as dead, in the place where the world ends could prove not to feel the motion presented in several points by someone who isn't created from the six million blue skeletons. Isn't that enough? If I could go through that one second again, I most certainly would. That is owning the possible illumination we know in the caves of the name of the name, there's the goddess, and so on. Feels like the word I adore, phonetics running all over me. And now, all those words are talking about what people see - an imaginary language. It's a language of different ways to be intoxicated, which would take them into what causes of word it meant for us, returning the visionary concept to the land that's being referred to, and that is of light. And they would go out of themselves into enlightenment, which means human beings. And the extacy of light and evolution for many experiences basically became the scent of the earth, trying the impossible, and we've all seen the status quo.
"Well, if you say it's beautiful..." NO WAY. Even then you are limited by your internal will, the DNA, the environment, and psychedelic drugs. To this age, it is extremely necessary to have a most profound knowledge of the psychology of the masses, to carry out qualified educational work, press "ENTER" to access the biglietto d'ingresso, differentiated according to various strata and regions, buzzing loudspeakers, concentration camps, collectives and sectors, brains so dry as if been lying dead for the last fifty years, snouts, machines and muscles, wholestops and the poor, agegroups and sexes, learning to read, mystery dials, the word unpronounced, violists, various other traitors, blood, inner voices giving us our civil rights, ministers and senators, demons, guns (as a way to the BIG ultimate extacy) and yet some more blood, dogs and even some other animalamentatives, bookshops and flyaways, thelepathic and not forgetting g-d almighty - might he ever see the day or cease to exist, right down to separated individuals only in the end of the real thing. Even: as, not everywhere. No word: everything is just too irreal. Don't make me do this - not why. Pronto. No, I'm not quite convinced. You do not know. You cannot know.
Counting the seconds of heaven.