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No Certus Nos Servo SermoShe wont let you fly, but she might let you read I sent our sons and mics and macs, and ancestors back.No Certus Nos Servo Sermo
She didn't choose this life, and she didn't want to choose your life, either God made her from the sun and the sky and the claws on your fingers, and eyes to see So that if we stopped believing in him we would have someone else to sin for.
Animal skeletons in muddy puddles, they never
seem to go away, and history is taking its time.
(Evolution. That was her name.)
It's been years since I sent them away, and I remember how t
kigfbegr6Looking for love in all the wrong places And finding it there anyway Her mother sips her tea and shrugs airily; The sun will run its course.kigfbegr6
M.A.'s Theory of DesperationI have a theory.M.A.'s Theory of Desperation
But so does every philosopher who ever stood, on the edge of the wharf, his hands in his pockets. Looking out to where the river meets the sea in a flurry of flying fish and sandcastle skeletons. Trying to make out the sums and equations and relativity between this and that; through the fog that hangs there. They reach out with their hand, pallid and too-long-fingered, wary-eyed and heavy-hearted; and their questions would be answered not with a relieved laugh but with a sigh.
E=MC²? why didn't I think of that.
And then they would turn away from that shifting mist that eloped with
One, Two, Free, FourDon't take to Beethoven, child. The Ninth is the only honest thing we ever did done.One, Two, Free, Four
Paper boats are less of a truth; you wont be as devastated when they sink, but you will be on your own in the crazy calm before the storm.
The oil-slicked rivers never held so much paper until now; the child doesn't understand that way leads onto way, as Frost once said. He wears his yellow slicker and red gumboots, even in the spring. Desperate, and Genesis can't help him now.
But the puddles are there. Yes, and he can see th
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I really appreciate it
-Isaiah
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Check out my Gallery [link]
The majority of my work is unedited. Photos are posted how they are downloaded for my camera.
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Everything I do I rush through
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Something is wrong, is there anything I can do?
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so pregnant with meaning i am lactating not really
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so pregnant with meaning i am lactating not really
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Everything I do I rush through
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so pregnant with meaning i am lactating not really
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"A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world"
-Oscar Wilde
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Everything I do I rush through
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"A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world"
-Oscar Wilde
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Everything I do I rush through
So that I can do
Something else.
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Everything I do I rush through
So that I can do
Something else.
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Visit my website at: [link]
Or my blog at: [link]
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"The essential things in life are seen not with the eyes, but with the heart" (The little prince - Antoine de Saint Exupéry)
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hey thanks a lot for favouriting my "æuroboros" sculpture, and my "iinfected" fetus sculpture.
I apologize for my late reply. I haven't been too diligent in answering my messages.
take care, baby puncher...drive safely
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Surgically removed myself from myself with 83% success
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**Art With The Spark**
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Everything I do I rush through
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