is like feeling the back of my bottom four front teeth and feeling that they are clean
and the fruits that thy soul lusted after are departed from thee and all which were dainty and goodly departed from thee and thou shalt find them no more at all
being with you makes me never want to fall into quoting anything again because it is all original
we roar like bears and mourn sore like doves, we look for judgment but there is none, for salvation , but it is far from us
i promise this is all as steady as my slip-on shoe's traction against the slope up to my apartment, even when it's wet
They say, let him make speed and hasten his work, that we may see it, that we may know it!
amen and amen.
like orphaned Brazilian mutants. only without anything to gird their loins...
i'd like to see the force do this
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