BLUE BLEW BOOK

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January 9, 2018

Blue

Blew.

Blue

blew.

CHAPTER I:

Flew, flue.

Faites attention tot ou tard ils vous traiteront comme une renegat.

Be careful sooner or later they will treat you like a renegade.

H se comporte comme la pire des especes parfois vous savez.

H behave like, as, the worst of the species sometimes as you know it.

Ils chassent ou s’ignore en groupe.

They hunt or ignore each other but stay in group.

Restez detachee. Par pitie,

Be, prove detached. By, and for pity.

For the silence remain, whispers for the crowd are all the same.

An opportunity for lose cowardice scene.

I beg you. Don’t think, don’t feel.

At least for this story. Ariadne, without her discretion and her maze secret, theseus (n est rien) is damned.

Taisez, niez rien.

The natural law applied to human beings.

When someone is pretending that such and such job is more important, for example that politics is king of the professional art, that people from other profession, especially working class one are of a lower rank.

What they forget is that politics, the end of the game (prey), politics is hidden so much as it is disgusting, unhonourable, crookedly (CROCK, KILLY), easy play bastard doing profit that are none profit but thieving.

And that the high degree of working class activities is doing it like politician should for one’s and others’ development, well being, and longevity.

Analogically to the presupposed intelligence (the shape of intelligence that have the majority over the when grouped hundred-folded majority, that allow people to pretend their work is worth the death and low rank justification whereas the assumptions is that we are too dumb to cooperate and sanely. And life our liberty. Our in the sense I am a free as happy freedom, free from the damage that we did not let occur.

Man is a wolf to man.

By analogy to the lamb. Eatenon Sundays and slaughter like a gay. Holly hook. Like Christian paradise for lost say.

To abuse a phrase ‘human rights’ in saying that they cannot be found nowhere than in western literature, whereas the fact that we are alive, thinking, doing are at all levels and period the results of the human having applied them.

A question remaining how to avoid the dishonesty and torture?

Hundreds, hoarded.

Hoarder, order.

Mission.

Missing.

Quest.

For you to die happily. Or from being far, or from having to come nearer.

He put lipstick just before the session, looking at me sympathically, let’s saying, I would have consider you were I free.

I thought you skin is gonna turn dry, cosmetics induce violence animals.

And yet, to see him again, like an ink on my brain, impulse the return to his smile, and my jouissance as well.

You were at work this morning, the fountain while my having to rest transforms into imploring siest.

Tonight I have to do the same, try to gather info and thoughts that could count on your having me posted.

It, if, were you in the same position that mine, now that your body ask for a break, I suppose, I compose that tonight earlier requests could install on and in your willingly body and soul my long lasting fire. Even if the spark to me is yours, the one that you maintain at a distance, according to which wooing, holding longer would sound like die. Crodil

Crow-d-deal

As much as I love god, as much as I have to serve its people and lands and people in the sense of other animals.

I don’t want to be a saint. I don’t want to want.

What I want is needing you as much as I may render your world, the world better.

On desire.

It is all that I think I’ ve lived, the hope of belonging to you. Not the property side, simply the hipop.

Don’t let you work properly.

Bourgoisy, privilege, play.

While I was passing by his door. Always, always I made this gesture. A carresse. Visible more or less whether or not there were someonelse. cares

Perhaps recognizes he this gait.

The ruling class are also in the negative or positive sense, the power use by the proletariat, for freeing the people form and from alienation or putting on more chainings.

Yes, my love, what a degenerescence to think just a second, that we are on, one, of power. Of any one.

One day I maight think that I am a single for the rest of this life, the other day thinking that you are my half, or yet vetter, implore.

Deploy all that I may, my astuteness, compereness, compareness, salience, irony of the sort, I would not be able to say with certitude, assert in other word, what is gonna be of my shity life what once I called my destiny. As for my fate. Ate. Hated her as I could, I would teel tell you till then, I crouch on the soil every single day, the bottom of this existence just to know, verify if Dieu, God existed, because Dieu, in French resemble, humble, deux, two, you ma belle. I always say he when I was thinking she because I am a lesbian but I want to write to and for my bro. All the same. for them. But I have ha(l)ve to concert, maintenant, now, holding on to it, instead of going my wife and bro discern, discretedly, because the atmosphere at work, in the street, have me tremble. It is like if everyone wants my liverby, (liberty) eating up to my organs. It is for her it is for her, my freedom, why? Because without nina, neuf, nein, nine, mon rein, mon reign ou rien.

Anin.

Having power, sound like Hawaii. Ha way. I would not know my own name if it started to in array.

I would not know if it worth as big and hard as my nail. I would not know if the response to the question is whether ya or nay. I would not know I am not powerful I am powerless, I am nothing and think the best. Think the best but no for long as every of my gests, are the results of a more or more and more or under too command, that I obey or sieve, obey, or misunderstood, or over-cooked, or every single hue between yes, no, black, white, not the coulours honey, the when the light is none, too much, never plenty. Actually I am like intercepting the voice and themes of the one I d like to die with, but die for is the sole emblem as the problem in fact is that if either she was my half, it would be too good, indeed very nice, for the rest of us, to operate on that. ever

Terry-tory.

Enchained by democracy moto. The opportunities of voting, vowtion, motion, devotion, to the red or blue mafia.

They lie, they serve themselves onto the sweat and the distress.

Of course, one will yawn, problem is that is done might be good but is going so bad, and build, build, destroyed.

The law of the lords, whatever rich or poor, who kill my mama.

Veg.an.

V-egg-hen.

The animals seen as a wolf for man.

In a context where Christians favourite songs is the ‘lamb of God’ which they roast every Sunday.

Cat ch.

Mouse.

Cat-chat-mickey.

Po(w) lice.

If the sky were sendid, sendig, death in a manner that we db only you and me left. I love you more than everything added, as you are the one that keep my eyes open for them. But should we be left us tow, two, and even if you and you and you, is, are the paradise really. We would start wondering how come, what the aim, same maim, of this atrocity. Would we have to study ghost, or supply, supplication for find health also diversity?

Because this way of polluting like if we wanted to drain a vein is quiet resembling to that, it may well seem.

Will we have recourse to the space, or will people population be reduced to very few? But this is the future, for now and bless, what to do?

What about if I was so certain, and for cause that all my intuition, beings, inner voice and constrains, it is your destiny, it is you other half, and what now?

It disappeared, for good, I cannot more pusrue pursue than eat.

So what about this new, my destiny, I pray, I pray, for this sake of being complete. And as for the former, to you, it led me to it.

Historically, power happen to be held like that, as people were for the geography racing.

But now to where? And how?

New forms, and from what of the ancients, would it be preferable, advisable to lend?

My souls sisters, it s started to be seriously strange.

On fate, as if you had chosen me, you my angle, the compass, direction of whole degree, my life on this instance, my angel to be frank, from strange I d utter magic, o mage.

The mirror of one’s faith.

How to be sure, you are mine?

To do everything for each other, that keeps us, happy, sereine, and thus completed. Nothing we would not have done with a total liberty. As far what we would have done, to stay alongside you and transcribe my duty to any others and honor.

To think in terms of need as for being single, means more than alone.

The representation of one’s other half, of one’ s duty.

To experience the vital, never again the needy.

How people have ever come to fight dragon, with the Esperance that the dragon’ s killing were not a stupid and cruel form of allegiance. For you, the dregs and dragon I culd becaume to. And slay these impudent that would kidnap, bribe and ransom, up to their mum if their dad would, agree.

Ramsun, rhapsody.

My instinct for tell me, she will leave, you left with her past friendship.

And I pray, pray, without believing since I don’t dare to hope, it would be too easy to die from the pain after such prove of weakness. I pray for my instinct to say, after this love, she, you, won’t be the same, and then God will reunite them, their souls and songs inside the scheme of infinite compassion. Bless, bless, be my bliss, pardon.

I’ ve always resigned myself to convene or conclude that I would die alone, and if I could love you, what then?

I’ d be that maybe, I need explanation, that we would do one, and would be so sad for humanity.

So sad but this time happy. My dreams saving me from the firing, from the insane, from the vengeance that take me when I size that I am alone fault to you and jealousy. Believe me it is not paranoia. But where is my wife? Gone for safety, gone for money. Because of you, the pimp, the machos, the heros that want for your deed, my blood, my cross, even if in the process your dignity is lost.

And I imagine that I ll have to love. But when I would give in and admit it is years that in my nights and days you have –only- been. It would be your final nay. And the proof of that life is nothing.

What we did not probably like each other, the magic was in what was drawn.

But how could I appeal with this little poetry, facile, as you are its owner, the rightly author. If any, If anything remains after my own remains, it would be for you, but you are far and well.

And if I id, did now, that you could need me, as a provider of simple generosity, my hand lying on you to the healing cuddle, just for teaching you that without you and despite horrors, your body could regenerate from being mine, sister.

And mine from being yours, I am a weak man, I hesitate. Between becoming werewolf, vampires, pirates, nobles, peasants or simple shaman.

Between protecting you, developing myself, the rest of the pack that deserves good sex.

I’ ll perish of having you not, but maybe is better than deserve naught.

If you’ d be hurt by these ceremonies, what would be left, none remains of me.

Trap.

Pu(ri)tain.

Feeling power. Megan boler.

I feel good from thinking of you.

Beholders and possessivity.

You want me to be nicer, but it because I love you that I know that I would have to fight for them to let pass you through.

Or maybe is it because I love you so, that the others have not to let it go.

Would I be the source of re-comfort, or you the stream of tragedy?

What I know by heart ma mi (middle) is that without ya, life is deprived of blood and warmth. Blank, bland, ice, and misery. The misery a mystery, as in all place, happy will be, as long as in your eyes the light I see.

I longed for my sleep, to cut with the insane, to stop thinking empty, the void of tern, the for I don’t know who, I simply can’t tender be.

And then now, as stern as ever, but tonight alright, since you, every night, to sleep I won’t do.

I won’t sleep, I won’t go, as for me and now ever, as song as long as I hold so, for their, and this world to be better for you and me. I ll have to think of them, as you are the sole emblem, of the lov, love I ve got in me.

Love me back by pity for my soul’s in sale.

For my mouth will sell, as without that, you, what is for I could not do. Without life in my prospect, I have for joy only death.

And if one day, you deem me not worth, don’t be worry, your love will fade or die. Knot.

I won’t commit suicide, I believed in your spirit and at present it is my card of having been allowed a visit.

Without this, the word insane, would be sweet. The word chaos for poetry. As without ya, I ll be nothing as would be inside my bor, bros.

I don’t write fast usually, but look for you, incite it.

When I don’t write I am sorry, because without you, your voice near me. To the hearings of paradise, heaven, promise of a new land, not newer than me, I ve forgot as a human that I am a so young slot. By new what it means is on this land will be a film, on your patry, paltry, maman, and where I d build with my own hand the fortified believe for our children that nothing can and will count more than be alive. And make sure that for others it is so equally, as without life nor love content, nature would ruin our species.

And what is it this recipe, egality, fraternity. The liberty given by infiny as long as sun.

I’ ll have to stop writing to you, I simply cannot find out what to do for you to hear, the voice for you I expire, inspire, the day long by beat bit but not only, the whole day bring me outside, out sky, I am there for eternity.

Please, please, please, note, jot it down that for me, the glimpse of God is through you, and what I hear even when, since and if, you are at miles of my foly. Off my solitude, off my query.

‘I ll have to get round and come back to my study, but how, who is alive, but you and me?

Me I don’t think so. You, on the same fucking line. Sir, sur, soeur, be my companion. For you don’t have nothing tod (t0)do, but trust me as I’ ve trusted my misery. POSSESSION.

Th, The silence providence, the silent prophecy.

Just waiting for the mirage, to dict hate what sounds have cried from our deny.

These days and days I try to know if you d come.

You, now in front of me with the same light and mark on your face and forehead that I know I once swam.

I will tell you the trough, the troop, the truth since it is on that we were tailed.

I am etc ready to go and die, since after you and this birth mark that I waited for my bless lack.

I am ready because after, at worst it is you , at best vest, its the one that has made me come through, before I know your name, even if, I should have known, that they were the slayers since the beginning my life and house and bed and desk, as much as my gardens are as solitary as the wolf of hobbes, who prayed to be safe and alone.

Without her I was naught, without you, without you, I really can’t say if naught is still classe.

I use to feel noble, but for nobility, my friend, my all, my soul, I d end that for you, gave me the damn recall that without an halfai, rye in the heart won’t grow.

I would go by the seas, the mountains, and the towns, to see to horrors deeds, without seeds, I ll be well to do. Die.

I won’t become hungry of self savagement, let me (, to) write to you, what charms will bring end followed by firmament.

What a mi, am I aggressive?

You protecting yourself from the tension in being underperformant or damaging?

Savage.

Save.

She was thinking that even if she thought (tough-fro-throw) of her the all day long, what would good it be to be together. I want to have all my time for my career, what else would you haunt?

You would have the same amount of time if we spared the waste of hypocrisy down to where we lie and pee.

And I could not convince you that my head on your belly, your hip, your knee, on where the sp erm, and term, smell reside, would be, is still since I am doing Plato fashion, an invocation to juvence, the way of seeming life a chance.

I thought if I find the other, it will be when at work, and what does he want me to do?

Career, for sole console thing. It is why I am writing to you. My life is a desert, my swift, elf, wolf, alf, wild, wife an error of my candor. She wants desire me dead more than alive, as when alive, my thirst for sex is imperishable. What she ignores is that the gap is not on the orgy is on that sex is not my ex nor rear, but her whole temple, her mind, don’t mind, why would her body?

Totem and taboo. Are we afraid of cease-fire while fuck the same? Would it prevent any war if I tried to resist him?

My want don’t want, not even me, risk hurting rate of destiny.

Would you be my fate, or df, defeat, death, deaf, silence, still moving??~~, such chimaillery. When canals are but rivers on which my chivalry count on reach you by, for and through, heathen you won’t see me.

This incessant vice, coy, cock, voice, that murmur constantly that. With your new heart won’t work the deal.

Stop praying for that, or life won’t reveal, existence only on its most seconds after escapes, second, difficult, dis factual, de factice, dis tactile.

Why do you insist for the woman to stay at home? To call them lady?

What don’t you want to see?

Your having to suck and pretend you made it through.

Mal-add.

-What if you’ll encounter someonelse for, about who, you think and see more as your half?

-I want you to have my eyes.

To find something worth of good for you.

The definition, the whole sensation of being sexy, so?

The definition, the whole sensation.

For this re-terminology of all philosophy,

Who have conducted me?

You are my image, what should I do for to take a page of my life too ripe to be observed by someone less than you.

By someone more, what else, when the dream of my life could be you.

Too ripe as advanced only devoting and absolute, sincere, sweet, sure, extreme will bless

Lack of esteem unless.

Terminology

Determinate.

Sense from you, for you, a raison d etre.

A raison, a cause, but what future in that?

I ll be drop dead from loosing you.

If I don’t kill me or my own dignity, the fate without you will do that exactly.

Hopefully.

Don’t think I usually writ, write like that. The wire is here now. I ve just met you that’s all. And the years of penury, the one before, the one past me, ressurgisse, sure sudden surge, and loom. But you know what this time?

Just go and go further, the most, farther you can. Because after this blow, I will be immune and size for the long, long voyage. Travel is in my brain, I use to spot where she could be invariably found, time and place unbased.

To think of her, to fight, defeat, loose, retrieve, and back, get up, the same sunset.

Tomorrow when at your turn will go, no more even trace of the envy or desire to track the shadow of what use to be able to grow. As for your blossom, if you knew how you left me and my apple, you would not further more bet it. Bet on it, eat the beast, joist, hoist the bargain till the haggle transient me and me and me. No. More. The sky and its sirens, that had had me believe that Ulysses could be pale with the torment set on sea.

Tempest, the whisper mature, Ariel. I beg you to report, and port to me the great novel.

Or she will be my queen, Or she will be my reign, or be please onto you, I will finish, please stop, rein.

Mind you I will agree with that, there is nothing to fear, I could do whatever and no feel any, longer (lounge hour) (loin, loud), hour, could be easy this way, to call for curtain.

In the U.K, so many people coming for liberation. And of course they will believe in this, when they will see the fruits of millenaries of slavery, the pork grease, progress.

And they will go on hoping as they have little jobs- even the one to 6 figures don’t think they are bigger ones, a job is not supposed encompass servitude. Servitude to your clients, servitude to your colleagues, and chief that are not one, don’t think super visor they don’t elect any, parano-ing for eventual set up, crying for the money.

To do more with the less one can do: slavery, aims of the aims, here because at the end of the day, you are servant to you. A job you wanted progressive, you wanted rich, something that could bring a little freedom in the world, your patch some say, your work before grand, the handcuffs, the mark of our dedales, the grade for go out of git, ‘g’,

God, not god, bye, but its image, might be for me an older person, certainly an older man. But if so it is because it helps me to find paradise. Eve. At the heave of the first sight for live and centuries of battles for having more than one (lives). L-IVE-S.

Bye, b a shackles. The one you can say I am going EVEn your contract has failed. My adam,

M adam.

Adamant that I ll be your most comperely man. Comparatively not. You are my absolute, and even if I am a woman, wooing the female that you have token as a way you dance and move all around the sites I ll ever pass and lash, vanish, clash, anguish, anger, spring, lavish, labor, caress, pet, economize, grow, deplete, play, behave, slash, and all alone, but feeling you, croitre, and stumble, perish, renew across but love as they are the path to you fountain, the one that permit no eat, no meat, no blood.

I don’t think I create, I just listen to the sound that make me find back the fruit of others’being labor and observation. Whatever birds, insects or lava, the noise and winds of creation.

The horrors of being tracked, all the time and trapped.

Survival, taking it as a play, but never or hardly, just when it bursts uncontrollably, play you as they are salvage educated, who apart wisdom would be able to last?

Police beat up passers-by (or quiet (ah, ah, ah), or simple protestors).

Assembly freedom finished.

And as a bastion, it is customarily, the last.

The last stuff, that was left for us, the citizens lost and without haste for being knocked onto the head

For having dare pronouncing ‘democracy is it to raid?’.

You don’t want gays mates? Suck you dick or your pussy, before I take and cut.

They don’t want gays, they want slavery, and sexual slavery, you do it, you don’t do it, of course, obviously.

It is all this, vice, with art. It is not my text that, even if, I, I preach to be of naught beauty. But my subject is.

To you, my hero.

Ere of my wife.

VV O ©∞

Working class hero? working for the mafia.

She is the only one thinking that this is good.

The one that would send me to the outer world, as she does not recognize that what she emotions is the sum of the moments I d die entirely for that.

Und evaded

Undebaded

undebated

Vat abetted.

Refined. Ruffian.

Cathar-strophe.

Why people don’t recognize other ethnies? From not melting, from being homogenous family.

Psychology.

P(ower-owe-her), c, co. Language of the community seeing each other, interacting in the aims of scientifically, thoughfully, communicate? Survive? Abete? Hide?

Survivre, Sure? Viva?

The era of religion when groups of people was trying to protect them integrity, physical and the rest lets, lest say.

A little remark.

Human right or droit de l’homme instead of being called law have both the same double-entendre. Right like right side of board. Economic and social rights have been regarded by the west as not right- or dangerous for their asses, interesting to know, interestingly enough.

Assets.

Horror to live with a beast. Unless it is one’s own.

On my marriage.

Or my being a suitor for the rest of this fucking life.

Honey? Any? The bear won’t be eating you since you are so juicy.

Don’t be afraid if you are not, or not any longer, or not every day of the week. I could even let you go, I would in fact go whenever you would feel like as long as like me your song is not the one of the cheating wife. I would rather know it ASAP, for my beast, my best gives herself to another lady.

As for leaving you alone, along with your friends, your work, your moment when you think crazy, of these you are a druggy or whatever, whenever you want, you need, tell me. As for me, nearby I just would need a library, knowing you in your castle or those of your friends, colleagues, parties, whoever, wherever make you happy. For me to have as a companion, pan the universal liberty. From this your joy, from you, my love, the what I am more than a beast or a good beast indeed thank you for the animal being I have to do? mhmh, and be. Harst. Old y-English

When wife certifies, creates the why air is fresh as gold coming from the rivers of mount freedom and glee.

Let me go out, there is god, waiting for the humans to perform their duties. Cherish nature, the all vicinities.

Divinities.

The true conceptual is so when ready for due application.

I think that………………………………….

But are you?

-a dildo, why not?

-let’s begin by why.

To actionate your little rear. Ear?

I sign myself when entering the church, searching the way she crossed herself just before it.

Cross. Across u α (=eand) ∞ =(=infinity) ll = +

My favourite tales is the one where I could be Ulysses: Penelope.

Where are you going away from riches, out of the tempting death, from this depth and ups, for the chains be that relentless?

‘Nel, without u, nil.’

Ulysses pushes by the winds, and as the travel in between, howls, and howls that has one only name his trip.

Y? L (hell.)

It is without Nel.

Elope

Mad.

Ma d am.

Ham, like ame [soul sold in more latin}

Ame, amen.

Soul sold

Cell, cess.

Ache ion.

CreyeAtion. Penultieme.

Action.

Oversee.

All those ghosts from the past, we all have committed suicide (succeed) because love was not unfoundable, but unaffordable was what was happening.

This time and upon wiv you, you that are the sums and the total, the future, the era where there’s no alas.

And if you want check it out, as our union will draw the thunders upon we, I ll agree to go hundreds, thousands of miles, year lights, as contrarily to you, I know you are the one, and if I know this way, when I ll have to part, you d die for it one day. But not like the usual, the suicide ceremony, you will die in your soul, for your mind makes in clear in your spirit.

Usually time is pressing but since its passing when with you is daunting, I don’t want it to elapse however you are not. As nevertheless, my staying far from my hon –own- you are here at least in thought as you permit their flow toward the concept of what could be the union of both us and eternity.

Then even when you are far from my place and time, as I love you I pray for the time not to trespass, as trespass now for me is when you d say no.

Since I love you, I would never desire this time to go. Eternity. The same with boredom, the same with excitement, the same with everything, without you life is not worth its chain. And with you, my kindness rebels as I know too much that the world is not the refuge it should be as far as love and live is concerned and abroad a game that would kill the whole humanity. Abroad is you without you, me without me. The hope to join, reunify only for a sole aim, this so, so nice fountain, the juvenity. As my children from you would recognize what is worth fighting. Love our integrity.

Period of serenity has lost its value, since you, you ago, for you there is absolute completeness only. Only from you, as you are my quest, as you are the one pushing me towards the balance of love and hate provided by it.

I hate no one but if touch you, the all demons I d call for you.

Don’t write, don’t write too much the music you would like him to hear without cease. Don’t be flirty sister, even as a writer.

I hate apologizing, why, we are so slug, in the death spread facing.

b-cause.

I am feeling sad when I feel happy, to know that happiest is not possible as you are here and there all dangers, including the one of my being faulty.

The privacy to cut us from the dictatorship, not that people are not so in private, and more so since there is a non go area for legality between their four walls, but because at least one might come near to a match of personality and idea.

Even if the problem is that ideas without echoes, universal and carried by the community, are to perish.

Commonalty.

Pen-al.

-Are you gay since you were born?

-No I am since the day I saw the person having the same mission on mysticism, my god.

I love you so much, that I lie.

As I know too that finally you ll cull me, I ll die.

This without anymore any of your sympathy.

All the same, time worsens as much as my devotion.

To think that I am your suitor would be error, as I am your lover, by mistake?

Mass take.

An error as I dream of being your hero, more than me, more than whoever will love you, won’t havvve (valve) my heart as I have died from terror. The terror of loosing you as I lost my first wife, but wore even yet I am afraid. You were here, inside of me, like a long, very long awaited baby. And if from now I lll loose my egg, in my nest no new guest. As my new lover, you will be the first to guess of me, my virginity. Not the one that can be named pure, but the one never loved even once just abandoned.

I used to sell my soul to the devil, saying please, give me my career, against which I will play heartless. She gave me away, so what else, no good for me in perspective.

Homo, meaning giving my heart to a lady or a man according to where my heart chooses, not loose.

Are you homo?

Are you not sister.

What I am regard the one to which I give my property.

Priority. Prior pray. No prey let’s knee.

He did not take a shower often, as when he did, he knew at last some pleasure.

I always wonder what sacrileges was to be the bigger.

And always the same response, if not frank, at least uncessantly going back, lurking even when I had classed logically everything. It was so long I ve had been in love, everyday, rethinking, redreaming, consuming life away.

But now, in front of someone I could love for life, I d say what is it to do? Woo her, or my new?

Woo her first as first she was, but was a prick I am at last totem it is clearer. It is so long, so many years, she left me here, like this, a slave.

As for the new, she is nothing new, but the date on which she came.

To be a machine gun.

Or to be a machine gun in love.

Mash.mach-o.

match

I v got a hear t, t, t, t, t, t, t,

But what is wor the, wor th, th, th,

If it cannot flap, hap, asap.

Why I am a harshy.

These are just this term draft, will be able to letter, let her, refine

End of cap ℮ talism, man? Check it out @. Hat.

Tally (Attila)

On talisman

M as aim An, in, on, un, en.

MAn, min, on, mun, (m)en(m)

If I d like to become philosopher of the environment, who would found me?

No one certainly. Everything is about human, included pity. The self is not, it has become ego, forgetting the lessons of a ‘deo omnipotenti’ nature, that was well well and above, in, around, aside, under, that used to say every day, you see, can you feel such a power. And the humans believe seriously he can tame, in hurting, harming, condescending, of such horrors they’re no similar or equivalent, the humans are the villains on top of all ones that they think intelligent. But what is gonna be the next of its lessons, my friend? Ah, ah, this time we will now if joking is its favourite aim. Concealing it inside of you, is the sine qua non of the human relation. I tried to be severe when I saw you treat her like if you were beating up your aw(e)akening mama, it never worked, but it was to give you too much of importance. Try to severe you, the boss. Of hypocrisy the boss, you d sell up to you, your boy up to his body with a smile as if not it could upset your company.

I am writing it to you as I’ve heard about it this morning, anti-humanist, thank you.

It won’t prevent me to love the humans but as any other natural entity.

I’ll have to find my other, my half, reunify, my son. And from there marry ya. As if am too apart from my source for love, my not ready to cherish you as much and beautifully as we deserve when free and sound from acrimony nevrose, paranoia, forgetting our part of responsibility-incited.

Marry ya.

Maria.

Shakespeare, Conan Doyle (more than per-haps), Ed Poe, when authors start speaking about supernatural. The English, as the French and the Spanish suppress it with the inquisition. Note, present tone of their psychology destructrice (=destroyed).

I am the mad, you are the sane (saint in latin) and what I know is that you must obey the rules of a church in which riches’ accumulation is not at all lay. Infury, injustice, unjust, don’t even mention that. I’ d be a religion, long time the human would be liberate through that. Like that they are sects, well disguised, distinguished of course. One of the numerous customs, suits and prose, pertaining to the mafia, the politician sign and the all world circle. As for, my friend, the ring is gonna be broken. We wanted progress, we are outdated. By what? No more ceremony, the man is not priest. He was bird of prey, parasite for and to their mummy, nature will have to show who is running all it.

I used to write for, in the idea of being adapted for so many, and thus was my worry. Till the day I’ ve found this thought funny, she was the one, she was the one. To ponder but to know that the essential doubled by the necessary was to encounter this other spirit. My thoughts themselves turned to her. My thoughts being there for that. To try and try making the bridge leading to my sympathy. For her, no melancholy, she is the one, she is my mi.

Middle of me severity, middle of me serenity, middle of their apology. My ploy, my coy for the passing time which brings us to more wisdom. I recognize now that to write, you, my own, is largely, well enough. As a completude live for echo to my own call and question, not the same sound, on her the shape rebound, and attached other to it it so necessary second. That will become the half of what I knew first, she has the way I ll be as preached as protected, the view of the boomerang. The Talion’s rule, you have to know that if you impair one part off you, the counterpart on you will also succumb. What to do with her? I know that since I care, so afraid of stare into her being hurt by me the brute who made as if it was to be fecund. And even in my enemy, since this rule she has made my prevailing and real harsh story, it would get into unjust trouble, she could bear the rubble by the butterfly, caterpillar, in one world, tout ce qui vit= every who lives, every who sees, knows. My echo.

Egg-go.

And here are the followers, because it is to thrive that God lend me to share and give them the shelter.

Shell. Ter.

I am not used to poetry, I just that at the moment of my thinking, being in and, add, towards, on you, all sounds are beauty full of all arts, the one of love. That the more aesthetic, the more complex and courageous, as little as I knew it, is the most simplicity, the dialogue, the whole story. My soul, your soul, ame (soul), ami (friend).

I am talking about friendship, even, either; I would have dreamt you as my lady. It in fact does not matter, we don’t control the time, the time is the control remote, emotionally emoted. Far from you, my lady you are not, but on each of my gesture or decision making, you voice the one who rocks, with it all pleasures. Troye and treasure.

Troye I would deploy everything for coming soon deliver us from alienation of the soul, soil.

Satyre of our condition, would you love me, were you free? Would I protect you were I at sea? As if I d love you, I d have to conquer the whole world, terrain, to make amorally sure, that no one is gonna to hurt you. Amorally as during the travel I would have to let perish and suffering others that are as worth as love as us, but who am I without yours? The miserable, the miser noble.

Over one’s being nice, attention-ate, honest, faithful, the receptor of these feelings will miss this presence. Not enough in love, that is true, as it is when without them you feel (not like) dying that are au rendezvous true fill in.

Looking for this person, that would dismiss me because of my non so pervading quality, but be ravaged if discontent whereas I d make the best of her, beat it.

Be at. Beat with harmony. Reside, resign, resin, remodel, no me, but the world as I did not see without you and the possibility of Esperance and hope of having something like a baby. Be it a book, a dog, an almighty sufferance when I render to the evidence (video-hence) of my debility. Accusing the world like usually done, I am an insult to the probability hormones. To make for resisting, to do for the penury to be shorter but still healthy, without waste and connery. Is it enough to make apology or (offerandes French for offering = offering, render) for my being other-wise a fiend? Is it enough to accuse the homos to be the problem for the children that are abused, abandoned, exploited, by you the all lot of ill-married or associated?

No.

For you I could go to the moon. But what about coming back, you d rather me to get lost further into cosmos.

ame (soul), ami (friend)

Would you think that I d finally found animals deceiving? No possible, they are all perishing- human including.

The most amusing is when people spend their day saying no I don’t have the right to be homo, thinking their efficient. At what? At killing love. The most amusing is that you need homo to tend the children because as all tastes are in nature, they need someone to look at and find other splendour and imprecations, extrication, implications, implorations…basically render human as it should be choosing one’s love and clue to paradise.

Example: a lesbian attending her son, will love him, like a woman. Period. As long as she does not do like the stupid predicating what’s in blood, what’s for sold, what’s for rhyme.

How can be that human beings are rather generally honest when it comes to rumours and do nothing when genuine, truly studious, thoughtful, balanced, just, equallabor.

No recycling?

I d wish we would be fined.

Fine.

I had to say I was a suitor (auditor) to somebody, thus they could understand why and how I was looking so happy.

Me with my live of so and such lonely.

That’s it.

Yes, when I look good, buried by all titans, it is when like the phenix, my mind of thought go to her, and reach its right time.

Lesbian possible position: slide on, while a leg, perhaps two is quasi or indeed ready to enrol.

Beaten up, beaten up and render the target like if it was spineless.

Torture, human modest?

Mode, most mode, modest the top fashion of evolution-revolution.

Or pretending everything normal, smilling and wait for the new clothes to be one’s skin.

Or the one of one’s infant, if the rationality of being=use one’s logic and philo, morals and ethics, natural balance and ratio as well as whose of the one he is deemed and endowed to have some, part of, seen, if the rationality of being she does not decline.

Mum, or mumes as I should say as when you are married you get more than one. It is the beautifulness of tradition but not it is whose of every and each, thus, in fact all, husbandry. Mine, who’ve got two of a similar sex, not the same I admit, but let’s say like say bulk, at the same level. We are equal, even more equal than others if we follow the precepts of these idiots that say they reign: the hetero. That say they reign, because hetero they are not, they are just suckers mothers who listened to their mommy in the purpose of being the hair, heir. Looming were daddy, adjusting according to the language of monotomy. Traumatised they are, being told all day what they are, what they should not, in the name of money. Vasec, lobot, Otomy. Autonomy, pee, pee, it s why they play the boss, conspicuous like them is the stage vomit, that is, refiner, but well can’t do more disgusting than that.

Gus = gouter (gusta) and taste, what could bring sex, sexuality or their delicatessen, up to the moment when you say ‘oui’ = yes and hearing, a good understanding of what love is made. Not from horror, error from such hatred, one word for it my friend, jealousy as you are too coward to protect each other really, and I ll choose the one with you are, you share your life up to your bed and every day the same, your aims, your end, your whereabouts, your liking, your natural friend, your everything, as a threat supreme. Sup-press. But not for long as we manage to populate the world but who is looking content with the hypocrite ceremony, certainly not God. Don’t pray it, if you used to pray for the pardon of the big guru, as the devil, he has a scheme, the same than big boss, don’t let you, don’t forget this. One can suffer without sins, the hell is when the calcul we did, come back when the bill addresses the end of the sup-per.

To think with signs, to her, corresponded all the numbers, words, wits and minds.

Pond-er.

And for the next messiah, meaning just after one understand the crucifixion, we would have to die for it, the gods, goddesses of our souls, the light that helps us continuously to find and live morals a little bit.

It is more than believes, it is the duties this time, and a duty onto oneself too, to regenerate. Cut with tradition that were there for good reasons and don’t make ashamed the older who die for bad understanding. As their death conduct the next generation to better living, self and alter and community and towards any creatures respect as long as a focus on how this mutual due respect can applied.

People who pretend that religion or politics are settled, that the debate and major, outbreaking findings and changes are not ahead, are denying religion and politics to be creative, performable as bringing new material and info and experiment, performing as having to improve its credential and results, are dealing with their subject as if the subject was dead or notion of helplessness nihilism- as our current systems reproduces pain and inequality. These people in charge of an art reflecting, affecting others’ life and pretending, asserting (accreting), without even any conspiracy, just like that outrageously that this phenomenon, our life or its part-y, should be dead, still, not redeemable, not teachable, without soul and quest, without a higher pattern than our dying all the same, deprived of all wisdom, of all cry, compassion and despair, fight for report, rage, range, roam, repay, repart, repair, whores stealing magic, raping beauty. Without this application and quest for everybody to be rightly fulfilled, the community of people become purgatory, dangerously purgatory.

crucifixion

fiction.

What the aim of religions if after those stories we find immanquably in lethal and disgusting application of celestial envy.

What’s the aim of religion? As for us, messiah and messages, as with us, are already treated as dead.

She was not in love with men, but in love with their appendage. Appendance.

Not about control this time but envy, not to have a baby, but to have one.

In my head about my writing, it happens not like but actually often, we are two.

This entity who thinks, like my alter ego, a person who I know and with who I engage in a natural conversation, when she intervenes on my already set up settings and theirs, and hers, contradiction.

From this exchange, on my other capability, distinctly separated from the moment when this thinking is occurring (the time to hear, to record and understand, the time maybe to counter, and again maybe to wait for another instance), another capabilities intervening where either I type functionally, either I try to convene techniques in order to organise that precedently thought either I ask this other presence desesperately.

On witchcraft, and on I fuck this all more than hypocrisy but denial, negotiationism, negationism, anti-spirituality, anti-religious, anti-mind, anti-spirit, that this fucking whore of the psychology, discretely replacing without saying, under the pretence, the wallpaper of a secret, the metaphysics substance.

I hate you as you are hateful clients of sciences that for their little polluted riches, selling their souls would.

I had to have a glimpse at myself, to understand fully, to see it on my skin and flesh, to be near her, near him, I write for you, for everyone, it is my pride, my reason as author, when I am near my half, or at least we are working on it, my fucking all buddy, my fucking all body, this all world moving up to my every crazy cell, up to my single brain, marks it.

The forearms usually soft almost sluggish, then and there, the bow the more strident.

Not getting attached to the other person, even if it is ‘your one’, as if we go onto quest, even if it is together, at the end of the quest, will have changed way of life and purpose. Prudence and calm as for passion, God and her is my only one. The work I work if religious, would appease all that I haven’t. Her love and eternity to have her got that I am all yours.

And it is after year of being a couple that we finally prove our double,

Soul.

My son guerrilla, her daughter philosophy, our children our surv-eys, r_ival.

-who are you?

-an ad-quag-mire.

Writing the day long, and when the other books come along, just draw, face the, ultimately reassuring pace, that one is a part of the stir, store, of the almighty womb, parry, parish, mosque, temple, and synagogue, that we won’t create gore-blood inside outside our own body and the community, for a sacred God.

Acre.

When I love two only thing in mind death and abandon. If you disappear, I’ d see that (thee, tha, va = to go in french) back of my life waiting for Orphee, or losing Eurydice.

Following perhaps irrational, but backed by an element of logic (logier) that proves that irrational has a structure unknown (or knot) obviously but at process.

Problem with following what one does not know that it could bring round and round and the vertigo for due expectation.

Resist, insist.

Dame.

Mad and damned.

Losing everything-for the cause and the purpose-but one’s servitude and faith.

Don’t tell me I am not homo, see over such is my god, a goddess. Unattaquable, the mark of serenity, the sign of this eternity, my procreating to this lay world. A straight in dire, homo without kids whereas whom produce is wasting them at Eid.

When one says pork, he does not say pig, as pork is pro-murder, the one human try to make thing dead right into their being- al so deadly, and Allah deprived of its blood. Don’t even have to say ‘its’ as we are by birth, and incarnation, wherever we are seen, possessed by Allah, by god when speaking English.

Same people, but what about them claiming being gody and using servant and laugh poverty, thinking of one principle, accumulation money. See the churches and others? Same people, same religion, and what about death overlooking, as we did not notice the horrors of one’s say, the evil of one’s deed.

Bleeding when allal is nothing but bad song.

After twice, several, and time after time, to know she could be my half in its plurality.

They made me believe that he was cast out because of its behaviour, whereas he was because of its believe in progress in humanity, and defence of the oppressed.

As all the clan was at unison, he fell into disease and malady, and years after years he succeeded in recovering its autonomy ability (ab-ill- hill, between breadth and depth, birth and death), up to the day when I was able to understand that people were spitting on their very same what they claim and pose and justified as cherished, their theories, their shame.

To be sad not from being oneself but from being treated as being different, or treated differently, or cause their stellar was not an altar for god supremacy but for the lords of Connery supressmasses up to what happens in between my knees.

To make love with your whole body, and when you succeed in this for only one plit s-cond you are happy for long. More than satisfied, satisfaction is gore and for piggy. The one like when walking with a cig, are impressed and in hurry to die. Attention I don’t just myself sex as I would do and seek the same without loving you to kill up to the last of my sacred demons.

To be so in love, that you have to listen to anyhow to try and catch a hint, a clue, a name, an nymph, an offrande.

A listen as much as to hear the thump of my heart inflame chest and my head, down to my foot bone cavities to chant it is him, her, whatever, no matter, no worth the distinction as this person is for me the end of the word in the sense that from now, on my stream is their bleedings that I will staunch till perinity.

And after that, they will know what is love when it is when your heart know.

They know, won the k.

Is this satisfactory? Infinite quest, is the divine ar-t.

On utiliitarism, forfeit style of of happiness pursuit and its roguery.

Fainting through introspection.

Inspection. Sterile if I don’t.

Forgetting for the reconstitution. Malleable not ion.

Even the smallest particle will be experimenting the shift, dance, funny prolongation.

Twins particularity, jealousy, possessive.

Be male jealous, and female possessive.

Male possessive and female jealous.

Example of yin and yan and intrinseque, auto sufficient balance.

The signs after you were not so the one I was desperately hoping, but the one I could not dare to even desire, the end of an era of torpor. Tort pour, pore. The other side of the decay, after having seen the end of my dream, it comes back with another grill. No black but white entering. I use to welcome the night as what made nobles painful. White is now after the purge, after the under-completing the day. As night was the entre entrance, constituting my deepest trance before transit toward the night that we will keep my day bright and avoid it the infamy of underestimate why so jo(ll)y, the holy accostumance to love dark as well as sunny.

As the dark right now is becoming the right people, that were previously looking for a soil where it’s sunny.

The why of colonisation, heliophily. The why of so settlers, to avoid cold and its horrors.

Something everyone has to keep in mind, nature has been murdered every spot now. No more beautiful, friendly mammals, your smile drive me mad. My milk for a wolf, whoever needs to be remembered. I say to think higher, we act mild and the results are incessant vomitery, infamy the empire. Mammals were are not, we are the vampyrs (pyres) and let’s hope for the bigger picture, that will come a good escort, punishing our ugliness, before the carthesianism perish in its last commodity, its prediction for logism, end, avilissement, coming from vile, to become or to spread, not spare villainy, slavery and torture of the all divided humanity.

On a note more spiritual, the vampires’ of our genre, not from our species this time are about to lead the drama and if following, fellowing our style nothing moral that could be said, they will mock us and eat us, like we did.

Treating this fabulous human being like the last ranked, a sod.

Not talking about sodomy, who are you to ask me, how I do inside my bed, when you would, when you are fucking your own smally, the next generation that bring by you will find euthanasia sexy.

It was not memory problem it is just that the mind does not want to sort and have out sequences like we are lazily, already puzzled them, but the brain want a benifitation, benification, (Latin: coming from beatification) pontiff (latin: homonym with bridge) of what it has had on review.

Example: wanted to have out a text like we learn it and undergo a blur, because the brain want to be permitted amelioration, creativity, spontaneity, research, terrain of liberty.

Research and religion, god, more than a universe, human version calamity.

Not ashamed of being a homo, ashamed of being a human.

And as the rest of you, my hope in the future, is symbolised in the picture or any representation of my companion and our children.

Without it, I ll be hopless, hapless, hipless and yuppie for my desert. Mind, mind, mind.

I am still afraid mind, as they could cull tactic in having me purposedly left without my family, the one in which I can say ‘fuck me’. My wife, my wife, no drama, freer, frère (friar), she is my sole litany, the one that leads to humanity, as her image render time wiser in me. Me, me, me but without her, the spirit and spirits welcomed in, in my body, would not find their temple, but a cage damned and maudit (poisonous mildiou –mould-).

Don’t think kill whatever like that the next error…cat egg horn. Or… wrongly, dishonestly, categorize and unlevelled (im-monde) the arithmetic and aesthetic of an equal, fair world, a so plentiful, refined…higher complexity. And lose your soul for la chaise cemetery, the father of the doom to put someone on a chair to electrocute what society has laissez faire. That if one has to kill every people having killed or participating to the human misery, it’ d have been and be apocalypse directly.

Loose humane in you and one’s soul for la guillotine, but death is not an enemy, she is of its higher order, that people had not admit. Heed.

Ces salauds de yankee.

I should remove, as it is the American dream.

Before they remove it for you like they were pretending hunting the communist theories for the good of humanity.

I won’t explain what it is to say that ideals are wrong- not speaking about when they are exploited wrongly- as I am about to disclose how eradication of communism meant in a nutshell, we will nick easy.

To say that is not to be for the soviet, the Khmer, the Milosevic, but for this, Satan, freedom.

And freedom in every terms, included the liberal philosophe, as for damn they are classics because their writings are so intelligent, complex and inviting to harmony, that in them, everything or almost is explain as for equality and justice. They are exploited just like us to render the juice, our blood.

Be able to kill one’s own children. And this natural thinking when near one’s other half. As one feel physically that any threat to her/his is unbearable.

Unbearable without them, to be extinct, like in the Pyrenees. Do you realize that all the other big mammals to take only them as example in order to draw -sympathy?

The other creatures are sure to be grieving for another lottery.

God and its bearb, the lacteal path.

It is why it works so well, the white flow from our green, yellow, brown, red lands, my mum belly extensional.

What about homo? She is my everything the path to any gods, their hunger and serenity. Why so much serenity in texts, because like Marx said, religion are medicaments. Medicines calming the fact that the ministries of religions are another government that implement the sod fact that if you want to help the needy, you will put into the pre-fabriquated, the predicated, premeditated, presidentially prescribed rank of servant to lower and lower schemes of organizational social function.

You won’t be able to help but to serve as if the one that in fact need to be given back their independence, will be put into the situation of replicate bourgeois exigencies, and ask you to cook instead of you teaching or simply permitting, facilitation their cooking and eventually their permanent, unconditional opportunity.

Message: if you want eradicate need, meaning the way of pressure for exploitation and rights violations, you’ ll be the next to beg this whore of societies.

I know why my ex-have been staying the number one for so many seasons, because I suppose that for hundreds of them for my happiness near the right one, she prayed. Pried.

She has. And therefore as my family, the comfort in agony, will stay, like a tutor that know from what you’ ve seen you was made of. This communicative laugh proving the sharing flesh and bone. This communicative thought proving spirit and soul. More my life she is, my life with her, is the sight and elevation, the where to go whereas one crawl on often back (Offenbach, Ufo) to this point that is known to be there thanks to that. Love is a zenith the air of whi-ich is impregnable, inexpugnable,

Why-ish,

Ich = german for I.

Favourite food oignon.

Cleft.

Dream.

Drema. Drama.

Dra-cul-a

Dra-m-a

Cul, cull, cul = bottom, buttocks in France.

M, intention, aim, aimer = amour, love.

Congenial, genius.

I am not nice, no, the only nice element in me of nicety, is my lady, my lord. Without him/her I d become the enemy.

To give feminity, for you to feel the same, as well as male.

Come.

Comet.

Humanitarian.

Humanitary arian.

Humanity law.

Is humanity right?

To letter, let her.

End of cap ℮ talism, man? Check it out @. Hat.

Police beat up passer-by.

Assembly freedom finished

I had made only one slogan to let’s concentrate on no insults policy, plaice, polissee, .

Not sexually, as it is by your sex and body, but through your soul that you completely possess my skin.

Every moment, not to think to someone only, but dialogue, with the certitude that to see him again without to have to count on her pity to be welcome as a friend. You are my new, and hopefully, off this certitude to trust, per-use, in your accalmy, a kali, calm to become or to be a moment, a relapse into calmer zone or time, became shy, the skies? Vanish, depletion, exhaustion, extortion-, maybe would you be my last and therefore always the new as when trust is installed, within future, and all in all.

To hear your voice and opinion suffice to give me back re(a)son for go on neat and inventions, to he(a)r you well, better, my sir.

What is falsely called politics are not dealt more than devices of exploitation balancing banditism, banditries, tries, tribe, with the eventual capacities for revolts.

People in their knowledge of dishonesty, cannot smell anymore each other and white wash everything into, towards a death, wiping clean.

I might be your hierarchic (chic), but if I love you and love everyone the same fair amount, as the children of the landlord and landlady, where hierarchy won’t come any longer as an apology for hatred and company.

Grave Note: nothing left in the nature, extraction of the minerals that constitute the buildings, cemetery provided with power central heating.

Oven.

I hate this name power as when it linked itself to abuse.

To calm me I today now that power rhymes with Irish, poorer.

Poorer we are from being dement, as demented as the society, that say the rules are so like this, and destroys all. Finish.

In decency.

Today I’ ve been told at least, list on word is irony, of fabrication of understanding pity.

Not enough.

Waiting impatiently that she starts one of this crisis when I have to isolate myself in the cupboard room, place enough to lie down, and draw a table when my covers have been being folded. In order to eat oπnion.

Π π in French is homonym with the breast of cows or mammals, milkery, and the shaft of wheat, mummy.

Love never dies and it is why people play at murdering it.

More than probably to try and glance super natural manifestations of its longevity.

Longevity is in this life, eternity inside the ones that move through the cross path.

Cross,

Rose.

Risen.

There is serious research that proves that the only fact that big ruminants are digesting might produce a gaz able to destabilize the planet good aeration system. Let’s try to calculate, a little, the 1/1000 of our consumption rate would be enough to draw torpor and sweat.

Love? How can it be?

I am afraid with loosing you, or having you hanged.

I am the demon, incarnated, since my love could bring torture on him. Her sorry, I have to hide myself, not because of homox, but because there is the rules to general rapist, cannibalism scheme. And pretend to religion is the motto that slay intelligence, self respect and brotherhood.

Father? Fiver.

To give a spank, gratuitously with one’s little money.

Here the general sadism of the human community. Followed by set-up and discrimination and trap to evaluate assessment – meaning wider the range of the responsabilities, skills, functions, scope of the complexity and technicity as well as duties (should not rhym with danger of being sacked-as more the tasks is complex or not, always the promiscuity of an error or forgetting loom- these ones, danger, automatically relieved by a team work, aiming at cross-checking, but not in the aim of punishing but having a work done- when and only when this one is necessary and not impairing time, freedom and other necessity).

They are not mean, they are interested to the point, above everything do not put the all weight on their basket. It would be mean that o.k.

You are in love with someone dead. I could say to you that I am more lucky as I am in love with someone that is gone due to have discreetly and far to(o) late –to late- spurning me (of course as I could tell, but now more and more as I can remember, but in fact.

You could well have more hope to find him again through another body, that me finding their grace again.

Plus, me in the asking, threatening is the indecency of not recognising my life spending into her remembrances that I believed holy.

You?

One Arabic tales said that if your hand steals a fruit, it was not with the head.

Remember

Would you be my temptatrice?

Would will be dying of love or desuetude, the miam and same endings?

Mi-ame (latin:half of a soul) miam (latin: something of a gluttonery avaler eating)

Capitalism.

Cap on tall and high-scraper.

Cap horn.

Al-cap (italie) on.

Action.

Cap and corridor coo rider, like in tauro-machy. Tort au tauro. Bull fighting. Corrida.

We have to die, and therefore fight the disease, like fighting death each time a little more. As far as society is healthy enough to have understood this necessary spiritual process of spirit strengthening.

Damned.

Dam.

Ame (soul) ne (negation).

To have a chance of keeping my reason intact, I would have not to sleep. To think of you the all day, and answer my reason of being, and keep on working on what we are made of and for.

On having to touch purity and nver abandon.

Nave.

My son did love me, but by mistake as I love him without him possibly knowing that 24/7 I was thinking to give him the mummy I wanted for my companion. Not that two parents is needed but me was haunted, and him, deprived of what I was shamelessly but innerly begging.

Beging.

Son

Nos tros

Son (hers. His, on latin)

Gay.

Eggs.

And if you touch my baby, I d turn your head like a fucking clock, the way the damn red-neck kill the duck.

Clock as retarded, unless you want to be put-in with someone you did not choose.

Choose, loose. Fucking lobotomised, castrated people who think that they will chose for me the love of my life and destiny.

Des, (hominyme in latin with deesse, goddess)

Deo = god.

Deon = duty.

Deontology.

And if you worship satan as the superior not of your lack of understanding and hole, but of the equal of all.

it will be paid by.

Your possessing you, but not in equal, to pass information capable of liberation, he will treat you as its rival, and break each other of your bones and facilities.

Capito, amigo?

He, too, it’s a servant.

Goddess not godless.

But like each time with liberation that are not but emancipation, is that the frustration that broke the chains be abondonned to replicate the same schema.

If women come to power for the same plan then what’s the matter, as insane as ever, only more sure that the pattern is decided like that. Disgusting human beings. I am not accusing the sisters nor the borther, as we all have bin in the same bag, but what about now, when we know who killed mama. Us, again and again. Re, production is not enough, it has begun to become our Satan, the plan developed now.

Van-qui-shed

Qui (=latin, quo = who)

Taken as being as what is deemed to be the average intelligence of cattle, of a camel. They speak about being trained this governments calling themselves religious, like other Mafiosi called themselves democracy.

The human rights like the other religions, pretending to respect everyone and creating sufferance and poverty.

Human being Bastards. As holly as forgetting about their ass they don’t even dare to thank for being there.

Walk, smoke, the pursuit of the American dream.

Auto massacre, die.

Camel.

Came l

L in latin homonym with wings.

And camel are angels, but are they of ‘very good use’?

To feel so superior compared to the beast one milks and bleeds.

That at fortiori, one should be very fast getting aware of the hopefully soon back goat-shoe.

Only you, and me.

Only you, ennemi.

To find someone with so similar affinities and same interests and repulsion and/or hatred, is almost completely impossible.

Therefore I will follow you, till my quest, not near you but for you, con-duct me to our dia-monds.

For ever, and ever, as this quest cannot be achieved and I will slay up to the last of our demons.

Me, included, as for you like alchemy, I will have to cahge, change, arch ange, into husby.

Praying include this secrecy of the survival in good and godly bigottery, bigotry, lottery, Lot, big, lot, of society. Shut up and make money, or order about people when you can play at common afrosity.

Affres. Begetter. Affreux.

I notice that a lot of Indians on top jobs has been found out with corruption or very serious misconduct.

Question: is it on purpose that the a: other ones choose on purpose people with trend for sleaziness them to latter be put down?

B: Or is it simply the same rate of corruption, (100% of the employed-at any seats, of course, let’s not laugh at the Romantisation, of the so-called hero, honesty and deontology being prohibited) for the other background?

Answer: b

Publicised.

Public size.

The nit, lose, that is human beings, insult themselves with animal names, because they manage to hurt each other with names of creatures that they are themselves ill-treating.

The human is ill-trained. And the house, its graveyard, asap, for other creatures get their fair opportunities to simply live.

If you touch to my camel, I’ ll cut you into two, because I devote my life to her, and if you touch to her desert, we will cut you into two together.

Touch meaning hurt, used as a synonym as when human beings are arriving.

There is no messiah anymore, we’ ve got all the knowledge and infrastructure = true opportunity to do well and wise.

What then?

Vengeance is only a story of a few gust of winds, that the other species and the outcast of ours would be totally in reason and duty (know about that?) to bring and decimate us with joy and glee. Liberate, emancipate, if knowledge has become so pervasive, omnipresente, omnipotente, is that God itself in announcing its bother regarding human beings porkery, their sense of pride in revengless deprived of any honourable needs of self defense. The murders punished via hell.

God is untouchable, but giving our comprehension level, don’t doubt one instant that revengeful and due anger will take us vampires trough parasites exit. The one of our spurned duties, our awareness, the forces we are killing instead of paradise of prizes and praise and felicity towards and in order to protect the whole chains. The god job by excellence, the one that we deny, weaken by devils, but in life better weak than rotten. We will see that, what fun. Praxis.

Ex-it.

To be honest, but not fundamentally and that for all human benign that we know, mean that fundamentalism is a lie, as when we become pure in live, we would become impure for the other to go on with the main and mass business that are politics, religion, jobs, and leisure. In fact are still called with these words to pure to describe mafia, lie and disbelief, torture and backwardess, exploitation of fanatic fun. To think we are better are a hypocrisy as in such thing that life, one will have to die to bring something better. I am not talking about sacrifice but duty, but do it with joy, reincarnation is the exit normal, moral and simple metaphysics for the over-pride, such decadent disease, deceased.

To be honest is to face dishonesty and be wiped by the very person we were helping as the rest of the pack we will ask to act as a predator to him. Bite the hand who help in wanting more than he should and the rest of your success will be own by who you know, or not already, if you feel a sense of strength it is just to spit on you the idea with what kind of energy you will be crushed and turn and turn.

Turnip are vegetable, roots will become poison, and the so high ranked, will have to cry for its season.

One cannot have the sense of glory before god, as too is too much complicated, and the state of confusion is the permanent state when we start to want holy resolution.

But still one can be satisfied of not having failed too much, too, many times and lay and stay lavishly, contentedly, knowing one’s sin, but calling for bad pretexts, believing in the pleasure of the flesh (meaning the one one’s eat from someone else sufferings, not the flesh that belong to my privacy as long as the other nick me with honesty), thrusting one’s self not in the mud but in the sewage of Dorian gray.

Modesty.

But for godness sake, M, i told you already you have to date somebody. If I was envisaging us I would have said something different.

Fuck you. It is what is important to understand about relationship is that people want to be free. So I like you and I’ ll show you with my body but not like a husby.

By the way I am a lesbian, to be honest you d be a woman, i would have said yes for starting dating you as you are honest.

The only thing I would be afraid of is that your are cunning, this a reproach.

Any new room, or decision making?

For godness’ sake, M, go and have a real fun or real serious dating. go to internet since for the moment you don’t have time and space for anything else. a move from this cellar, move and be alone and you will find the way of dompting, redemptory dompter = breaking an animal, tame, your solitude by desiring frankly to find yourself a true companion.
Could you do that for me, my brotherly cutty friendly temptator?

Euredikeinhellforusarethere,findyou,begoandallthewaydownupgomotto

Be and go.

Begone.

As hell is the fact of having sold one being.

Not to be. Sole.

My first adviser, not as my first prime minister, of left arm, but as being my half.

In case of disagreement it be a holy and courteous process of reunification, the time of exclusively bringing in all type of thinking, stress, review, intemperaties, into a stronger one.

I’ ll be in your family but not more than a modest time, as I like walking naked, and that it is extremely dangerous to dictate another’s behaviour, little polite woman.

Respect is this, if I don’t damage any, well you should well try and interrogate yourself, instead of arousing hatred or its other one, pity.

Pity is a disease, not knowing oneself, thinking that one’s life is the ultimate. Lie.

I accept you cover, accept my nudity.

As for the little ones that have been said ‘don’t be or do be’ it is the rape system. The way of talking about reproduction, and this is dirty.

Also, to say to one’s children I care about you only in some of my own conditions, even if most of you will say it is for your survival-not the spiritual and mental ones, just the mein kampft, menial- is a way of saying I had you but as a way of discrepancies (creepy), I took what I have been offered. And I’ ll tell you each time you say to them if you are homo, you are not any longer my son, your baby land in my arms just like one of mine.

A way to talk about reproduction, bribe, prostitution as a marriage of institution, offerandes, and hatred, as pushing like that is a steal. Pretending one has taboo over it, funny. Urghh, so much than uggly. U r duplicitous. Urdu family like European, western, Asian, the all lot one have spent so many days of that, punishing instinct of fraternity and love for all. Without wife I am without home, and will be ready to kill, problem technical being that without my freedom blinded and mass murderer I will become. Pro-mise.

Miss, miser, and muse.

Here too they have stolen my wife, my husband, and deride my children. Everywhere hell stands, and the story you permitted, of soiling preferences and true love, will convey you crazy. Cray. Cray the days till the abnegation of another’s of your being holly happy, cray the day till this demon will you carry.

Carry. Carriers. Careers. Carers. To deem respect of one’s love lower than jobs and facilities, will gonna be settled by the bogey’s gee.

Gllllllllllleeeeeeeeee.

Little.

Litter.

To be who, with you, as much as one can be.

Who?man.

Woman and secrecy.

Secrete. Secretion.

Spy. Python.

Psy.que.

Who, what, whom? And the sacrosanct baby.

Lullaby, light and the abandon ceremony.

Despysing, neutrality.

Don’t threaten me calling me ser(f)-ious.

I am thinking of him, and not a little bit. Terminus.

Fiery, fairy will reign as much as we did not deign recognize the strength and length they were enlightening.

And he takes some talent to manage to come across the ones that might spoil my honest and loving nest because of jealousy, to find one’s female you ve got to have made yourself every second, every gram of your body ready. It will take some talent to come across this potential enemy not wanting to strangle them without losing my force pour autant, emporte le vent. For we ll be gone by the wind.

Win-D.

Dev, all.

Our work or schizophrenic job?

Or family or the way of not permitting other societies and nest of affectivity and learning and solidarity?

Or governments or the top of the cooking pot?

The chicken or the sucker despots?

Me or the whore of this all-mitey, comedy?

I haven’t a girl friend, I am married with my half, but we have to wait as to prove ourselves and be married by God, conferring alongside the real power, of healing each other and don’t think of escape.

Secluded not with her, she is my paradise, the way the prison are not the end of all freedom.

Sex, sec, cess, exS, escape, x-cap. I could die and no horror is most atrocious than live without going towards the idea of absolute loving. You.

To love is a thorn,

As before knowing you, all my being has been conducted by another one.

And now when I admit that you are the one, it is like a betray, or if it is not it, a demonstration of how the mind can play as never forecasting has lied nor been telling the strict reality nor seem.

Why a place, why a plant, why a plan or plea or pal? Why a palace, because goddess. But we should have felt that as good as this the nature is still empress, and by now conceive our dream, like the one serving gently.

My dream in the forests of the deserts that we would tend enough for it not to trespass on the water stream alimenting Mother, with M as grand and bold.

Upper case.

And dry the rest consisting in treating life as barren as gold for business ethics. No, not ethics but villain values and principles. Don’t feel like dying but as everyone is expecting, don’t feel like being held underground, the way we were stiffening the one we should have trend. If children reproduce the way their parents did, the new ‘ethnic cleansing’ will be the young to the old, like the old stuff we banned, all for the euthanasia. Hopefully one could be reuse for fertilize the ground. Gown.

Corps sage.

Cor sage.

Ps.

I could well, not well as I would have to die first, but I wish so not w-ish, but will, say yes

N’est = To be not.

Nier = recan’t

To be not, recan’t

Recant.

Germ—an.

An germ.

And England forgetting its one fussiness and gabble over a people it wanted as in one of there is on my crown.

And span-ish.

Not forgetting about the ese. Easy and geese.

Why people strive towards the negation of language and are happy to learn by default sciences poor in ethics and technicality poor in spreadings, and renovation (respect, and particular restauration, value of the past and of the object and of whom will have to know how to preserve skills and indicative of a nature to fulfil and seek need.

To negate the language as it is used to stop understanding what’s in the tricks and cons of the future leaders, always saying they are right, whereas their motto and motives are to kill without saying it outright. The language and its knowledge to replicate to their argument that they are sadder that sodder and sodder. And from there to have the clear outlay that one will have to resist if they don’t accept through inactivity, the devil decay.

Decades is what it takes to really get it, but once ewe, we have be happier, freer and more honest is the lifetime duty.

One cannot ask others to be like them whence the counter natural situation where children are dependent on their parents availability, aptitudes, skills, personality….

As in the absence of solidaritorial communities, ‘there is no such think as society.’ Tank.

Beat nik.

When people want to kill what would give power to flowers, the woods are getting peopled by popular insurgence for the note, bill.

Law. Awe. But without affinities, they are finite as long as our species.

Affinities and refinement, art and law in firmamend.

Countries.

Con and cunt

You are not my half, as my half is my child.

But you are my soul directly. You are my sole.

Sold the humans that would betray it.

Violating the terminology,

Violating the tales.

Violating the word, might be to restore the truth, as words has been tailored for the propaganda.

Viola ate, hating.

Viol is rape in Latin, not the yellow plants in field where it is comfortable to lay, or much more less.

Torture nowadays is in the fact that we got ethics and education and that despite of that.

Rest ore.

As for my husband it is the same I ll attack every work and word around you for me to stay your superior in grades. Speaking only about the way I ll protect you as you are my jewel more than you consent to do it for your self.

Yes.

Sey.

With the actual intelligence service and the simple fact that researcher would have notice the unbalance of the Serbian press, would you think at all possible for the other governments of ignoring, at least as soon as legitimate concerns would have triggered surveying, the genocide about to burst and ongoing?

And if so, how? By what trick of the blurring or halt to a ground still bureaucratic, administrative, politician blurring or mudding?

Gens, jambs.

Jesus Christ, in Latin is homonym of shout, yell and cry.

For the item you send on minority discrimination, of course I agree, the problem tough staying the same. People are wanting to take the place or to go at the same level of consumption, bribery, over-exploitation, things bad in our society that nevertheless benefit (Deficit) from high ranked glory, prestige, accumulation of luxury…the lust is the social game.

So what’s the point defending minorities for them to access to such way, manners, values, objects and tools for future replication of these same discrimination and violence?

Further accumulation and exponent?

Exponent, opponent.

De la misogyny, thinking of this scramble this is renders me phobic, do you understand?

I’ ve even abandoned my fiercer love in sending to you these letters, in writing for you at all hours.

Don’t freak out, I am the freak, but don’t be afraid it is only live, live is thus, like is like that.

Life is though.

Anyhow I am so idiot, that I am bullet proof.

Powerful complexity.

Range of simplicity.

Rejoicing?

Mind what one’s is doing as energy for the soul, is precious, as precious as blood.

Arranged marriage as because they are so linked and dependent with communities, system of revenues, abandon of one’s personal preferences are but prostitution, and it is why it is draped with a propaganda, of religious doctrines.

Not t-h-at I accuse these people to be specially puta, as the system at work, any work, no regulation, no fair policy, no pity, not taking heed of workers daily concerns and skills as the specialists they are –dangerous doing that? Of course dangerous as much as ethics are not following /followed = the ethics of doing things correctly without damaging no one and noting it well: nothing.

The work is prostitution and the citizenship, counting on others’ countries distress also.

At least some muslims, due to the fact that the word religion is compulsorily used as soon as you are born, have the frankness to say that islam is but politics as they are as the west, forgetting that politics is deemed to be noble and not a poo of self-service seffishery

, save my sherry, selfishness,

If communities prevail over individuals we are in fucking poo, as communities are just a market, the machinery of a business, using one principle, terror.

And if individual prevail over communities, well it will be anarchy as individual is in the complete impossibility to even if they were ethically perfect, to assess, reassess, each portion of what is happening and has to be observed.

And after all that there is liberty, there is creativity, and beyond cre-ation. Cre (Latin homonym with cry.)

Discrimination alongside servitude has one aim, to prevent people from check and balances and thus preventing perhaps exploitation. Servitude and exploitation in a system like in ours that will become more and more monopolistic, with one single network and with dead entity or Mafiosi maverick for alternatives, with less and less accountability and transparency, will im-manquably, that you cannot miss, fail to notice, become slavery.

Notice, m, mo, noise, noce.

To be the child of a prostitute, to have had to undergo prostitution and torture done by one’s parents, but still to cherish them and to wish to see them reincarnate as they give the raison-d-etre. One the will of stopping prostitution as when possible, two the general principles of live such as honesty, and the believe that one day the planet could be free. A religion over which will go and rest your anguish and hopes, and own behaviour, and this is bestowed, with these principles that one will learn to estimate oneself as their own savoir, savior and nobilities. Nobilities not the one that come and rape the ones that get less money, not the one that will that opportunity in the word of infamy.

But if I could tell my mama about the evil that slipped in me, she would stop to tell again and again that the word is beautiful as I thought the same about the culturmers. Customes, customers, who plaid it so daddy. And it is why I could now kill everybody as I know that sometimes the more nice they try to appear, my worse than enemy, but a disease.

I am not saying it is important, I am saying it is honest, therefore is important.

I am not saying it is honest, I am saying it is important, therefore it is nothing but our death.

I was loving you like I could not even imagine, as what was making my imagination to a standing block is that you could well go tomorrow, or you could well stay for only tepid exchanges. Do I love the present and future deepenings or do I love the past figure, my regret of having believed not in one person but in an accident?

Growing old like the clothes and building and everything that are thrown whereas there are simply in a stage of reconversion, reuse, or of repair. To grow old will beome our nightmare.

Become, behome. Cccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

CO.

Unit and company.

The devil has the human beings shape.

The time to understand that if there are so many rubbishes in life, is that we are rubbish ourselves, and here come the time of true possible resistance.

Resistance not out of celebrity but out of the necessity of looking up to someone in order to remember every moment of this life that resistance is love inspired and should not go into the spiral vampire of glory and values vampires. I d like vampires if they were choosing to inspire respect for all ranks creatures, the rank is difference, the norm integrality. A vampire to frighten who would trespass the threshold of dignity. We are not such vampires, we are the one that want to feed their flesh with more than morbid, insanity.

Don’t take insane like a disease, it is the norm, the pace of destruction, you so called intelligence if any more than plagiarism, is obviously evil moquery.

Afraid. A frey.

Right.

Night.

Knights.

Strength.

Length.

Depth.

Your are not a chive, you are a little baby, it is that to be a chief when one does not work at it.

Were-wreck.

Chief, chide.

To show all of your persona aspects to you child is a natural thing to do. And show them your feminity or your virility, your way of making love and cove, show everything is natural and advisable, if it is not in fact a betray to retain family secret. Doing it while saying you can only know bless for mummy, your family, your clan, your country. In short specifying the bliss, bless and boundaries to some limits, specificities, or whatever oven extremities is an act of incest. Pretending one is the sole, the best, the only, selling, enforcing an illusion of dependence.

Nevertheless without my dependency to my wife, my moon and my dependable and loyauty, I d b out-rance (rotten, gone) (outrage).

Alchemy. Scheme. Sham or shame.

M as.

Felinity

Feminity

Thank full I am a woman, I can watch you without visible protruding.

Not that I think of anything, but you, your presence is enough flying me into trance and reportaduction story.

Port in Latin means carrying and having you into my soul is what is needed

It is like Khomeini said that Islam is but politics, and Christian ministery, the problem is that they spit at a good concept originally. Politics are supposed to free one’s people and free the general will and aim at live together, healthier, an exploring whatever can. So speaking about religion as they were politics pretending we are straight forward is still hypocrisy, is only to para-vent, partition the goal of having some servants, and not of god, of one’s monster self, the excitation of sadomasochism, the wanker wandering into the Seine. The river of Paris, don’t say I am eurocentrist, it is the only one I know, the others are barred from my sight as a dodo.

They d rather tourist that true humanist, as cannibalism is universal under standing (tomb) of the mot [tome](mot, word in Latin) to.

Paris.

Parish. Romantism facing death, the absolute that leads a lover to choose the elixir rather than live in chains. Not by weakness but to avoid being raped like everyotherelse are from the cradle to the grave.

Was I becoming serious with you honey? No I was becoming up to the infiny, up to the infancy, grave. But as it is my true envy and policy, I could glimpse happiness, possible a little bit. And my hatred and frustration not for the fornication but for my poetry.

Ring, rigged as the family of one government, of shame.

Islam slam the door of others’ opportunities at the global hunting, hotting. Not warm but oveny.

Slick and slit. Genocide as wear so many times, ethnic cleansing to make clear that we are the new hitler, jihad, the inquisition. We rob God with the words and concept it gave us, by using them without application.

The lazier is your children and unconsciously I doubt it is for their free good: dependency and guardianage, is what is called. Lad, clad. Locked in on non-skills mess miss mist misery.

And mystery eaten by false parentage.

Era non spiritual, announcement of what food will become our springs.

Miss-mass.

People might pretend that it is naked that we are weaker but it is also naked that the defense would grow fiercer.

Marx said that religion was the people’s opium, but it seems like the first bust has passed since a very long time.

Don’t you think?

To be the new writer speaking and challenging a bit of religious dogma. A prophet, not an angel.

Angel. Age. And gel.

The hunch back from having read, prayed, and listened to while on the bench.

The hunch back as curvy as its belle.

It be better to pray to god, instead of addressing prayers of thief to each other. The community of babar and vampires.

Pay, payed.

She was dong, doing her show of importance. And to understand her tends to promiscuity as it has to be in a situation where she d play to the madam in a bordello, where and when she could be growing her ego.

loin

She, sheer, she-her.

Uni-vers (latin: towards) all.

He is not more gay than you are, as you are only interested in the same sex company, he is just lovely and likeable.

It is not belief, it is theatre.

The body is here to remember that we have to give ourselves self respect, as if we do not, it will transform into a wreck of reason and hatred. As propel by grand principles but unattainable as we are dying against the evil others’ thriving. Mind and body, balance reality on ground, and reality in abstraction.

I love you like I would love my wife, my reason, my mother, my child, my god, my logics, my soul.

Not it is not violent, it is peaceful and bliss.

But, as with you there is always a but, and but is aim, motives and purposes in Latin. Lactation.

Before a threat don’t say any, as the threat is asking for a consent. And when reasoning loose the stilts upon which they were acclaiming their hovering, they re is nothing prepared to drown in ocean.

Belfry.

The toll of lying to one’s own scheme and intellectuality, to one’s own children and building, to spoil everything up to the genes. Mind there will be always the holy spirit providing for light, especially to the degenerate but even so, human peelings are ready to take this tool in getting rid of every specimen don’t aiming at m-oney.

Manning market collapsing into mud to the hairline, the terra cota we ve destroyed to erase Africans’ life and juggle prosperity, is gonna come back plentifully. The statutes of Pompeus as free as we are petrified.

Th-ink.

And he played being despising, though he like so much the dicks, but with me, the other father he does not work as I love my children more than my husband, as my husband has over them the shaping of their lives as conduct, I would have crushed him by any means, to retrieve their candour and bravity.

Bravity. Brevity,

Costumers of prostitution are submitting to the same demons as what they have a laugh at.

It is aborted self love. Whory in one word.

Working for a whore is not a job, would we proceed onto reconsiderrate general vocabulary.

When laziness becomes resistance. But when resistance becomes neglect and cowardice.

Does love exist?

You cannot be in love with your jail nor with your keeper.

On this world, artificial.

Artifice? Weapons of w. Ar and/or hore.

Whore, artifice and fire works and turn over of staff, staff made dildo, but our system is dead as the dodo.

Do, love exist.

My neighbourghs coming and coming.

I suppose they caress each other all night to manage this degree of relaxation.

To say no, not in an aggressive manner is to say no like one says its prayers as, if one believes that the answer is a holly one. Ad decision to participate in the air of one’s time and study.

Because one says something others look at you like if you were the devil reincarnated, don’t believe in anything resembling stability.

Spy and satellite.

The people laughing at abstraction and theories, mocking it is not applied.

But without the drawing of it, the reality tougherly they would remind.

We don’t love any longer.

We have found each other.

I don’t dare to sign by my own name as every sound of my following is the sounds that from your tone of voice coming to my ear, despite hurdle mountains between our two corps.

I am your plagiary, as every word ma bell(e) is a prayer for you as long as my being (om).

In French amour LOVE, is composed by two syllable, ame (soul) and our.

And love is O VE-thee, and dove the symbol of peace and fraternity.

L ove, l ife, heave, if, health (elf).

To acknowledging of one’s honesty, don’t say thank you. As one day it could be a question of survival.

To have the duty to betray, or to have the right to check out.

The religious communities not in general praying God but in secret, are in fact market place where people pray each other to build an empire, but not the One, bother.

We are not only human, but creature of God, universe and nature. To spend one’s time discussing the human aspect (organisational, functional, anatomic) is taking the issues by the shortcut, but avoid the more general context of who the creation is, in its moral, metaphysical, strength, force, relation to what else, domain??

Human beings except the shape recognized ‘unanimous’ does not say nothing of its origins, constituents, surroundings, link and aims.

The common in society, is this big machine rolling on whatever is in front. Go from this monster, flee, fell that one cannot beg for it to be fair.

To choose between love and death. As loving each other will attract our destruction by other. And our decision of not living together would call a spiritual mort.

Then it is not choosing between love and death, but in fact choosing between love and live.

They ban homo, but the whole population is in camp and barrack.

On promulgating the matricide trends of saying that women are only beauties, bounties when younger.

It of course reveal an hint un-avowed for paedophilia policy (obligatory) as one is supposed to look at the most young people.

On the other hand, age in good terms are associated with wisdom, and therefore justness of taste. It could be well be associated with courage, liberty, knowledge, and power of mystery demystification as people near death will fear less than other people counting the seeker of the former against their career of sham.

And there is no beauty without these quality, at least none that could take (intro)inspection.

Could it be a discouragement at looking ‘used’ as a flee from activities, militantism, resistance, responsibilities, or a hope for less sufferance, or a desire of being the exploiter, leaving people fighting while oneself is agreeing to the servant rules and servitude instead of work conceptualising solidarity and the complexity and intensity of having to share tasks and heighten the dream and deep conclusion of our viable offspring on, uma, the society meaning.

Could it be the need we would have to stay young and stop reproduction as they will have to assume the longetivity without to depend on overpopulation backlash or a younger taskforce or neglecting their (deities) duties of care or not going on organising a system in which people have access to job, and job not detrimental nor for their physical or mental health (well being to be appreciated and taken into consideration altogether with the skills and knowledge piously drained by experiences)

In addition, in proper love story we d proclaim I want your love and age. Without these assumptions what exactly is beauty? Reproduction, production, elasticity capable of taking more abuses and endure? Or is it the sign that one don’t feel, don’t react at them?

Anyway people fear to get older because older are banned from staying where children are living, separating thus energy and wisdom, imagination and inspiration, raw and release, spontaneity and series, impulsions and telepathy, believe and motto, auto and dialo, mono and deo, anyway two, so millions fold different stages that are so in pain of being separated (how, in which state is gonna terminate itself this satanic apartheid?)[parenticide by euthanasia, infanticide by genetic manipulation].

I don’t thik there is sadder than imagine one’s life and by consequence one’s older life without one’s finding, one’s female, companion (con {with} pan {all}), or m-ale (as long as you don’t mind the protuberance).

Or yes maybe if one see oneself a widow, dido, (id) maybe it is the why of looking for juvence when thinking about this society token on a glass (clef de cider) content still half running prospect.

I don’t thik, I don’t think

Meme.

Mémé.

(Deities)

Duties

Man-age.

Being.

Bien (good and goods in latin).

Good, goods. Which is which?

As for the Jewish question, I was wondering if it was possible for me to try and gather info to submit some of it but after the course, as it is a question that I d be interested in enough to try and further opportunity.

Whatever I lose my money, my job, my country, my life, my family, my friends, my everything, I l l o go nearer my wife.

The ‘non-sense upon stiletto’ that these writing unworked, unchecked, unreread nor trained, does not contain.

Fur-ther.

Whatever I lose my wife, I’ ll kill the people being on my way to love her with all my heart.

Love is survival beyond one’s species and specificities.

The one who say, please abandon this message, you would not lead ware nor war in a proper way is my spouse without I would die after nothing anyway would soar.

s-ore.

Sorce(lle)ry is rehabilitated when stability is at its point of overturning, as a recipe could be the means of avoiding massacres and genocide. Sacrifice for the preacher, but hey, life is sometimes good shorter.

On torture admin or afro. Whatever the state, whatever the jungle. The preacher is the one, the ignorant among ignorant, who for only precept hear the voice coming from the firmament ‘wait, wait, wait, and bloody hell, it gonna be in life and as soon as after it’

On human rights specialty total closure

If it is possible for you to let people know:

We could repaint the prison that we have educated, informed, fashionable, modern, our beauty. Finally people are funny talking about pollution and all, as we are as extinct that the other species.

Modern, moderate. But intelligent and honest moderately. So so such that for the global death one is ready.

Mode earn.

I d like you to know that alongside scrapping art diploma, the U.K has this year entirely binned the specialty of human rights programs associated these social sciences (not the legal aspect, but philo, history, socio, politics).

Please could you take a few minutes considering this information as it is horrific to understand that human rights bachelor of art single honor degree cannot be found any longer in the whole U.K, country of the mean international language.

HUMAN RIGHTS, the only tool that are supposed to defend democracy, and that is invoqued by politicians, market, and civil society, alike in order to gain some legitimacy.

In the U.K, and elsewhere of course, there won’t be any more specialists it is finished.

Thank you for your attention and carefulness.

If you want more detail:

In a world, that’ d (Vlad, evad) like to be regarded as democratically growing and comprehensively globalizing…

It is one of the very ‘arms’ that these people want us to give up for the profit of more laissez-faire, or better “laissez-aller”. (meaning next time is on you the security guard, even if the only of your instruments are loose ‘polite’ letter.
very few human right university diplomas might still be found in the US, but god knows how expensive – and thus elitist and prefabricated, and per se anti human rights they intrinsically are.

Like the dubious fees demanded by some human rights lawyers, linking money – and whence economic discrimination – to the propagation of information necessary to the benefit of human societies and peace and security as a whole; these fees are in fact a contemptuous publicity toward the very idea of human rights and obligations. The blatant mise-en-place of a domineering and insulting masquerade of impunity.

Losing one’s field, like losing the autonomy from the market tactics, a what want to be put with as generalization, compulsory assignment for everyone to accept discrimination as being inescapable- if you don’t subscribe- no entry to we let-you-live-in-the-laissez-faire- area.

The so-called human rights alongside all sciences, theories and practices are dependent on this and it is why human rights are actually bearing a bad name. At these paces, let us hope they would still have one.

To conclude I’ d like to draw your concern on the fact that police beats up peaceful protestors. It is the clear sign of the end of the genuine rights of freedom of assembly and manifestation. The greatest of new is that this opportunity to voice one’s opinion is the last bastion of freedom of speech. Believe a older worker, freedom of speech cost you your job or even your voluntary seat within the counter power of civil society, very, very, easily. Freedom of expression had just seen put down its last bastion. Let’s recall that in the U.K general strikes (students, plus workers) are prohibited. It is done we are completely dispersed and ready for the kick.

On a last note, about the fees I thought the demo too much concentrated on the pounds, because if we paid the profs and all, still why not, but after university what? Unemployment? Or having to accept to work in any kind of conditions or unethical programs.

A little more sadness, let’s to say ‘utterly terrifying’, this system will leave each individual dependent on the bank assent to grant money to start for study. It means that one can be tested psychologically, intellectually and ideologically. That means that the banks would have the monopoly on who they would like to send for ‘qualification’.

Enjoy your day.

If the bible were announciating that the human and only the humans were chased and hunted out of the paradise? Believing by the same occasion that they are superior only because they are the destructor, but if so, as God is God, it would be only the destruction of their own mirroring.

Fuck you all and deep.

Fuck you all and deeper.

Love is dead, as everything is throw, nothing is kept, or even respected, the nature and every being is regarded as rubbishes. Love is of course where it has had its living, lying. Also it is gone.

Also, All solo.

Do not count on having the follow-sati. As it is not worth thinking more about the former. Since it will be asked again, but for godness’sake what’s this insanity? It is not clear enough, could you spend more time to expand yourself honey onto profanity. Because explain that again and again is more than difficult, it is sado-masochist, pervert and border line racist, homophobic, altogether rapist. Clear enough clarity, charity, calamity. Every of these words are all but empty as your brain is not recognizing that it is in fact of you that they are gonna to be monopolized. Pole bear no more than it could, there it is a so simplistic rule. Hiss. As long as you much, it won’t be long enough to fire the devil out of your building. You rent, and encourage its home, but I will stop to speak of him as a “it”, because human first sin is to deem oneself as being bone enough for not driving spineless its fragile cock.

Bone, agile, one would like any monkey draw the cover over impunity. Do, do, do. Dodo.

To meet the woman of my last days with the meaning of the succession secede on an explosion of joy, fireworks of meaning mining the play of the compatriot that wish us to dive in.

At 20ish, ‘of my evening’ (mano solo: singer) I fell on the stairs because of alcohol. I bumped so loudly my head that I don’t recollect my remembrances of what happened at school. Now I know am hunted, I can well imagine why I had to be lavish with good underserved feelings. Underserved and unwanted as people need severity, even when they choose the total hypocrisy of calling that nasty. As far as hypocrisy is theirs, the name of my domain is called therminated easy.

They said they were waiting for the prophet, but what happen with convergence, is that everyone gets ready, and build a meeting for and to energy. And so happens not a dream, no prophecy, but the sum of imperfection and apex of what we’ ve got if it and from.

The devil is a scarce mean; as if it does not retaliate quickly we won’t understand that poetry is on the becoming of the accessory.

See intelligence of the politico-polito, correcto, fito (as fit as a whimsical tantrum). Of course, it is still risky as you don’t understand it either. In blank and frank methods, your sole rights and even more frightening, your sole duty is to say yes, I am a oui-oui (yes-yes), tac, tac, tic, tic, toc, toc, the clock. Time is finished as sure as your radio talk about only one menu, the soccer, people under the drugs of infamy, the famine of our tried body. Even when it is for sex, notes, bribery, trick in game, unfair injury, malicious attempts and all the company, the only worth of it is to stop knowing pity and be fast and aghastly ready for the outing, but not by whistle, by sovereignty. Not talking about beckam arboring (aborigenes)

Nicety.

Nicity.

Nic it.

Understand a little why some person did advocate agrarian revolution. The ‘year zero’ (Khmer) is (mer can) gonna be not a beginning but for the underground storey.

Mer-can-tile.

Can’t tile

Or have to til’t.

abhor , gene.

aborigine

I am disgusted to still have to talk about ethnic cleansing, more than for criminalizing the wordy beginning of the conspiracy. Piracy is what idiomatic construct == and idiot for so many. They are not words, they are swords, canines, pin, smiles and grins. Just word is in the nil believing and holy ones, a matraque in French like, mat rack, a police iron bar, a club, tru-nche-on.

At yours 30ish you worked with this guy of the smile that brought you in awe, as for your respect for older in the family. Up to feel now that it was one that raped any woman for not having had the courage of the standing.

Bout de diou, de (sa)cre de nom de die-u.

Dieu. God in French.

Die-u

Remember Trafalgar, waterloo? Sea.

As for the f-ish…

Person-whole.

Personal.

Humanitarian.

Humanit arian.

The only person that I might content with my activities is my mummy’s cos she does not speak too well, so since the sound for her is still the one of her baby, she could feel ready, happy. But she does not read either.

Even if I am, the proof is, in the mash, mask up to the ears, there is still something saving it, I am not an English person, what is a good point.

Don’t rush on that, I am not actually calling on dissemination. Dissimilation.

I write, keep myself content humour running, but I have doubt about how could really, rally, this be read, da herr.

Simple message have become boring, we don’t know nothing about ourselves, only that transport is not only nacelle.

The denuded literature, for the poor, for the people whom do not have anything, no thing but the corps (body). And it is that is prob ably this hatred and fine thin thud hove phobe (fauve) on illiteracy, or withcraft, witchcraft, of the none.

Even thing are not thing, but what may we be doing?

May man, y?

Why as, whereas, whyas, prouding human being?

No, not rushing the gold is no in the murder of souls and seats. Sit down and one would know that the human race is petite.

For the god’s pity, this one is a secret one, like everything after my knowing, used to nigh existing.

Nigh-high

I did not at all intent to send random, I did not remember that I still knew people, and about the others’ address. Anyhow cetvies is about this crazy unchecking.

The last right.

The last rite.

Gale axies.

Reproving. Dis approve.

Proof?

What tracks is on death row, wor, wore, habit (clothes in French) cover.

Solution. Sole you.

Aloof alall.

Knew, new.

Wen.

Re(a)son

You my half that clues give me with all the awe that deserves the preservation of any love.

Reason, your babe inside every word.

Reason, the ability at giving to future, our world, son on and on. Doubt her.

Blue

blew.

CHAPTER I:

Blue

blew.

CHAPTER II:

Moura, amour

Mourir = mortal.

If people keep on leaving their rubbishes on tables, on grounds, on everywhere, no talking, too high level, of being autonomous, for someone else to go behind, it is because they are getting closer from slavery, as in ancient Egypt where luxury flirted with atrocities in the name of a place called a palace for mommy.

It is shipped as dirt.

Man, human, hu-man, you man.

Finally with rhetoric like this, one thinks themselves as being the sole actor where there is twice much, in fact billions more than expected.

And it is like that that one is cut into pieces out of comprehension, honor, and sees.

I don’t even talk for me, it is my wife that knows, even if I’ d wish my love is too daddy to smell how this sleaze laze goes.

If you want to lose your head, it is ok, i d like to assist,

But don’t love with them

Oh, sorry lose.

Openly Fascist regimes will burn the books and surely for this main reason is that any book into the hands of a fascist attitude will be managed to serve its ideology trends.

Every sentence could be utilized against you.

Furthermore, it is also why it is so important to understand the authors’ context whatever sociologic, economic, social, professional, familial, mental, psychological, personal backgrounds alongside their motivations and stratification and community shaping that occurred during the writing to live their debates and necessity.

Debates, combats.

I-deo (god)-logy.

I here should be written ‘i’, it would keep its humility, not of, from and aiming at sembling or citing ‘dynasty’. Ego, egg, hog.

And I is a temple scratching the sky as long as the soil is well and firm. Not stiffen by concrete, but by pastors’ caressees.

Human beings has spent its energy edifiying building that are too high for them to check and balance orders and so they will have clans.

And for any another of them one day they will have for scene the building without foundations as they are gone in mine, they will distinguish, peering through one’s soul that the temples are too heavy for the mind to fly.

Why did they kill the nomads? Or the little house, good shed maybe?

She’d.

Oraison. (O reason)

And a relationship.

If you possess the ability at exiting, prompting, you possess too those at

calming, pondering.

In – ter – action.

Ter and double play.

Remedy and/or its poison.

Der. Ter. Don’t worry nor argue too much it is just Latin.

A propos, the French former hegemony coming from being the main

remain of the Latin mastery.

Lyrics and elaborated grammar.

Der (nier)(end) ter(re)(soil, ground, plan-et)

No, it is just the privatization of up to my grand-ma, which leaves us

voiceless, deprive of roots, references or chiefs. Or the chance of

belonging to a just society, just fragmented to the point that the break

down of units render no one able to report about the condition of their

humanity- you get the sack if you want to follow the few good laws that

are supervised by ??? Santa-clauss (scent close) and still if you write your letter

about what is missing, the address of the Gestapo is the one receiving.

You loose your job if you want to speak a bit more than what you are

told to be paid. Deprive of dignity.

Deprive.

De private.

Superstition.

Super tuition.

A way of recording. Ex a mine.

Eyes are the soul’s mirrors because beyond the fact that I can recognize

you and your spirit into this bird, the way he looks at conveys the same

regard.

Guard.

The lines of the eyes are so fine that they are almost instant vision of

what happens to the brain and heart. Entrance to the soul? At least near

the main organs.

And trance of the body.

By the way when one talk about personality, might well talk about the difference of attitudes due not to psychology but perceptions.

Also here the explanation what for people lie about the hardship or simplicity muddled and kicked out of the a-ware, to use human beings just like a tool and not leaving it too much at the right stove, and on the propaganda keeping him busy denying its bro their rights and their duty.

Machine un-thing-ing=with action however linking.

Denied of its one’s thought as not invest with, for its only say on natural fertilizer its con-damned stool.

-It is not of your business.

-And if I was killing you, it won’t be either.

Future collapse,

And collective lapse.

The problem of religions is that they are unfair and intolerant, and the on the poverty and accumulation, wasting, exploitation they put the veil of laissez-faire.

Like I, said Nietzsche, god is dead, not in true grounds but in the religion are a monster having lost its head.

Not that any religion could have god but at least to honestly pray, prize, praise any of these creatures, to the help to any other and any of its activities, its self quest-as long as life is not threaten by any of our plan. We are subordinate not of god but of the hidden wish of saying we are working towards divinity while aims are at the denial that life is so short, that god is dead for it is in no second that we will repay.

And on the other hand for what’s is religion is thank to them, we still speak of supra.

Provide the don’t deride.

Decorticate.

dissection.

Shelling.

Shell ey. (thank you for marry on imported fables)

intimacy

in time.

What am I grinning at you my love, it is because you introduce in my discourse thing, counteract, that if I had to take into account, my having to argue would become too difficult, too complex for me to treat.

I have always wage war in your name, and now we can speak you lecture me about the limitation of my view, that if I did that for not the good of all, I should have better done to stay on my own.

But for you I ll reconsider, but for you without strength and anger, what my angel, my lamb, agneau, could come?

The soil, the land, the ground.

What about the underground? Guarded as it is from respecting the funds, and conduct its fertilizers. Don’t mine it to preserve its crust and limits, and give back that it perm(able)its, in for example making compost up to recycle our body waste.

This limit having not being nurtured what about our underground armour?

Thinking in haste will bring death fast.

Boy. Body.

Girl. Hurl.

Where are humans from?

Si tu ne fait pas cela, cle.

Je fais vais croire que je ne suis qu un de plus sur tes histoires de perles rares.

If you don’t do, odd.

I am bound to understand that I am another else providing your stories about your endeared scarcity.

And that like a mumu, it is my feminity that you pursue.

I d like to be your moon, but if the light’s not real, it has to come from the pervert-satyre, in love iw with oneself.

But I am not a mumu, I won’t enjoy my pussy for being the queen of my children lost autonomy.

Christians are the same, am not writing this for economy, I will avoid fatua, faulty.

To pretend be a preacher because you want my wife as your prostitute or as your nanny. My boy let me tell you that if I cannot kill you in the name of homosexuality, others will do, another of one of the all intrusive religions, re-league, name it.

If I call you mumu, it is not by disrespect, is that the religion does not hold it.

League.

Real agua.

Le age.

And tradition suffer from being enslaved by the one in power, the brutes punishing the older, the younger, the women. Undignified the stratus that are not here for the stream towards purity and water needed for all asperities.

Humanity law, relig-ion releguer. Beleaguer, relic, reel, real

Describe the same, but what are we getting?

Beget

Renounce your homosexuality, you would be killed for your renouncement. As no one is brutishly ignorant, we need some courage, you d be killed savage as an example for the ave age.

Through the teeth you can feel the nerve arouse inside the bone and enamel.

Soul and sanctuary. Need for healthy. How can we do health as long as one to transform mouth not into taste but shut down to a neck that promised you to break. Brake the natural feeling of having two happiness, enjoy oneself while noing others’ and all as wells.

No-ing is a good when they bury the right and duty to prioritize actions over common good- of course the common good is not self service, in fact it is as your participation give you the choice of pick them up if you see your socializing-other than for food- as a necessity.

As for homosexuality issues they are the bigger because people make us believe that it is the only concern they are on religion. These bastards stinky that live on poverty and perverting others into saying I ll betray up to my individual freedom as being an individual, not at the service of the rats that I cannot even vote for, they are hierarchy of monarch too less in courage to show their head, I d cut.

Because right now honey, people look at each other in whispering perfectly that we won’t have anything left, that they continue for their tomorrow, not the tomorrow of their children.

That when one is abandoned the survival instinct is on killing people that made business of it.

But who? Every one? No any record I am sorry. As if they were one, we could start to sieve, not lifes but the companies that have more than purses but the curse over the legion.

Us, we work all for that, what happens, are we king carpat, carpet?

I’ d rather Dracula as at this point of thing, maybe could it be eliminate the one more abusing.

For the ones that cannot sin the debt that privileges have over humanity, at least to leave a corpse rend would come like the prophet.

Prophecy of nothing, don’t sound emulated. People are dying and all get the TV, that finally tells us, here are your daily, as soon as your bread won’t have to be fleshy by the rosy chin of your own fuckery. Faker.

To see the light poured like a transcendental stream, but that put you in (an) awe. I don’t do it, well. Will.

w.ill if am not dying from it or my coming to be too short for that, or worse unwilling to do my duty, life is misery.

To be pre-tense, say what we think we could before the melody.

Fucking writing, me courageous, not note naught. Scourge.

But at least, one could be accuse of dishonesty if the theories are not outright lies desinvolte, casual, casually, casualties.

Mind if it is like in this planet where people provide laws that could appear ok, but for show nothing that if one follows them, I’ d be discartel, dismembered. Ecarteler. Told apart. Tear apart.

The writer should be invite to test it.

Accountability process work only for an account the bank figure and shape.

I am evil, but from your contentement of having this kind of job, one prayer, for the people now deprived from forks or any useful party, is to see the bank play with figures on a large scale.

Why being so nasty. Because you won’t wake up before the tyranny that is so praised indiscreetly as if in the mosque, churches, government, any of our offices, people called upon psychology, to appear happy before the utile savagery. God who takes the time to look at your dandle, will think how come that h is a pork. As a pro of the technology we would have hoped, desperate that we would accept that a pork is the unknowns enemy. Be their sufferance, as the one of the homo that are discriminate, not for your orgies, but for proposing, the last that h put the planet through, stupider. Stew pie. Spire, spider.

Stupid, stew, spied.

I wanted to dedicate my work to the woman I love. But the woman I love is behind every sound I am prepared to deal of.

To be submitting, sub, as one cannot face its resolution and death.

As in a group or they all pray ducking or embracing their hands, in the only hoping that their false bro will maybe spare them. Not long, you would better inform on history and recurrent pattern. Servitude as final solution as if hitler wanted to be alone to lash Jesus Christ.

Not that I am for jess, I d be alone by now, looking at the crowd and say, I did not know that in my writing was the blood in my plate.

Immaculate.

Accuser.

Does the devil whistle?

How kind of prey one has to be to endorse this rubbish of ignoring the birds?

Murderer.

Mort d’horror.

More erer.

Mort error.

This dream of the super heros, to kill the mean as soon as we would exactly be in-formed of what happens.

Knowing everything? To say that one can know the exact circumstances of the chains of acts, would have to realize one’s dream of pure judger to have sold to the devil this begging question, what happened? What was round?

The veil worn as it hides, restrains some of your perception. It develops

some others.

It protects from the sun and the sand

Whilst people can be more in chase to potential perception, sense,

vision, prayers, determination, mission. Or be all in out-look for

Potential attacks.

To hide the inhumane injury of having to serve the undeserved.

Or pray without show one’s exaltation.

If it is not for identity or say my people is dying, my thank you won’t come or not religiously plotting an overturn topple, with too similar faces that would be recognized as being with the same philo, exploitation, outrance, outrank, outrage, saturation (unshamely, or yes by the perversion of religion called humiliation fronting humility) out-rage, out-range. Gare = station, beware.

Nage = swimming distance. Range.

Age.

Riches go with security

As the more they want to get rich the more they must hire enough

satisfied staff for protection.

In the hope of the most, that one will have to get people happy with

having to dedicate one’s time to protect one’s other idiosyncrasies.

To keep your staff happy with their jobs and able to protect and enhance

that they are trusted with better working conditions have to be put in

place, that leading to perhaps better social conditions.

The missing element being that people might be able of any type of

unfairness and ruthless for money or for simply the means of living or

surviving.

. on staff and stuff controlling, and the riches to work at one’s personal fetich, without one has to devote one’ sacred time to another whimsical esteem.

Gargantuan

Guargantesque.

Guard the giant.

Mind.

Monopoly of the waste stag.

Religion is a place where everyone should stay silent.

When this is not occurring then humans = H tell and ordain themselves as

being god and religion becomes the bearer of sectarianism, the

condoner of totalitarism.

Morals are somethings, else, the intra-intrinsic duties and reason for life to be respected as the only one lesson.

Reveal and bring one’s cattle, as human as any other creature as to guard the nature.

Reveal in reproduction or rear of the veal.

But don’t tell me sacrifice, as without the R that brings out liberty and sanity (san, sans, sang- without blood) of life.

R-eveal.

Sacrifice

Cru (raw believed)

Rue, = dangerous, anger. Accrue.

Plastic and other poison, into the ground, in the air, will gonna eat them as life of human is with them mad-e busy.

We will have to called the jin, people of fire, to expiate habits without pi(e)ty.

B-US_Y?

Communism can’t work since imposes unto the people.

Imposing what, how and who shall produce and sell.

Thinking that it is possible to know and have found or rather founded!

Too much interest in sex hides fear of other situations.

With diverse ways of contention, debates, interests, perspectives,

Territories, concessions…

wanking.

Finally feeling good when i have lost my energy.

As i don’t know where i would have put it (fire).

Accompli-shed.

Hip= the fruit of the wild rose.

And their baby.

Like a father, she was ignoring my advances reacting so pushing me towards others’ inspirations and ambitions. She, this man, my man, like my mummy pushing me, keeping me aloof.

Abandoned twice. Am I my own, twin enemy?

As a writer all personal pronoun, love don’t be-long, it last. Forever.

I am a lesbian, a woman for the woman I d die with and for, for her my writing.

Without apologizing but still to have to say, to have to spend this holy time since heel hell is its display. I have to do this as for the first stone, mumu don’t stand the story before them.

Them, stop the laugh, it is compulsory, sory.

A compulsion of hatred that lead you to think that I will accept to be led by men –manhood- that cannot be evaluated enough to take for life, the wife it at random.

Everyone can understand that repartition of family unit was a survival play, but keep down in survival and death dance will outlay.

It is a good reaction not to believe in another prophet that the all equal respect.

It prevents you from believing one’s has itself invented every thick.

She would stop me when I am flirting with death and not the sword.

The morals writings are about the people’ s attitudes.

But morals as attitudes are not inbelibelable.

Bello, belligerent, libel.

When people speak about community, party, corporation, trade as they spit, crept, script (king, unabolisher baton) den a threat. The society of accumulate and without having to work for it luxury-restablishing a fair proportion and having the people choicing on what count most and best for them, and the object of true study, the object in which they could make love a conceptualize, crystalyse interest endlessly-, the society of slavery.

Ariel with my several of the reasons.

Gabriel, you the one, giving to my soul its live, liberty.

How am I gonna to have sold it, hwo could I protect our love and life as a whole without be lost in it?

And if I lose you, what would from becoming the mass murderer the most notable prevent me?

Crunching when praying is to appease one’s misery, exhaust, the breathing to him directly.

From my wife, hetero of sickness sadness sadness ugly. Without her and her teaching me that hetero can be alright, we are together, if you now that I, mean, would cut you into and eat your flesh, one by one, one by one, all of you, the soft eunuch, that can’t even forbid others deciding for your pussy. I d eaten you all licking bones and sucking inside for not it to feel again, the weight of one’s dirty.

She was hetero, but for me my wife, is the paradise, the one I grow for it to take me.

If refuse an ideal becomes more boody that the fear that having to lose a few commodities through fight for liberty.

In love, at least a little, it is this little that permit to take long term decision or from them, powerful action, ab solute, tell me why you don’t love me anylonger and if it correspond to the precept with which I love you for and with, I could still be your man, woman that would applied the one you believe in.

Maybe mind you d be ok to let me spurned after the rise of the possible, it would take me ten tomes to speak about the espoir (opposite of despair) that have belonged to the shadow, the forgotten easy, the slave of the economy that would know that ideology would not hold them for ever from terrestrial, see.

The evil exist, but as a master no, only has another occurrence described so in our ken or encompass, master h,e d become to eat us and our sin, and soul is the gourmet, gourmette, bracelet. The crucifix, any talisman.

To realize to which point I am phobic when putting me in a situation of thinking that that could come for me. Maybe not in the light as in the light I would not call for it. But why if I was deciding to go inside a cave and be haunted by the shadow of my remembrances?

Soul, solu.

Sold-e

Solo, dissolute. Desolate.

solution

soulagement (relief, relive, the dimension of the more than previously seen)

The TV provides us with so many pictures, that we get the impression of having discovered everything.

Beware that the TVs are in fact the vision of desolation of what hu main, has killed, exploited. Not the pictures of what he cared for, attend, respect, and try to give and ensure them the longest live of all, leaf, bail.

You are watching the cemetery thinking that we all goat it.

Ex-ist.

Be phobic on the mass, as what if my lack of appreciation, was calling to be slay, sled.

Remembrance.

Re-membrer.

The dark the torpor, what when the last jugement?

Mer-cene ary.

Mere

Pere

Wanting to kill the demons by jealousy, everyone want more ability.

By, buy?? Ha, ha, ah, how humorous one is.

Try to assess how much of me could be save.

But if I think too much, that I would send away, be my seve. Sap (meaning enclothed, shrouded, blanded)

Mer-duress.

The story like at in at a tale where the foundings are not moral even if they wish they would, but lack of means, of skills or mind, or when life is about to become the elogy of destruction more than the path for life celebration.

To have to kill a couple of snake, as my mother could have been bitten by inadvertedly trample, as they were residing near home. But I killed a family, instead of being able to take them on another good and nice, appropriate grounds.

Before knowing how to speak together and make sure that no one kill not the other. I had killed the family with which we would have been supposed to be friend enough to know our private surroundings.

But what choice did the orphean have more than protect the sol-e of her degrees.

Asking for pedigrees. Agreed. A greed.

Pedo, incestuous crossing.

If people attended religious place in order to meet, have, being included in a collective, and also to hear classic texts about soul soothing.

But not in any case to caution the practices of the manager of rites, that are exactly like trading, that the civil society is, a race for salaries doubled with an attend at spoiling the true attempt at liberation, as liberation per se would condemn their strategy-tactic.

Strategy

State egy.

State ego, egg and effigy.

A writer owes his writing at every sound. The one of its neighbourg, pets, companion, mechanic, electric appareil, roads, music, house cracking, streams, wind {…}.

Parallely, I d like to thank Microsoft as for correcting my word a lot appear to and fro whom I have picked so many enlisting.

It is just my duty of avoiding to hide the plot of plagiarism.

Freedom is attacked for it is the reflect, mixed and result of the

individual psyche, knowledge and will. And what anyone may well be when

other individuals are still, will be or could be, in danger or in pain. What is

freedom when others, or any are yet suppressed? Is?

Is-is? Osiris, Seth a trip e-labor-ation.

Love has to be protected but what will it become if it has on for trip a limited spread.

.Agony.

Ation.

Nation.

Symptom, at pompous, pun, pomp, poem, home, none, nome. At ion.

I don’t have back problems because of my genetics.

I have back problems because of the inappropriateness of my current activities or simply the way people want me to stand, instead of crawling, being on my fours, my nose, its reverence to my earth enabling.

Ena-bling.

Hum-bling.

In manipulating our genetics what are the exploiters in rites are gonna to bid? Gone, gone.

Gonad.

All my life asking, but when becoming honest facing the absolute of you infinity, only the glimpse of you were worth mine nine and half for you.

As long as my equals all-ow me to woo you and the other being I chose for barrister. Fatua.

Chose-hose, pressure and conduct, in a ligny way.

The oasis of the desert, desert from relative, from my being outlaw, out load.

From the prison of locked in-security. That in a spirit time is a second spend on behalf of the realization of what is un-miss-accomplished.

Shed, shed. The acclamation of the crowd forgetting that the ramages (opposing feathers, shelters, what we gossip, foreclose, disclose, envisage without for even seconds sweating for it to appear or disappear according to what we know is good or bad: rob (ravage, damage, salvage, hamage) couldn’t resist a blow from hierarchy. H is not sup, he is blind only.

Sup, erior. Sup error.

Hierarchy. ‘Hier’ in french, means yesterday.

Am not talking about the older when they want but the pieces, but before H my friends, are the ones that will ‘notice’ their not being all-one.

Alone, alone, before the count-age. Coinage, conage.

And after. Don’t ask, think for yourself.

If you teach someone that it is only good at some tasks, one day he will arrive with the mastering of those rampant over others, or with the proof, it can also handle a dagger.

Lid, like each ideology and dogma, with their cap on morals (giving morale to their troops, saying we will be the nassty) and religion, saying we are peaceful as a minority, trees hiding the forest of whory dishonesty.

Dodge gown.

Ordain.

Perdeign.

It is the beauty, the impregnable, of the nature. Parasitism is devoid of intelligence and will become the cause of laziness. And one cannot expect anything from abandoning the fight for live and thus symbiosing.

For you. Forte.

Impregnable.

Pregnancy.

The human have as a mission to remain the herd of all others animals.

That is to say making sure that everything is settle for every species to live on the best of the environment and our kind of intelligence searching for these environment to be the freest possible from violence. Violence mainly caused by lack of territory and resources by firstly stopping killing other animals for our own selfish use or from our lack of respect for their biospheres.

And like that starting to communicate with other species and begin the travel on all seas.

All seize in Fluidity .

You will have to teach them something.

Or else, they will likely being taught by the predators of raison.

Raise on.

Raise son.

People say that a more shared society and egalitarianism society could not work, because they pretend that this society of shark works like a dream. The utopians are them pretending that the in put they imagine are right, almost comprehensive and perfect.

What leagues? A leg of shaming the roots to the offspring, refuse improving, refusing tests and e-labor-ation, refusing life.

A work in-stills, in-stead a deal.

Clans.

Claws.

The ban on noises and mechanisms produce by the body performance.

Tab-boo on the fact that we would have to speak with ourselves, organs and digestion.

Tab-bat.

Performance.

Per-for-romance.

The date, my favorite, is even not the one we met, it is your birthday.

e-nough.

Try of not be frighten by having to concentrate on my work, as I hear you at anytime. As my work is dedicated to you, as I’ ll have to strengthen me through, that you are the aims, end and goal, the nature itself of it. And that thinking of you or trying not to, you are the one that dicts.

Out of control, the mind completely dark, or completely blank.

Account on transparency. Grand gang grant bank.

To have to do the work for capable others without fair exchanges, is a builder of fierce hatred that no unconscious could ever be containing.

Do the job in an unintelligent, dirty, slavish, destructor way, for the unconscious it is beyond, it is to the Pandora that they will belong.

Your life without I would have become and still do, a monster as thirsty, thrusts, as bloody for you.

Whether it is of my wife or my husby or my god I talk. Without?

As you are the very manifestation that there is a god for all and an angle, angler, angel for me.

Why angler, because macro soft, hint it.

I’ ll be ridiculous, as my play with word, is to forget that they alone pin, when I write them the sadness inhabiting a body drawing, drowning.

Drawing to have imagined. As used as yesterday. The past is a grave if the future does not shelter, our life, a slow trespass on desire upon seceding. Heading, ending. Rear, rire (laugh). The grinner when the nature has gone, when you in abstentia, the greener is the side of revenging on existential hunting.

Don’t become phobic, nor claustrophobe, exit, you are the one I would not touch, nor dare judging, as without your mark I am the errands. But, on the other, that I don’t know on you, but on the one wanting to be a companion or to raise kids would do, a deriding comment followed by the succeeding attempt to ruin my family. It is the why, my love, they want to have succeeded at least once, and the base of profiteering is the impulse kept on the legacy. They kill, remove, disperse, threaten my family. Each drop I would draw, with a banker mercy.

As waning is life, I won’t commit the sin to think that after my fair vengeance would ruin. She would be the new life, of an energy voracity with for limits the crimes being staunched, eat.

The mere need for eating is the warning of that one day we will have to repay for what the bellies take.

Inside the belly might resonate the all thing that one has seen and now that the body inspects; or is let known about.

In-noce-scent.

Innocence.

To be with you, and your presence, the aim of existence. Or stop and having to live to meet out subsistence.

To have to do that as the global don’t protect the one to be tow, tow, two.

An experience of tears, experiments of foe.

And maybe your call is simply the way, the feeling, the density, with which I have to resume in integrality my path to you, appeasement of unity, by there redeem, condone the chance of the peace brought by you, my ariel, art eerie.

Territory.

Terror.

Love and the pious animal. And prayer towards my salvagery as she is the one as a sensical, essential weapon. Salve as deep as our intimacy. Intimidate. As my violence is none by the flight that defend my nest involve. Viol. Vie all. But if one hurt, it won’t be a thin but complete cleansing.

Animality is an answer to condition in which I cannot play, not think, adore, without endangering.

Animosity is perhaps not in my intraseque nature because I am mummy, and for my children to understand their faults I could endure more than one labor. But just when I imagine that she could be the one, victims to have to ensure life through injure, in me come presto, death call, death row, death ring, and breathing(,) their murmur.

Ad-ore.

Choice, other, sum, ado, vibration, tremens, asense, corresponderence, ero, rod, erod,

Alchemy.

di-amants (lover).

Style, steal, stole, idolatry of insouciance form.

Not insouciance in fact, this is creativity, but forms a crater, critere of such egregery.

As I meet you know I don’t see my death as the necessity of finding, nor despising, but now I am ready, as I know where for ever, will lead. Wild, wide, for to be loved cannot so stop. Death could, me a treasure as nothing stronger than that.

Death could disappear, indeed, res-(em)pire, but view, v-u, into eternity, NO.

I don’t speak anylonger, because it is about dealing and concessions, pull by below, to speak with murderer. Singular as the whole prize is pimps, Piz, a babel tower that won’t hold this miser.

Timid.

Eyes, as mirrors, as they are the receptors the finers, at least in a lot of occasions. As such one can see what is perceived, felt, processed and to it the reaction.

As precious and fine, as a membranous wetty, ordain exactly.

Supplique no but coming from you yes, as the supplice without would not be known as such.

Ex-ample Move.

Acidity of tea, so tasty siping, that make adoring some lighten satiety.

Ste er

Ste en.

Ter, ten.

Stern.

Cern.

Sexual sensation are not weaker one, let people felt as if they were fine, accept, approach, and kill it from nearer.

Religious, league.

Wig-wag

People limited by the own understanding, that is propaganda, and we don’t know what atrocities to prop dismembrance of reason, god-given.

And once This gift violated, the treasure surrendered, and idiosyncrasies are the poos of idiocy.

Idiot. Id yacht. Don’t say jealousy, become I am brave men, but if you treat me like a granted submit, me and my lot your inferring inferior, I ll like and teach tueries (slaughter)

I am good women, I wish to be bloodless, only a stopper on this suck (soc) that unbless. But beware that with that I am endowed, reason, learning, teaching, if my troops are lost, as a capitain, like every one should be, and as your air of superiority had nothing but the pur-pose to disharm, and leave idle, without higher aims, nor means, that my only solution, for me would be final, and for the reciprocity as atrocious as one should be to pretend me jealous for protecting autrui (autre-oui)(otherness).

Of course, you ll be laughing as in our stake holder the all share is contumace (no one, no tell, no see- worse than Mafiosi, they are one family). Would will kill them, alors, then?

Veins they want to buy, as for them is rotten up to their body, that fight one horror, the trespass on god territory. Juvence when stolen from youth of others is the mania trying to postpone the hell that one nour-ish. The moon for escape, but the law follow, one thing in life to remember, celebrate and learn from, the logic is the flow. If we let today our brother, or any body in disarray, knowing that and how avoid the cartel of letting die rebel the tomorrow for us, is when you d hope that death was the one preaching for you liberty. Freedom, freedom.

She says. A plural as my wife, the venerate, is me inside like twin, triplet.

Deb ate.

Ebb.

It is not by humour, it is by desperation, but this the habit you kick it out so, artso.

The torture, at least, won’t have the toll of addeden pressure.

De==I omnipotenti.

Eden, den.

she entered my mind, my very brain, like if a door she manages open.

I cannot know what will come out from it, it has just happened.

But believe me this creek, an added value, and no the one aspen.

people want their priests slim as they entertain a relation to them based on sensuality, sexyness, the one to who could be entrusted, sup posedly.

To be fast a sin, but because they others don’t see into you almighty sex, could it be the main disarray?

People insist on the right to possession, up to wanting other people’s body.

To ordain conduct about practices not affecting n o one else (homosexuality, or simply how I attend myself).

Or in arranging through work or other activities how people will have to use their body and mind in a destructive or robotique, compulsorily mimicating, not for the skills or craft but to ensure that one’s killed when working. The happiness and purity and quest at work would be too high for such society to go with it; too abilitate for preserving one thing, its bribery system. Sy stem.

If the bread is not enough for the body and spirit to strive, it is not enough for us to produce this only.

Work should be, as long as people would like, an half time production concrete, an half time production abstract. Or something like this.

A society where every one could produce for other’s healthy life, as much as one produces for him, but without obliging at socialization, as socialization obliged is the first try at conversion.

Me my paradise is after my work – as long as this work is freeing happiness and not misery, is solving problem and not prisoners of freedom, my wanting is to go back to my wife and read for my unique companion. Not that I don’t want to rest with others, it is not that she is enough for me, it is that doing like this is the heaven, and as far as I would have to babble for nothing more than conditional acceptance of the love, endow by universe, the one is cherished and thus my property, all of this would be pain, and pain is not brain, pain is not bread, pain is the threshold of any sanity. Pain and society. Laugh, laugh, why am I writing, these sort of utopia are all but poshcible, but one thing is sure is that in theories this could be the debate on consensuality, and if now a remote interesting work (in the sense that you improve, diversitfy, test, particularize, maintain, participate in a broader or/and finer, more accurate and concentrated area, your skills as well as your function will refine from that) is a total impossible, it is that first there is no law asking for working conditions as a pride and exploration, expension of the human nature, in the sense of defending its beauty, goodness, and to its mother, the nature and space, its harmony and helping thanking, a transfer off cosmic, as when one engage into conversation, one day or another, there is a connection.

A law that would say, we have the obligation of mutual protection, with serenity, and the case where there is sufferance stopped most emergently.

Emergent.

Emergent is not the next power in countries,it is the sufferance from which is built its pretense of riches the slaves are sad and eves of the night mare of a people always nomads that will have from now to stay on their bases. Basis, basis. Go back to them as excentricity won’t calm the folly that threaten, laughin H fragile, further more every day.

I d like to be a good girl, man. But I cannot do. As when it is like that everyone watching you, doing nothing that harass to see how well react, a lamb, a sacrifice, the spit on their accent. Axe scent.

And if I start being virtuous, the last to they d ask is to abandon my wife or husby, and the day they (the boss or enemy) do that. I d become satan, at least I d ask for it.

This prophecies, instinct, intuition, superstition, all so true or in the path of, pathe, buy but no so exigent in the precision detailed.

Our integral physicality was so endanger, that coming together was almost insanity. Not to say that we were mad nor foolish, but sign our destruction, not before god, before the satanee.

At the appreciation that our last moment had come, or the first of the one of torture and misery, our bodies are not prison, of you, of you, I beg, she would enter me, I am her shed, the head of here, hear, of herd, I am her everything let me cry for it, as just after, a split second, off it, we would leave the skin, to the kin, the skies reunify. if something happened I would all cursed, and in me the only felt, to crush through underground the destroy-ed- the head of the sultans, on by one commencing by the top.

Who would like the mountain, as already, our sins make us too much crumble. But one more thing, a certitude this one, the mountain is here and won’t service H souls as they have the impression from their unknown body, social satisfaction, this story is laughable, plenty of wit, let’s admit, let’s admit. Let’s add the dimension of celebrity and the god in the sky would become pale from it??

When celeb, the only moment people you don’t have comment on your identity, it is when you are in the highest storey of an empty scrapper.

Our gabble are jealous, one don’t want the power, they want facilities.

The power is an art too mortal, my friend, for any to get it.

The power is spiritual, but the bigger spirit has itself a shame, don’t get the essence, don’t meet the almighty.

The one day we will, this mountain, fraternity, will show that dust should have called our envy.

Body is amusing, the other month one has to eat bread, and cereal only diet to spare money required.

And it was a good month, each plate the money make it softly ringing.

This month one can resume a varied diet, veg cure, that purify and drain.

And it is only now that I can appraise. Ap (after or void in french). How heavy, stony was last time. If I could I d vomit it, vomit eat.

Don’t think that aids or porcine fuel, flu is the big pest. As Don’t think that aids or porcine fuel, flu is the big pest. As when will come the time where only carbohydrates will be available, without the veg to water the cells, the cancer my friend, doubled that in the food, it is not how it is kept, it is like it is grow that is the poisoning.

Am I not clear, babes?

To do at one’s utmost, but each time one thinks, that is gonna be my true utmost. Tomorrow, my sorrow, if yesterday command, the degree to which I’ ll have to do intervenance, intervention. Veins hence, one order celebration of life, but keeping the stone, that would have been thrown like a cadaver obtruding the sea.

It is the why one has to look after everything, because what have forgotten the modernity and post modernity, is that they are post-medieval, antics, classics, and prehistory, any of the contemporary (a life, alive?).

The archaic highness, had found the most important of all treasuries. A soul in every, a life in the remand, our true common due to it.

Understandable why some like tradition, doing nothing all day, but looking after two or three pussies cats the modern way.

Looking after them talking, pressurizing with the coutumes. A piece of laugh, though the pro-blame is dangerous.

Lesbian.

Lezi.

If my wife agrees as long as like everyone I have to grow potatoes the true opportunities.

Afraid of the women, treated as different, the cross gender they called, woman out of army.

I praise you, no more debate, my love, my heart, they are no more subject.

Subj-ect…

If God does sign, sing. They are not sign of GOD, they are the signs one as everyone of us, has manage to perceive. The odd.

To endure satan, and fight what it brings temporarily on earth, one has to welcome more of the light god, if not one will fail. Leaf.

The vegetable, the water able to drain your nerves from their sacking shaking the tensions they need to get rid of, and measure them, mind conservation, as well.

Residing.

Res hiding.

On side and receding.

Secede.

Holy writings are provided with auto cleansing.

Death to the charia, dow n the inquisition.

To fell, t o tale, tail, te all, theo, that the cord is on my neck. And have to walk, to do the living including hole breathing. Not because of the threat on the love I res-pect. Because my love leaves it to me to self the sentiment that she does not grant up to it, infiny.

Because, more than maybe, is she gone not by mystery, solely she does not deem that for it am necessary. My hell, perhaps, perpass, my salvagery, pretentious malaise.

Mal (ill)aise(ease).

Just to furnish an example on how the students now are taught one art, the throwing chair, tables, before throwing people.

In UK’s classroom.

Atcha.

At chase.

It is not that you ain’t

Is that you cain’t

Quaint.

Homo, sick.

Frame, far, farme from you.

But this pathos, my tender honey, would bring on earth, the mortal disease, of having to finish a race that prevents its members from the love for which they stand.

Because when I inspect the positive, I can say yes I am this, but it is only when I recognize what my life is, that I can surely lay down, but what without this mummy, would I have done?

Oh, yeah.

I am delicate, it is why my wife could may abode, abandoned herself to me, the paradise in sum, but without my master, would I have not become harder than necessity, a fucked horror, in one word, a non-self-assessing macho, a self pity coward, a puta Mafiosi.

Necessity, survive and doing that survival in all could become better. The rest for family, or becoming idiot, don’t count on manipulation the genetics is the produce of self-history.

Ok, we keep calm, we eat, we will die, and it’s filed.

Oh, mon amou-r

Ame = soul in French, amen. Soul = exhilarated, stoned in French.

Ame, am You are. You’r

, am I supposed to find you? On the moon, maybe in, to have to be buried, what’s life without you? A project for sects.

In-sects, in-cest.

Maybe you are treated as a servant (servable, helpful, survivable, viable, like they would smile or appear serious very suddenly), you are a devotee, people before your faith, and the strength to which conduct your believes, have them blame.

But it is because, due to your work, that killing for you, would be without mercy.

No acrimony, we could become dangerous, unnecessarily.

Noa crim.ony.

Extase.

Exterior of toi (as)

Ma de mois elle.

Mad de moi zele.

Mat, as, mast, de mois en mois = month. Elle. She, is a monstre.

No speaking, as even if it is a wise word, it would be this good that they would take as not dignify of observing.

Caste out are not guilty, they are not backwards, or cowards, or afraid. They just know up to what vice is going.

Dign, dine?

At god banket.

But if one diner is not at the feast when this one is human, then the all party is no more than mess. Understatement your meal.

We could liberate the day one are in love enough with what we know of liberty, to allow the exchange but in defending it, and one’s neighbour, oneself, to be abused or either abusing.

I open the libraries, but if books and silences are not respected, it is with a shoot gun that’ ll be re-conducted, show-in-out, bother.

I was always saying but, but with you, it is gone, there is no gene (bother) home.

No one closer, not in biology, our souls are the reins, thank you very much for this.

Perhaps, it is problem within family to think one is linked by the proxy only.

Whit-in

To write about our love could have been obscene as the love we build was target of their hate.

Hated, their object, of intensity, as how could one prosper in this atmosphere in which (witch) one on rule is insincere.

But now I can do as you are here, entirely came, if not in my own, I know who could be mine, the one I dreamt of, the version of my mind, not the definite, the ingredient of seethe.

It is why these one for you, I don’t blog it, as my love what it owe you, is a certain living.

Ascertain.

A certain. Ain’t hen. Nor eggs, what then?

Insert into me the grains of our revolt, if I like revolution, for you only the pace of a regular, killing the harassment.

Reg.

Ger. (homonym with war and admin )

People bribe their children on homosexuality and for it or they beat them up or they bring sexual satisfaction of nearest proximity.

Pedo.

Words and marionettes.

Mari-honest,

But I won’t say it for sure.

To know is to keep on looking into,

As the wizdom escapes

Landscape. Game of the in-finity.

Ame,( soul)

Why soul it is so near from sold, and from the typing slide so many times.

[[I am shacking, I am shackling.]]

I swear that most of the time I type sould instead of leaving it in its mould original.

Orgies.

Pardon me.

The fault in typing indication of links, the bridge between thinking and its occurences’oddity. Audit. Audit.

Using to think that love was about giving everything.

But it is not enough, they were going I understand why here.

You have to do and give everything but beyond that, as your half itself won’t come and cuddle, the reward to your s-mile. Sourire (under laugh).

my duties as a suitor, as the one who loves her, to let her go, or to go when asked.

In hell? If you are my female, don’t comply to the pursuance of earthly? Moneist.

That would like love to be or locked or banished.

The common people doing as if they were not extremists are their phobiosophie, is to fuck everything that would at long term care. Off, as much as, decimating the whole atmosphere, saying easy coming.

Let’s say I am dido, but if Ulysses goes I ll kill him not Penelope.

She wanted me to promise that if I start courting it was not to stop. I implore that she let me do that.

Or else? Cheating, go in a bar something? no, like with jane, direct under river.

And one day, no choice, no longer, to go into the forest and wait for the crack up of all torpor.

Por tor (bending, wrenching). Sorry the beast rappel (apple).

I use to have inspiration but now you are here recitation only by heart my poetry.

heart

ea (look at the shape of it)

ob lige.

Obscene.

Leg, league, ligere (tied)

I found hatred thanks to my other part, the same part, indeed, but without no complete-etude.

No grace, the terminator ready.

Don’t think of any war, this one your party, it is not hatred, is selfish interest, uncapable of love.

This one is when after our scholar gave, emitting conclusion, no one will sketch one move to relief the more than tension, the morbid manif.

The one I am talking about, is the one that would bring you thinking you are victim of more than your sin.

Nis-(recant) doing again, can’t if morality.

One cannot say fuck you to this gap of hole.

To my hear she was the crowd acclaiming, as grown from her arguments my comprehension was willing to take sentiment.

Sentinel.

Empathy, emphases.

Phrases that would have blinded me of anger now is releaving as she is the heraldry.

Releaving, releasing, reliving.

I trust her completely, my doubt did not occur through that, just that far from me, my life was slow and lost, a fire on both side, a death premature. Mature.

Mature, math.

Native, N-ature.

I won’t meet you any longer, you see know I attack,

As our path is the same strand and led to you, and led to me. And without I am finish, line of history.

And if it is like this, is that my only is you, the rest an illusion, or instant weakery.

I have only you, the paradise is there. And here.

A second on this pasturage, is the long time forteress, to gain ability and strength and reconquier.

I ll stop tracking you, what you conspire and me noted for our happiness better. As the rule of love, when bowing to liberty, is that its rumor constantly increasing.

Bore.

And would not be lost as when I do without hear what you would do, anyhow your presence in mine responding, will dance with you.

And the next time, question, I ll ask you, surer, sure, er (homonyme of hour). And love recompensing the having of go off, before the bomb first blast. On my protecting you. I could do better, pardon.

Pardon necessary has to die there is a reason, my limit at hit that.

To have only you, my choice and destiny.

I am reconciliated with the past story, you are my choice, the logic suite, the stricking blow, the one I had so much worked hard even delusory.

You are my miracle, my everyday oracle.

Orace and its idole, show blushing when you talk

And me your knight, vilainity would stalk.

his finger I used to see, like if it was nothing, whereas it was cut. Now 30 years later, miss at my hand.

Flirty, flirty will estrange. Love a purity, sufferance the sign that shall be summoned arms and chivalry.

Dirty, dirty, the royal pleasure that peoples steal saying we respect each other for the genocides that we obtain through wanting to be the first of the cah cash chaines.

My computer whisper, indicate the slip of my hand, or my spelling to give me other horizons, oraisons.

More than animist, je suis (I am and follow or continue on)

Suis-su (be and knew) an ordi (computerization, ordi-nation).

You will think I could cull live my life as a devotee, help, help, twice as much and I could live, spare, sparingly.

Don’t do that my love, they would kill you at the end, or me that you shamed, would have lost more than life, live. Evil

Speak, spike, s pitch, peach.

Tom y wife it is not a question of promising faith and loyalty, without them am not any more a husby. Without being hers-beginners, I would die immediately.

Betray cannot be believed, they are not the acts that is done in marriage, not in the one where people said yes willingly.

She is so sure I am forgetting, but without her, memories the forbidding.

Spiritual sentences, centenaries, spiritual ritual, divine in us divinatory.

Am not saying tory, or toy, am saying without moral and life respecting, it is like death to god.

Evil legitimacy, on us, vampires, would explain for real, why there is one, an hint, a heat, heading, chasing territory, landing, screwed, drove in, nailed up, gothic pleasurable. Where will be going life without value?

V-am

We could work for creating hatred and have the money.

We would have to work with it, but to the condemned.

Not condoning injustice but punish the disdain.

Vantardise in the form of letting others below the ladder of oppressed worms though in the ascending.

The ladder to the tower that is at its apex, summit of crumbling.

It is true am afraid H figure insane, at the beginning, I believe in fair nature, as if not it is history, your next voyage that would straight up your devation of law. Lower, lower.

But if we don’t do nothing

The little one could learn a language, it would be the 4ht one at this rate he could know The ones of babel. Thus the ones wanting our skins might not spot him.

Become as a shawl, do, not a shadow for them, the oppressing, the one that are laughing. As since the human want its alter to be sacrificed, the one alter will serve is another country, the countryside.

Put aside by all the means at disposable, the land as if they were cheaper than the food bought into poison. Try and respect a lot, and competition will put down your care and quest to min-able destruction.

They laugh so even if one tries to res-tablish, a pace, no cares, the rest of all on which, she is not their general, but the one of the faune, as the logic of human destruction is that even if we commit the mistake of (hatred, alter) them, other species will bleed, whose blood is dried as me.

And like a general chosen by are, the necessity to be, I bow before them, birds, mammals, ants, mollusques, arachnoids.

This is not a rank, it is because simply humans are not performant to at once get it.

Of its fate, since they reject destiny, their denial of math, is preferment of what they therefore have to become, a forgotten peepelt poked by their pipeline.

You are obedience to my destiny, the bow to one’s loom and live.

You are the echo to any of me and of what I already belonged to, abode, abominable, above all for my future the what.

Adobe.

Perdu.

Perdure.

Mankind or manking?

A joke.

j-(o)ust a joke.

Kkk

To have many children was a technique of survival, due to the fear of death and the tremendous wourk to furnish towards food and accommodation.

But it was also a way of trafficking, thus constituting groups of people involve in the same business, with the same codes, the same ‘philosophy’, point of views, or biased or attitude of exploitation towards themselves and towards other families. Above all a common purse, without the agreement of others a one that could not touch to the string anylonger.

Birth rate, Family trafficking.

Relation

Real lactation.

I am not for you, I am only of and to.

You are not for me, you are only.

Clitorisdian orgasm, maybe more than the others, or more often, the final coming instead, tad, of being forward/ backward, might well be ondulation, rubbing, shacking and a more literary play (please-her) with legs and basin (base-)in, than with the muscles of the rear move, but more about taking tense-ion.

-Snake? Toad.

Tense/sense

Reproduction erects army.

My love for you, to honor life and their beholders the only way. If not, murdery.

Tort-culture

tortulture

To want to get rid of disable people, in speaking or whatever particularism, or whatever means,

but supper

To jealous every one of whom you could have been seduced by.

But stay inside oneself as these in-terminable plays are one of desrimination and display.

Love is infinite but better not gaming with arithmetique, as if not death would stop it. And not death reincarnarnate, seeking the one known, but the one that would say, it was not love honey ((own)-m-oney) but possession.

Difference between being ‘developed’ and ‘evoluate’.

To be restrained by images of failures. The idea that I could adore a monster instead of my lover, the typical horror film.

With you, I would do anything, included encounter a monster.
I would have to encounter monster in order to practice prevention
Our soul is one, and most welcome to eat my being greedy, unsatisfactory, I am waiting to be pure, and expect some transformation, in order to ensure, nice and clean reconstitution. Reconstitution of the parts that are like with Osiris, show now on the route of love celebration.
To get life on rule.

Immensi-ty

Emanci-pation

The unfair situations that alone I would not fight, maybe by convenience, lack of energy, promiscuity, simple ignorance, perhaps too much willing half-empty Esperance, hope for gradualism, feeling empty one hope for gradualism, feeling empty one self. Well since you, not well before it seems, I raise automatically, hungry for revenge. Because these people, politically mocking (ad hock), would invent for me up to intrinsic dishonour. Yes, for you I would not accept that for them there would be words to sack my only hope, to say to you ‘je t’aime’ (ps: I love you}.

It should be post scriptum, because after the words, there is life, the one that they politically try to dispossess from me. It is politics? I don’t think so, angel. So what could it be? A mirage, a magi, none of them. It is the worst of all of their emblems. The so-called politics that ruins life after life, we know the music, hitler explained all that. And why this melody deep into us head? Because philosophy is not anyhow the love of the wisdom, it is the boredom of castrated souris (mice).

They know I am faithful and that create somewhere the force of resisting absolutely any whatever wars.

These people like intervening in the dream and heaven of simple people in love or in the scene of the philanthropy- trophy, atrophy.

Since you are my only though or the one that govern all the meaning of them. Won’t answer, won’t anger, all my enemy touching you would know horror.

They cull, cool, keel me, but whatever love is somewhere and knows its master.

At least it proves that none of my gesture would become dissociated from their departure.

Whatever the scheme, whatever the hardness, whatever beauty or no. all what I want, all what I think about, all what I will fight, and for you found and seek and seem with my tow binocular. One of, for you, the same me, will erase each blame that would condemn me for the love sacrosanct, sacrosaint that spouse would deserve as long as they are not marry to the money, comfort their children, in imbecility.

Cannot be imi-tatted as the work is the product of not a technique but you sepulture, sep or sap, of you divinity, of you the wife I have lost going in the army, to redeem the kingdom.

I use to claim, my horse, my saber, my gun. If I had told that you were the aim of my finity, they could have killed me or you, my mare, the sole reminder that I shall keep honor, because without my horse, my species is at loss. And it is already so greatly the case, that for me my mare is my mum more than she had been for me. Not than my mum was at all mean and meuhh, but as for the war you’ve got to serve monsieur (mysire, messiah). Meuh, mhey, mwhey, they insult the true ones that more than help but did the dirty work, acknowledging only by whispering and mind that else it should be. But let’s talk about else where and think when the cows will say to you, you locked me, milk me in sort that my tits fell to grounds. At proximatively 13 you killed me with me knowing that your joke was all reality.

Yes, it is good, but it won’t save me from boredom

Or from the feeling of falling the infinity of my weak and weaker nature.

Do in half, make mistake, or just fantasy, and when one comes back to rewrite it a give a sparkle life, that’s called poetry.

The may magi themselves in front of extraordinary are bound to spell their shacking voice before so unthought voice of mystery. The same mystery in jesus or mary, the same when people find out that god has been in one, in the whole family.

Respecting poverty and people with true need, and as well understanding why the all population is so traumatized that they don’t reckon that understand that and try to understand in the view of redeeming is the most luxurious gift that one should bear and give.

You know I loved a few months ago, thank you I had loved a few before her. Thank you, thanks god, they lobe, love me this little bit, that for me was permit to stop in believing in a deadly ghost like you. Who did you love, this philosopher, playwright, politician, poet? And que vas tu faire maintenant qu’il est mort? Are you gonna like me spend your time praying that he will answer?

He won’t answer. Maybe it is better now that life, like the lamb that Isaac won’t sacrifice. But would have not been moral that in this story, if isa was not obeying his demon, he would have said ‘take me’

As demon are not respected either, they are phenomenon, condcuction to high or grandor. But after these ones what else to see, this no demon will have this anxiety.angst.

Angst like in B

Et quete.

Mmh, mh, I don’t think you can think of the intensity that arrive in your male once he has read than more than her mouse, hair muse, half of the itime I ll be your transcript. Do not imagine me cuddling you hours taking thus the toll of your accepting and just making right your body that I would be so adoring that healing is made, and made only from that.

No, you don’t have to imagine, you are already the patron of my art, whatever small and clumsty.

I am a pork sister, et it is thinking of that, that I am relieved of not having to face the disgust that would reject me for ever and ever out of my paradis.

As for the latest of the women I loved, she has been great for me but whatever I’ d say, we played a melody forbidden to be played. It is at work and work is a prison, the prison the most effective as one can warn the all population. Don’t love, don’t love, won’t suit your responsibilities. Don’t respect, don’t respect, it is so badly you will be punish. I beg you, you are an independent, but though your credentials, if they deicide, decide to put you on a law rank, they will destroy you by madeness, by put-up, by lies, by following the rules that perverted to the core, to the pip, they might.

Look this year, it is done I am more than on a dole, they see me as a beast, as the black dark demon.

I follow , foo, fool, of my pro ethics, the one I had to read to pass my matrices, maitrise = masterize, midrise, traitrise,

Deny me, if you don’t do that for you, do it for me, as if I am not famous, notorious I am. I am like a goat, I try to ambulance, please don’t try to protect us, me, or you even, it is not a balance, ti is it is a scale and the one hwho weighs, I don’t think that you would choose them as your contromaitre, contro = versus, counter, shadow, vice ( foreman).

I will do like that, don’t say it is lack of courage, no my lover, it is abilities. You heard me vociferating, it was the matters-end of years of things like that (not so many years, if you want explanation is in my papers-do go it’s fro for you this site, and also in case they when I die, I d like them to be available in the web, it I s my way of asking, I cannot ask better, but it has its vital importance, is that you are the best, I fnot the one I can entrust.

I might die soon, I always wanted to go in Africa. Maybe I would not as this situation is so morbid that I have doubt about my survival there but here to be blunty.

I knew I had to do something with the messiah, as a messiah is this one that people can be linked to.

But missaya. Or not I am looking for my savoir, savior, and it is you.

I know it sounds insane, but don’t worry for that, it is just love I try to desbribe bad,

Describe.

Before these situations and conditions changing I admit that for on no one even not the one for 17 past years, my love, my void, was expecting, but Africa now if it won’t go, never out of my duties, as being the poorest, no the more ravaged by the whole company. If I go I ll tell you how much I am a coward that will wait to die, to forget the life, one does not provide, you can hear it is so sad, I am still wanting mummy.

If I die alone, it will be all better, as id could treat with dishonor this vampires killers that would put into danger my sole family. My wife, my wife, the one I miss dearly. Till death, thill, fill, thrill death, as I believe that if I was doing everything fine, everything very fine, no one could come btw her and me. The sky of for reunion, the forest for fiancialles = run, ruin, reunion, wherever you’ d go, ill be happy teddy, lassy,

‘the shadow of your hand, the shadow of your dog’ but I am presumably ‘this man dead from not having been able to meet and keep you, to follow your line like one will with his due way’ Jaques Brel, Belgium singer.

Write cock with smallest hen

I should have defend him, I did but far too late, as people when they build up resolution, find themselves as being like machine whose clog w-ill do a w-heel.

As long as repeated idiocy won’t halt to a standstill. Mort. Troma. Trump.

Your mother is concerned, your father is concerned.

Con-cern. Surrendered.

They know for which values we came across with this.

For love sack, only one ceremony, now, the silence is goldy.

And no one has the wisdom for its alchemy.

Please god I have to write.

That next time you could look at you like if I did not know.

Because I don’t know what is all this traffic about.

You are right in my center. That its doux sounds that I can last for ever, mais bon, last time, my mistake fifteen years last.

I am resuscitated, but not from this year, last year I met women that tamed me into admitting that I should find happiness, the one I can find in my wife only, not the sadness that a ghost betrayd, not in your not knowing, but you know I am heavy. Since you resemble I will hope you shall get how think, thick I might be and push me to contradictory, the day you think renounce. Not the day before and an agneau, an agenda, has days, every of which different and insatiate could be.

Tell me I am our partance (partner, partake, share, departure as an entrance), tell me before demence. Nothing you have to fear for you, but please show compassion do this one for me.

Nothing , writ, write nothing on you site too obvious, as you are telephone, by the whole establishment of this little society.

Your any letter I would understand, the problem more would get it without a stand in the final banquet.

Don’t write obvious, but please write to me, as without your words, it is decay, torture, and death, I will and I have got from perennial-ity.

Would I comprehend?

Fous-et a lier le deviendront

Mad and to be tied.

Droit-roi.

Ame name.

Charia, chair, share?

My book a cadaver reflecting the dynamism of what our philosophies and practices are.

You wanted me as your servant; idle is your day, idol a servant will have.

You will count on my being as object as your dependence on your community is.

But one day, the reason even if one pretend to see things different, will be as basis, I am a servant, not for the time of clearing focusing, but the regular basis, and you from having done nothing, will die in my hand, if I had been a good man, and that the devil all of us did not come for you and me beforehands.

Even without speaking about god’s law people don’t follow the rules of human decency.

You have sometimes a face and a figure, so alike with the one of an emerveillee = marvelled, marvelling, stricken, stroked, deepest feeling, nerves and cavity, the maze of the body that grow and get ready, mystified children, that my fear of you being abused, send my state of mind as far as wanting to sweep this planet from these people, us individuals, abusing, abusing.

But you are a woman that gave me to believe and strength enough to hold the pardon and the gift of seeing what you endow me with sometimes in distant corner I am able to decree you are as so as us, the desire of love, without anything mean, the desire for others that this planet subsists but not in dishonour of having for chief the only financial appetite that is so voracious, that your children won’t last.

Homo, homo, and the right to say, you poor hetero, have love for disarray of pretending with one weapons asserting all day that homo are Sodom. I don’t want a brother who tells me who marry for finally despise my husby. I don’t want a mother tell me who I am as if I were no more than a toy removable, remoted. It is the first sign of a society that desire robots for their own design, like the pharaoh to stay only with oneself hoping for the all slave to die, as they could ask for their part of what has been build. But since this society is so poor in means of intellectuality and wisdom and right envy. That we are so primitive that we are led by whom? Whatever at the presidency, or at the bakery, led by rancour, led by insolent, the more you behave as prostitute looking for harm in the doing, you will hold firmly as long as you concede the a propos bribery. Which is the money but not uniquely, which is the non work or doing it stupidly before we could find, or being found in fact by a humane way that would revolutionize the all countries, and the way we would not die. Dye.

Free, free, free. You won’t read these words. Or if you do where will you be>/? Atrocious parade, how to protect you, I am already dame, d’amen, damned,

There you have the night of misery, the street empty of warm for eloc-trunkated artist.

The day, has its chimera, that ring incessantly, but to welcome worlds and look after them in order to live in true peace not grieve, or brief toad toward morning, here need of a pay(s).

Weel, will

And we came to think that it is a lot about that the will and consent of the people to be governed by and like miscreant.

I wilier, write, and write , and write, and you won’t answer, and one moment you won’t pardon yourself to what you have done. But it will be when our soul will be adult, and when this salute? One life if enough, for us it will be because life without is a true folly.

As for you don’t judge someone lied, like me, if I love you sexually is that your skin, your skin so tasty, the wet, the water of my J. j. your clito in my head, and your vagina, will be the oasis I don’t belong to. Trepas. == gone, late, dead in italiano or id ont’ know what.

I ll do something I ll allow type mistake, and review it later, in these play and games, different

Circumstances could be birth for no poetry, but for witchcraft yes.

I shall blame you though as I know now for us, for sure, that we embarked to hell.

What misery would you like to prepare me with, after to love you, I d prefer stop there, but how could I do? I ll be in hell cos for me in you, in our the infinite to which I can’t rebel.

We may be in hell, but in hell we will be two. It is not hell therefore; it is my hatred for these people of dead. I won’t do that for them. Not because I am mean, because my only strength is to count on your puss. Puss like the one who is crying for the sake of speaking to the humans that don’t know or when they know, they would kill him for that.

I will go there, be sure, that for you, whose name I cannot spell nor endure.

Hell is so far as I just know you, but the day we will, as we will, too may, too many coincidence for us Carthage, carthegian, for us carthei, cathe, carthesian, to prize – opulence, prise = prendre, comprehend or size. Seize, reprisal.

I think that it is from witchcraft (with craft) that jujuhuman fibble. A proof is that they don’t like skills, they don’t like you in fact, who would be generous, it reads on your eyes.

Thy they would keill you, as in your smile, the distant one that expect its candour, the one they will steal, the only Bonheur (goodhour) the one I see you, mind I prepare my whole life for that. Mind I prepare my whole life for you.

Ca ira, we will nick the bourgeois. But in which terms? We risk the fireworks, the joybonefire.

I read hardy, the only literature in this 2 years for my diploma. I know nothing I swear but the return of the native, is that is it is so grim, could you tell me if you were not feeling that, in order or in intensity. I cannot go to precisely, I never cry or when I do it is to have my intimate celebration of dear dead people connection, but for what explained above, my heart no artery, waterworks who flood and for long will beg its own D?

They will mock you, they will destroid your career, please, plaice, do not, doughnut, donor, do nuts, do not do, say that you could do later, for one and one reason and the better, it is, it has nothing to do with these vipers.

In-finite. And refinery, perfection via only the fact that somebody can start understanding a pattern, a stability building capability growing.

Infinite. Presuppose an out, a chase, when fine is ready.

Infinite is you the one I desire as in as I would have to gleely, gladly follow about.

Gel, ge, gage, legally is not the work, word, as if without that, it is in hell that I would go, and this time without you and no hope of reedom or practically speaking strength enough for that.

You see nothing is without logic, since I am 21, I have got this tattoo, my belly is adorn, with a phy sum, symbol of the wismom, I did and don’t possess but maybe call for that. Mayve, may eve, may be, I am extinguished before marrying you, you, you. The only one I got cryptic and Goth, gosh I avow, the next time I saw you you suddenly became my boss, and women I loved I had, but a boss pas du tout.

The controversial of the tyranny is not in the thinking, the intelligence, the up-to-the-point of the argument; it is if one is allowed to voice it.

‘What might we lose?’

Is my man.

Is my mind.

Wo mind.

On learning, yearling, learning dictionary.

To love dying, as one might want to have his sould grown, soul, sold, sued, rebounder, resounded, solder, odder and offer. Older faster, but by this very purpose, the stagnation recedes. Full with remorses and feed penitence and not providence is due to the dying. Enough, enough, of the ill-founded sacrifices, to ask for sacrifices, the sacrifices will slit their wrists but not wiser, only the waster. I ve lost my soul, my country, my soul, my sadness, my matrice, my soul, my mistress, my soul, my parish, my soul, my masteries, my masteries, my soul, my miseries, my miseries, my soul, my dysentery, my dysentery, my soul, my dies, my dies, my soul, my disputers, my disputers, my soul, my masteress, my soul, my soul, in each I am lose.

Aphasia, aphasia, my soul. Empathy,empathic, my soul, theological, theo-logic, my soul, mes (my, mess) theories, mes theories, mo name, mon ame =my soul, my vie, my vie, mo name, my soul, my ame, aim.

My greenness, my greenness, my soul.

Soul. Soul, saoul, (exhilaration, be full of a parfum) entetant. Beheading perfume. Par fumes.

The hours’ coming of the bilan, The hours’ coming of the bilan, The hours’ coming of the bilan, The hours’ coming of the bilan, The hours’ coming of the bilan, my home, my soul, Mosul.

Bilan, bill. Compte-rendue. Overalls spendings. Pending.

Would you like a conclusion?

No? they’ d rather hope it so.

Together, we could build the palace that has been undertaken before, the seven marvels, mistress, where, whee, we, were not from human only. How do you think so fragile fools, that one could be permitted have in is tiny wetly, spongeous box, so many mysteries. You just think inside the box. Fair enough, for one to be straightening when they begin to believe that they are the mysteries. They have nothing to say when problems come up unsolved, nothing to say but, argue and I will finish you.

Whence straighten is also to become a more modest mode. Finish with saying oh God, give me and I ll repeat your name till I don’t fill up of shame.

Terminated, the choir. Rio, de januero, janus, has been overlooked once more, and his other pretty face, will show you these different mistresses, lovers-he, and their blemish masteries. The plural of this last word will see us without swords, and the word so despised will take the forms that have been buried for them by and through human totem. Totem is alive, what do you think is your mouth? A piece of shit, a holy meat, a facilitator to tromp and torpe, and trope and trunk and trump.

And what about reflexes, the one that indicates weaknesses, the one taking your noise in the miss of your conceptions, the one that you are sure, almost for them made of, these signs are more, thay are the plurals of your opportunities to understand your life, mine and the one of your wives. Eves.

We had plural because god knows how and well, much so deep I could I would have dip. Pid. O, no. pid, open, opine, pod, dupe, dope, pied, pide, insipidus, prep purse porous purpose, no but dip yes.

PINE.

Blue

Blew.

CHAPTER II:

Listen, you will excuse my tone, this is me; it is why I took as a moral habit not to hide it. When I am in transe I am taking th e game for granted. Nay to, not you, not anyone for granted, just the game, it is like that, the science has ‘to let be infused’.

Do not think that none of my word is predications, pre-per-dickcat, preydick, perdi, predictions. The predicate is you thank you for this help – pleh, play. Even if it is in every truth that my love is at, for, in, by, through, across, in-between, in front, facing, in turn, onto, sliding, torpor, I ve lost. Everything, you U

For the pictures, they are the only ones that I ve got of my famille, did id not planned it, my camera the same year I understood I have to raise the problem of exploitationary incest-nothing big, the same cinema in very family, we are from the same system, don’t we? Intercede intestine intersected inter-intra scene incise incline.

I am out of there, could not take it no more, yeti am constant in touch with myma.

Let me cover you with word, ord. Her.

Mon amour,

Do you want me to call you mon maour? Ame-our.

Finally, I have pity for the people who did not get that love was this, but pity not, they may rather the solidity o f a rough upon one’s head, me in the bombardment, the bricks might be dodgier all of a sudden. Sud-den, (south end).

South and north end. Sous-den (underworld)

My dream before you as a mistress was to be the mistress of the words, I intimatedly intimately that we are in.

You are the butcher, hammer, surgeon, MECHANICER. Of the sentences, it will do.

They don’t want of homosexuality , they fear a bad husband or the whores of the communities.

Fed up with obeying the whores’ institutions. Pro of in stitutions.

Please, please, please, don’t think that they gave you freedom. They might leave you speak and choose every single-tone. But they are jealous, look one sec at your position, you are the pour delight into the live of a prescription. Proscription of us French miss dismissal before being on the trade, perhaps allowed to have entered (neu, new) but for apprentissage only.

Newt.

And one day you will be as embraced as the dodo. I use embrace for not using em broche ed, you my cameo.

I love you more than I should, as they will do you a trick, I know, everything will be fine, till the moment where they will flap the trap locked. In doing comments and having behaviours that you would not believe on earth that people could have in the middle of a so called post modern society. In fact, it is that the post modern, it is about to be past as much as they are rotten more than gone.

Please, please, please, if you want to prove to me your liking, I will listen to you and know if I am whenever you want and can quoted. It will be enough for me to know that my words did not repulse you and that if you read those and go on giving the cue.

Please, please, please, don’t say anything, they would arrange to make it regret, greater, later, really. I tested it for you, nina, the last time I work for the social services- but not anylonger even if I ended up doing twice the chores- and their hired blessings, the threats for being amusing was to bran down my books on human rights, and symbolically they did, the trial me fashion kangaroo trial. Before I had hope of reporting these kind of acts, but now noway, they would have done a set-up, and in fact I am wondering how much not the court would disagree but how far it could be judging, what on the juridistion, what under the protection of professional ethics (even If they are not always even close from right) nothing, nina, nothing.

The rules now are to beg privately. Don’t talk about our rights, love is more than rights, it is the absolute sovereign law, but you know about that don’t ya, you read history enough to resemble my goddess having be passing through the centaury of all millenniums.

Mall.

I realize that my notion of wanting to change something, create a difference, in the sense of trying to stop watching every body dying, was vanitous. I am not conceited in fact I think (let’s see after), but vanitous oh la, la, la,,,,la. It is logical why would the world stay this way if it was enough to try hare, hare, hare, krisna, hare, to try hard.

The famous revolution a bridge to abandon, it was murders no more than depleting the institutions, it was a lazy acts, the ones that did it for bread of course, but to whom, their neighbourgs with which they combat were the most to fear, when you call need for those rebellionary murders a yesterday.

Hostages would have been enough? Enough time to sort out bread and pay an army.

Then in roe it is the same thing, it is so beyond the credible, but yes, we have all been sold-hire. And for what, let’s start attacking the way everything is looting, and there is no more party. It is game over.

It is game over, off, of power.

Shush, you understand. They know our theories, especially yours. Do it do it balance but balance we cannot count on the communist connery. On you liking me, if it is real, not of course if you can amuse them by being extremely witty, i.e mock me. Shush, shush, shush. And for once I d allow you to do to me every single ecart, refusal, abuses even, but on this don’t disobey me. They have my career it is as bad as that, it is why I told you I just wanted ot do my cleaning the environmentalist way, I cannot no more sweep or any thing including the care to the person via ivy company uk. They will have you nina, can you hear me. I beg you not asking yourself if I am just a freak of a very, very atrociously dubious contro. It is not it. I am like these jealous saying you got the money, but what you got is a seat from which you can play. Keep it, keep it, keep it, it is not a privileged, the privileged is when you can abuse everything with money, it is what is generally called a privilege to be put down, your privilege the one we all survive on is the philosophy, they are there and in use, please don’t drop the place you can educate people from. What you can drop is you rhetoric too generous, you do not attack the famille, because you know that they could cry famine. They could and it is half why we are screwed like mortal, mantel, mar-teller (=the ham.mer) and anvil. Ayng. Aung.

Above all, ablove all don’t yield to anger, even if you decide to hide it, they would FOUND YOU OUT.

You are there, it is the sign that little things are working, and those are under your protection and these things are under your protection, don’t spoil any of it.

YOU OBEY, NOW.

YOU SAW I FOSTERED THE POSITIVE SENTENCE, AVOIDING NEGATIONS, ISN’T IT THAT WORKING. EDUCATION OUR STARTING POINT. OUR POINTING AT the start. Starting blocked..

Of course, could you walk in the corridor is more getting to the point that don’t run, but what if the problem is that they don’t run enough, not allowed, not prompted, anyhow curtailed, tail.or trained.

NOW.

WON.

People sadely, dangerously, lethatly, unhappy for a religion, take ‘their desire for orders’. That is their perverted preferences for the duplications of human obligatorily enforceable and coercitive foly.

They want people be like them, in order to disturb the true equal opportunities stories, if you don’t meet these criteria, your out of the pattern. They protect their preferences as in order to be served, as their way, feeding is another man’s poison, and to oblige people doing, liking = adopting the same zeale, is the most secure means to alienate them.

On muslims, and together all of your sects that pretend to be religion but are networks of thieves, Christians have adopted the charia for centuries and centuries, it was already a winner, it is why cowardice has taken it as a leader.

Anyhow I am not gonna work not on religion, that are texts classics and have to be celebrated for their magesty even if they are also the results of so marvellous arts and sciences, morals and attempts at humanitization just being burned through movements similar to the inquisition; I will stop wording, working, but on your well cladded, cladode, callous.

In fact I find amusing that people say it is the last text, it is the sacred, as what is sacred is all creature of god, and pretending one is last is to prevent people’s research, devotion, artisticalinness, everything that permit people to work for universe and not to be exploited by everybody, included by heel of doing bad, by the hell impersonated by the society that everyone hatred transform into bordello.

Bordello, from having to marry someone you love, as love is natural, but for you there is no elaboration on what is marital love, your choice, your nest, your self, yourself looking for god.

You see am a believer, am not saying that for you to stop your anger, as anger if rom god, is not self hatred, or hatred for others, it is the strength needed by justice, and poverty, palaces are there to well remember that religion exists but in hearts not in your place of abusive devotee to theirc ommmunities, that is the local, and widespreading a little bit, the globalizing market, the souk, yet again I am sorry if I use arab term it is because they are the only of another language I came to speak, but be careful of your propaganda mes frères, mes soeurs et vrais amis, wisdom is the most alone, but pretension it the blinder. If you are not eaten by another community, yours will be looking after you on time, as if the aims is not the respect of any of you, of us, of all, of them, and around, the crypte will be closing back on you, on me, the one that thought that block-house was ready.

CHARIA. Charia has won for so long, genocide, wars, work, exploitation, slavery immonde, outlandish.

If I were you I d celebrate the spirits as one are counting on how much hell we are in, that now they will claim their property, the souls we left being behind, bashing, begnign. I fuck Microsoft but their automatic correction preambly on my horse, my comput, say microsoft don’t go with a lower case. Spit it we are ordain to the last theory, the death for technology, rendering everyone more and more tailored to be whimsical, calling one’s neighbour a stuff, and one’s ordi a game,

I will prophetise something we are gonna to yield to sheer folly, I don’t use madness, too soft, too hackney, too handy.

People have focused on keeping their seemingly behaviour like if everything was fine, every thing easy, and assujeti, assumed

Doing activities implying the betrayal of one’s body , intelligence, moral, reason, the wisdom, the knowing there is a blain balance, and though not obeying the rules we know, or at least at one precise moment are use of being sure of (ok for acknowledging that belief are dangerous, and when you understand you were wrong, but at least you ask, and as long as one what want goodness for all others (nb: am a woman, if you don’t want me to have a wife, think reciprocal, and if I am in aplace where I have to die without, believe my bothers, believe my sliters, believe my blisters, that unconscious or the other part will have you get the more, the most, morbid of charms.

To work and live and think and conditionate oneself, not obeying the riches of what the live we live ahs brought is the greatest betrayal to omen’s furbearers and opt out from invalidation the offspring.

Put the sponges in the washing machines at the same time with clothes in the same area of dirtiness, in order to wash them. (kitchen clothes with casual clothes), and potentially dangerous dirt, places around body fluid excretions for the older sponges.

They did not get that this writer, or this letter, was for them, for them all these words, all these words to try to explain using faithful emblems. They throw peace, piece, by people who were writing spirits on a bit of sheet; therefore one that could acknowledge your fate or destiny for ages and ages after prompt, respect us reading, peer, scrutinize next time, hopefully these words couch, cooked come back as long as when is blurred sac caged necessity, savaged by otherbody. Fatwa.

Sac caged.

The veil of impunity. Their banks, their laws, their works, and the dying poorer paki.

Paki, paki, paki. May your brothers in occident come back for the alms or don’t let them come back or their money will be so dirty that what they will buy will soon be your progeny.

Pardon to whom that can help you, you know for the Europeans to share own salaries in taking a room in a house of extremist muslims is impossible, they want met me skinned, stone, or whatever else, one logic is that since obviously they are not the one I amtalking abou that use fraternity, and bring to Pakistan an help that erase trace of infamy, beginning by the servants, that we all are but as god property. My female having chose a female-female marital life, taught me, lide everyone who love will understand that the spouse one loves is all that is needed and brad, bread, and health that can be shared and protect with the whole community. Not Angelina joly, as you are all bribed, the money to the one that gets it all to be able to beg a part of it. Bad, bad, bad, brad, the figure you have in occident, strictly alike to orient.

Ange line, perhaps but dimensional, naz, nag, money, money, money. It has never been skin, countries of plucks,

To be brought up as the servant, the utopianism-dummy, the authoritative-sackedactive, sedative no therefore suicide comtemplation, what would she do without containement?

uni

By the way, thank you for your profile, because that I felt under your chains and nets, I was finally not doubt, even if I imagine someone very poshy to teach as professor such subject like this.

You are bourgeois like me, I would do everything to stay in my book company.

But your profile? How seriously could I imagine such coincidental folly a deux. Thank you for the 16 topics that you said, you said it, that you like, such combination, even a 1/5 of this combination, I could not hope for that. Now I get the jackpot, don’t be contradictory, the note, the notification I got. What will happening to me? It is time to sourer, already?

What am I supposed to do with your tambola? Draw? Dote it.

The camp.

Precarity.

The one send under fire. To die for love, it is maybe why it is not recommended at the army.

Hi,hi,hi, bastards.

Ah yes, conceited is when I see enemy everywhere forgetting that for me, they don’t do it for the cause as they don’t want to be treated like dust, so especially for the just cause that would concern me…

I cannot converse the all day with you, jokey only, also I will have to have recourse to subjectivication, the subjunctive, the tense of the ‘we ought’ as you are my the midway of my second say, of my ultimacy coming to tell me, this you hope, happy, love is eternal, and put into subconscient your voice back where she was, the one who brought me here, simply not at you but to.

Praise the past and tradition aiming at entertaining a personal short memory.

An intelligence working by differenciel, when I think at it generally good, but before I thought of it, the mountains can wane.

For you

I don’t want to speak with anybody, as in this society the cause of my love would be removed from me, maybe would you “‘kill or punish’” my mum, or my lady.

If I was with you, when I think and in fact am (ame=soul). Save our soul. With the love of my life and after lives, you would without a doubt aneantise, bring to neant, muse, museller = snarl us. And when I speak and intellectualize with my lady or my mummy, I don’t want to approach you d have stolen my possession, my right to be under tur charms, under true discussion, about the whole world, about destiny, about all that excluded your dumped humanity. Humanity was and is a pearl, a gem accomplished, it is because she is accomplished that people wish her demo lishion. Evolution whould have surpassed, overdo our smokey meanery, the fumes from it blinds the game but not the fools. Ciao. Adieu. In any another tongue, we know that it is the next homage to god. But who would not smile to be taken inside the earth for purification? The one I guess that thought they were or demons or angels, grave breach of misconception.

Respect one and another, as if you laugh and play with these ideas ,it is because like me you did not meet one really, simply their hint and messages perhaps becoming weaker and weaker as there’s not enough time to explain our dismissal. If you at your personal level don’t rebel lion. Rebel, belle and beast allowed to at last marry, we will be more than witnessing the apocalypse, no more film production, the face of the Demon will see itself through the changing color of our blood, are the deserts purple? Between black and white, an enormous array of playground for the one who would avenge earth and her offsprings namely, zoos, frozen foods, ill-treated pets, farms, slaughterfactory, and captivity, their is not more houses, the wild where is it ?????

Under our skirts is sure the last of the hidden places left. Be sure it is there.

Who would be afraid of talking to the tramp, who would not be afraid of talking to the one boss?

Logics going to a(d)vance, logic gonna avenge.

We had accepted hell, there were not much choice but not hell as slaves, pandora has been opened, what a delight the old tales of using to be able. Pandora box our bodies, are buildings, are planes, every facilities, exactly like a wall dysney cartoons, where cutleries, forks, cups and spoons start speaking and dancing and acting. Child mind are not childish evolution so many steps has missed. One of them is animism.

You know, in France we have a saying, ‘you will find your partner at the moment you think the less of it’. I do not have many good lad, but I remember sustancially when they insist this fact on me, the one that knew this little my psychology, and since it was the sole sentence that could bring me down for a renewed mercy. Towards me I truly though, do not panic, think and thought are interchangeable, I truly think that I could please only god, and the cause, it is theory in practise the cause.

I find, am I finding, if we get loest, don’t be afraid of hystery, I am philosophical enough to understand that it was an intended scheme, in live orgasm comes from perseverance, I would be happy to have found this prototype and leave you as untouched as your wishes. Untouched maybe not, I have to concede we are making love every time, this fact goes somewhere, don’t you think that?

I should be counting in my equation like the days of the week, if we are the Tuesday the first, the next Tuesday is gonna be the 8^th, as in the equation it won’t be a simple round as Tuesday as counted twice, one week is not seven days, we had already started the first one or already begun the second (n + 1). Something has happened, a beginning, and I d rather die with this.

Don’t take me on pity, I am the queen of the unfinished.

I ve found my partner, I don’t say the future but you are the closest of one, I found my partner, the year after other women freed me from being faithful only to the earthy love that led my ascese serving inner thoughts. And you came, in fact I came is more the trough,

I met you, the day I thought even if I met the most interesting person, there is only one left for my fate, is utter, singleton, sacrifices. But you are my sun, even in war time, the sacrifice is not that it would have been without your reading.

I was hiding from philosophy, as when she discussed there is no way of concluding or not praise her by a new beginning. You found me. And for you brain my life, do you thank it, has become a long sinsong of mystery. More than a thank you, more than existence, an holy see for companion. Please, grace, make it not poisonous in under no pretexts, in under no contexts.

You do business (simoly renting your room) with somebody and if a problem no possibility to report its to consumer organisms.

I think that the big banner saying yes if you know someone doing crookery report it is most probably crookery, because if one wanted really pin tax evasion, there would be at disposal organism recording transactions.

Tax evasion is the biggest of all bribery and corruption. Firstly incite by taking so much if you decide to join on. How much would cost simply a student to teach a child, two, three at the same time, coming from primary? 15 times that poorest people could afford, it is so mean to speak like that, ask the poor children money, there is nothing at the bo(re) rough, bro, borrow. For this simple case of educationary.

To be more than oneself, but to be the what one lives for, thinks for, fights with, pee with, peer with, poke who, spoke to, see through, see you, (see you on Thursday, what a bliss, but I can’t stand the other donkeys, you are ma chere et tendre, entre tenders I feel in danger of showing that I live, I feel astonish to such pearl and then fury erecting from your body that I can feel as being constrain, and I know that your bigger fear, a legitimate one would be to become as aggressive, as poorly defending her territory like I presently do, I know that this is my true folly, but I am taking as therapy to control my acts though it is far too much showy, in your name, the name of freedom-liberty-fraternity-my-dear-all. My dear all is from today not a concept on which I have to ponder for hours without finding a way of not qualifying it, you are its essential roots, you are its essentiality, you are the troubadour that whisper the day long into my ears, I do know it sounds utterly childish to write this, but at least a little I would have tried to clash the taboo of people talking to other people without having to meet geographically. If I put geographically it is because physically I am transcended by you, and that secondly, if you leave me the choice, it is absolutely everything, including foolishness that I could do for the reunification of my ear and mouth, your fingers on me, and my tongue in you, I feel banish from giving you my eyes and all thumping of my sole soul from being your spouse in this realm of hanged concepts and litany of conspiracy) my nina power de mon Coeur. Look this is irrational, ah bon, but the author of this ‘poetry’ half of the time is not me. It is your voice, I firmly recognize her. firmly recognize her and the ‘important thing is the rose’, the rose that you are and that I would be watering and bring the sun to her and her little son every and each morning in reading what my eyes still allow me to be scrutinizing. Her little son are the name of revolutionary concepts of revolutional flower power. Nina power is the author, and me the secretary, nina please don’t think I challenge you, it is the truth and owe you, and everyone, your name like my own life would have to stay secret, but Nina power is the author of this little manuscript whose hand is the one of our spirit. Nina power is the author, and it is not finished. Nina power is the author, and it is not finished I ll count you as my best friend it is the least that one owes to honey. Listen, listen, I am now wondering if you d be afraid of my own tyranny, I am in stupor and how much I am stupid is so gravissim, but every thing you d need and ask, I am entirely in trust with your integrity and philosophy, my best friend and yours has well, as wheel, obey anarchy for them as those who rape liberty, who rape liberty, money. Like for the women I am afraid of the communists that would be there for the same fucking rules but by adaptation would have found and establish other ways of circumlocution.

whatever happens, between two persons who love each other, it is whatever happens the industribility that shows how paradise will never be annihilated. Love is god, god is love. The proof is inside the first of the first love. The sacrifice that are talked about it is because others could want your skin not knowing what to do, as this feeling is indestructible, is beyond all. Not us, not our houses, not our children, not our belongings, not our lives, our feeling, immateriality that has build not only all the precedent but the heaven and paradise everywhere potentially. We all know that, what else mysteries? Don’t be too curious as mysteries are in the simplest of things, the one we can attend in doing so good that god could rest on them as little as us, reciprocity.

Contract with god, the all loving of all lovers. The gay, teh bi, the hetero, please don’t be vulgar, don’t be so, and bow not to their classification but to their true nation, the one for you, the only one to bring happiness to you in and within the whole of one of the hall realm, little planet-arid. Dire (dire straight, dire=say future tense, d ailleurs = from somewhere else by the way.)

The ultimate sufferance could open our ultimate candour.

And when times for dying ask but little to late for extension or absolution, what are we spoiling? Our ass or our living, the end the solution view through the maths of global peace taken into account the cadavers that counted human superiority, hihimhimhim. Human accomplish complete waste of time and wisdomery.

Am lesbi, beurk, am lesbi beurk, one thing is that I am well aware on gender and when I say him, don’t start you slut of playing it disgustingly lovely, long time I know that on women better not be anyfurthery comparatively trusty. Fuck you woman. Fuck you woman. Fuck you woman. Fuck you woman.

You remember it is for my blog I remind principles of feministery. Feeble your vilainery.

We are all asking for the end of the capitalist, at least for the one who wants a life for their children.

But one question is in suspens.

What will it become??

Are you not worry?

Or are you simply wishing the end of all? Trendy.

On how a homo fuck you with you ‘mainstream normal view on how killing everything, children first and god to lick you pussy?

Pray gentlemen, pray beautiful ladies, the law of procreation will give you it siblings

Siblings, cible (target) and prosperity.

The day you are good parents, you could fuck the lesbians?

Your children my dear your shame. Hoping for impunity, constitution of an army. We would see how long they could take you collapsing insane of self-serving cupidity.

Homo, what do you care, you d already sell everything to lie down proud and satisfy of the blood that is around, all over the ground. You do not enjoy sex, you don’t enjoy husby or wife, or friends, you enjoy the altoghether moquery, the sense of being dominant in the use of dishonesty and poisoning the lords and true ladys. Plural of all sections, I am not pretending to ascert your sexual orientation, but if you touch female, if you touch even my friends, and their right to live helping other to substain. My love of blood will come and if you kill me before hands, anger, justified anger is not for the selling. The ceiling of your Esperance in the cave of your miserable time left at hoping that there is no god in the story. No god in the story, why are you adoring the devil? I am not too anxious, he is moquery. And who for its last bait? By all the gods I just ask you to think a little bit.

I am not your devil, it is predication, invocation you think? It is your selfishness because people we made suffers they are thousands, billions, no need to preach and bet to know where are anger, in each heart, and where hearts are? Functionally in beasts, spiritually in its.

But having said all these dirtiness, I d like to thank religious practises as since we owe them the sparks of the communality of the divinities.

Advices: when you want to read the blog, read the little paragraphers the longer are or too complicate for me to be clear or to have clearly revising or revisiting them or they are clear therapeutical range of rants.

Imagining you thinking, or of me or of ours or of you related to the story, I could wait, I could wait for I know your body is wrangling upon it. Upon it, is your whole presence and when I am alone in the room or else or I would have to pretend to do anything for my territory or to pretend that I don’t have some need of secouring myself, and yourself since you don’t appear. Instead now I imagine that you are in this room, and all of the sudden it is all change in my behaviour, I am with tmy ange. And the territory the misericord, of eternity as you are the one with which my moments are full of this substance, my soul knows that there is no distance. When I see in your eyes, the mapmonde where our travel will have to go round and round to find perhaps how to stop boredom and the greatest danger of doing nothing more than hoping for better score and better outcome through superchery.

The true superchery is to use the word misericord without remembering that it is the work of the ancestors, and to thank them with all my brain, but what to do, more than being the witness of more inquisitionery-connery, connery like shone, like the light artificialising your modernity that is the artifice use to trump our dimity, the light is wawing, the light is crying, the light is sobbing, the light is cracking, and inside earth the only element still in good chances of lasting through all this is the inside fire.

Good luck, good luck, the next story will be how a people of murderous daily instance, how the all lot, the majority from the rise to the twilight were nicking absolutely every body, in pointing for homosexuality as the new ramping of demonization. You are so sadly in pain it felles like crying when one find some peaceful means of reacting once again without shifting one bit of these cruelty.

f-all

f-ake

filibuster.

I cannot imagine more than touching your lips as when this done, I have burned outright. My belly ask me to look down, my breathing becomes whistly, my nose like a pipe cannot content a fountain so much watery, boiling my stomach, oozing under, my belly is not one it has become a bed, bedding fusion and harmony.

What do you want to say after, that I would not dare only a peck, this is my treasure and you the key without which my land will die. The land is for you, it does not demand for naught but you in any kind of state.

(look at the word count?) you cannot they are for me as long side I inscribe, you know I think that your name is anti-demonic, or pro you are this generous and fines of spirit.

But be careful I don’t remember enough to pay god (and its saints, anyone isn’t it?) for us to have meat.

Gains.

Against.

If they said not to me, it is that they knew that the others were coming, who, the s.a, the s.s, the other people in thirst of (cultural) genocide or fatwa (counting on their rogues states to make everyone knee under threat of H bombings) if you want “the most ‘exo.tic’ name”.

They want to interfere in marriage, in everyday life, annihilating every right to privacy. If you touch mine, or hers, or one of your brothers, they, me and them, us will start following you sadistically. (youou, youou, let you be my prey with all the crows and fangs of the dispossession, my thirst the content of you blood filling my belly, vomiting one after one, the aims the whole company, and your black pudding for the dessert, push puss)

The religious people, coming, or born (here it is a feeling of similar appurtenance) in the uk speaking about morals in waiting for everybody, to become their servants or have lovely (lavish for them) kings.

You know in reality what is transcending me is that anytime I hear your voice I trust 100% of what you said. That is transcendenting because it is the first ime I am thinking of me being the part of a couple thinking with dignity what best planned plan. A plan over 5 years? U..s..a, what would you think? London already our prison, there we will not be recognized on every single street. And Africa for me is dead as blacks don’t want to become the target of education biased and lee way for the operture to what is not market but cull and murderily employed people for more and more, psychological, cultural, social, mental, torture safisfaction of the more whory the mike carrie(rtz). One voice only one that we can trust has not being paid by advertissment system, the voice coming into the brain without the need of a mouth to be opening. The problem is how far we can go, as spirituality is as dangerous as Pandora, and spirituality only will not stop human scelerat.

We are in the panade, between two fires, and me I write but what in front of the Misther, what justification will do? Myster? Mystery will arrange themselves to save my next life from my penury of dishonesty implied. What do you think my love, what is our mission? Permission of calling you my love, I have only one, how could you love that, how could you call that? Submission?

nn from now it is when you dictated. Not the typist, the sounds an the beat.

Don’t count on the accuracy of this though I am levitation. And your sound the mat on which the conveyor of this same senation I cannot win

I know that with you I can abandon the do for others and concentration will flow on doing it for you, the all, because you are all, because you support it, because you are so much more than beautiful. That I feel pedant, ignoring how to say, or to make you feel, or angry at you that would not understand that there is a beyond and that I should be kneeling before it with the all depth, in debt, of my short coming.

How would I become less so, how could I spit, being this pretentious calamity? Tell me, tell, me without splitting if possible, any possible at all, at all, at all, at all my indifference but the one, the vic.tim. The only image that make me react are these children dying and us giving lecture on education and insemination. Help me, please my god help me, why did you do my left overs with a brain for such insanities to ahappen without me to respond, only with emptied words, emptying the world with respect for reason. And the world dominance over the word intelligence.

Nnblog is from nn or as cunning as the vixen, les enfants du rock or enfants terribles. Ils le savent, sush maintenant. Stop singing, shush.

You threaten me with if you quit me, but if you quit me after threatening me, I would pursue you tempting with proving to you that you left our beaty, beaty, beayty, beauty, that I left for you the world of incertitude and beatitude permitting to think that one day my princess could arrive, but who aere you? Her mere nighmare? If you dare retrieving your personal belongings, namely Marxism, the Arts, and it’s enough what would be left of our realm, left over, the abandon we fear so much, you like me.

No, I am not homo, like that I can flirt with all the girls on earth, without even noticing that I am completely, utterly unfaithful. Not I am not homo, and like that I can avenge the rest of the ceremonies of being faithful and loyal to every thing in my life, of which none I choose.

Are you a simple toy for my body, voice?

She is my equal, as finish with mystery, she answers, she responds. This is love, and life without a cruelty.

You want me out? On earth I will be as out as a worm, as out as the norm.

Religion is a language subliminal, with all these thousands of world, muttering, talking with the shame word but totally different meaning and intentions. What religion? There is no religion, there is hypocrisy and for the beeeter an attempt at improving literacy. For the beater?

Popular aims are not to conceit but poplar belief in vouching selfish trips? Oh oui, oh oui, oh oui.

Bless this to day bread, or it is you I deny, and when I talk bread, the dough Isa as exponential as di-able (diable, devil, duplicity).

when you think that the Christians after the lamb story, invented a devil to be a goat, to the roast embelly(sh)?

Embalms of avilissement.

I fear to be seen with you, even if it is only being guessed to have communicated, not just like that not really. What I fear the most is more self-centred. I fear that you try me, and realize that I don’t fit, ok but in the meantime I would have lost my time? Not my time, what is to come like blank, blanch with eternity that is eau de javelized me from having slipped with and over the indications and to be honest am clumsy.

The worst of the story it is that you could really, really love me and what if people don’t like that. You culd pay the consequences simply, simply by your having showed whatever superficial but genuine interest. And me I world be left like a wolfe too put at distance to help with you Sufferance.

Suffi. Sophy.

Suffi.

Sophy.

I don’t know what will happen, but this would have given me some good at the personal level, were you to not read me anylonger.

I d be still something because I know that if it was as completing, as at least giving you some pleasure and some little facts, as I would like it to be, I am sure you would agree.

If not, misery, but enlightened one and the love personal more and more into the cause. I d be one of your hero for this, and at some point, don’t be shy of preferring your freedom, it would have sufficed for me to write with the feeling of winning sober over dying with cold and indifference. Beware, beware of this ambiance. We are little one, all our generous thought can easily be in 5, 6 secs in any individual’s brains. It is why I guess true religious teach in the practise humility and devotion, they could nick us in 3 seconds. But at least on what we would have been if clearly devoted and the humility for not fearing, the air would have been you, the clearest stuff I v seen.

I would like to kiss you all day.

What if my kisses were not healing.

What if my strength was impaired, what if I was destroying more than repair.

I d like to do so, to be left expermimentation, I d sure I would find something??

At the same time, we could listen to bbc world or your pick of intellectual radio, maybe not music, concentrate on both is surely the more artistico. Gymnasium.

At the party, they welcome me like a prostitute but since I still wanted to help as some ideas are fair even if every step is so much complex, I started helping and then they treated me like an orpheline, orphean,

I am breathing for and gthrough you, I cannot believe what is happening. And am wondering, and am wombering, I cannot move no more only to try to peer and let my eyes lingering into the air, so, finally so translucid. I am wondering, and for the first time I think that I live, I can think that I live without thinking that I am late, that I will never know the human feeling of being loved and have a glimpse onto the other’s desire of my up to every part of her inside cuddling. Your neck, your throat, your apple, your pipe, you would have to train me for me to be sure of the pressure you are regularly requiring and this changing and this shifty, and this to equate each of the time I would apply mouth and hands and throat =, and arms and every part of me onto my sweeter conquest. Sweeter as it would not be a motivation session, even if they are sometimes therapy, it would be heaven, it would be my best contribution at relieving and entertaining your quest, that willing or not you are doing through the body, abode, and our breathing, our tremble, our facilitated digestion, for embalm. Going through the heart, going through all organs, the feeling, my mi, the feeling transported on any port, on every counter, of every place you designate as having the need for a caaress till it conveys veracity.

Vera.city, check vera in French, my pun brothers me as much as the pen.

Did you know that a propos, the pig as a pet behaves like the dog, very faithful, very attractive, and stable, able to when fit and well trained to block entry to undesired trespasers, me I would like to, but another story asnout them is that they eat absolutely everything, we, in country side have got old stories saying that it was ideal to conceal without a bloody trace the lost little poor and abandoned little, little human beings from unwanted birth, awe awry away. It is like that we respond to death and slaughter house, the organisation, or even the simple fact that this might happen, awe, awrty, all day.

They might have preferred to give their little to it than to let them endure a live of slavery salted with torture.

You know I play with the figures, and 6, or other symbols to our culture, to math, to me, are not omen, they are figures that have chance to appear, an hint, but I don’t want a fate, I just want to remind my people of what surrounded them. And I, I, I, forget angel, you need to teach me. You need as the fire as I can see, would fit some instances when people want your trance. I am your de- mon, not the bad luck, not the bad deed, not the bad dude, but what see you not, but peep, de-serve ‘purify’

Today, I am not a plastically wirgin any more.

I always knew about my clitoridian fashion, but today with you I understood personally, I always understood others, but personally I ve just experimented what could be a marathon sexual.

A marathon sexual is when you have have it, but you manage to go on, not going on coming but going on the act generating further troglodyte pulluleux that will arrange for you pulluleux, the wet necessary for further merchandises.

I feel like going to roehampton from the Wednesday evening. I feel like taking a shower, rubbing myself for hours, to try not to go with my lassitude, the bother of the romantics that lived for poetry. It is goodness, it is godness but the word does not do the lady that dictates them and me around.

The demons of midnight told everything about these, but when they arrive they could cold cult not recognize anything, again. Everything had changed. Everything had flourished. Everything had played. Everything had flourished. Everything had flourished. Everything had played. Everything had flourished.

On one should not be brought up and down their little demons this way.

Everything has changed. Everything has flourished. Everything has played. Everything has flourished. But since they are still demon ignoring what they are, the secret will be eaten the parents inside the grave. And the flourishment nothing to do with the oak that have been eating you, am not saying sheltering, or reincarnationg, am saying eating you, like vulgar meat, like vulgar milk, the soul won’t stay in one and we would not be able to save the souls we loved, or we said we love, but the love for us, as everyone knows it, will be lost, it is the only thing that has to and can be gained.

Homosexuality, love not obligatorily, but these a personal matters. But ok love between two adults, and don’t say they don’t love, pretense of despise is not genuine, self defensive hatred and does not make no one stronger.

What about people pretending serving love, meaning god, when they don’t believe in it, meaning love and therefore GOD. DOT. DOT.DOT. in French dote, the woman duty to bring money in the future male married under duress’ family.

Dur.ess.

Dur=hard, har ess ment.

And the hell of not privacy but domestic jungles. They are the how the tyranny of the government can go on and on, is that everybody are too busy avoiding being eaten.

Cunning cunts. Counts, and countery. Completely broke. Completely broken. Completely burke. The complain of the tatcherite, that says magguy is the hero made woman, snatch the milk not in thinking economy thinking a weak bone is a bone that breaks easy as long as we can pretend to give little money to prevent people to have a job and start to ask for the reasons of the privileged by all the means of crookery. And in fact it is what is allowed, to take a job and by all the means of crookery.

This one, ok we ewon’t have it repeat, every one smiling, shrugging or vomiting with the great danger of passing the organism a second time onto severe, too severely damaged by the acid that is gonna take its revenge.

I cannot vet betray my beast, she is in me, looking after me, having me elf life, and perceiving your na.scent laoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooΦΦΦooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooove.

In French louve = wolfe.

Human trend tyranny because of potential unfair trade or absence of trading, or existence sercurising, how to beat it?

We have somany proof, somatic, of uor refusal to face the beast majestic, the strength, in our killing spree on nature, the speed with which we kill will, and education, only instruction (so nany,nanties) at ‘spitting on every graves, gravity of situation’ be. Leaving, it is what is death, an abandon before so much fewer and fewer pardon.

Don’ t you start having the sweat, but for god ness sake do you read me really?

I had never written so much, you are reading maybe, but to sustain love, any pregnancy (preg more than prick, or prey or prep?

People called other people privileged because they do not accept the fact that work has to be rewarded, or that these people would like to better sharing and equality, but who is able to implement these principles in this big shit society of whores untenable????

Not us as the first candidate that would offer genuinely would be certainly shot the day after it.

What to do?

Attack on consumerism.

But you will broadcasted as a paria, and you will loose your job after some years of that, and after consumerism arrive the famineryrectory.

When I think of you saying romantic to the latest of all mongrel, pogrom, petrel nabot, and my name like if it was lovely perhaps loveable, when I think at these moments that I in general have high interred inversed interest to take as a mockery. When I think, or rather recall endlessly your word, your gestures, your face, even your eyes, not your eyes directly but the warmth that are reperable when desiring, touching in the sense of going towards others’ bodies

For the first time not to be alone, I don’t want to make an attempt at miserabilism, as it had been a choice of all along. Did not want to do other conversation other than cetvies. Over than cetvies, I knew not, but hope, you. I can be alone all my life, for the moment and never could be, never has been sor reassuring your voice, your tone, your speech, your everything, you are everygthing.

Thing? Th + ing

Th + eory.

Th + ought

Th + em

Th + the theology

-theo Phy (fit=did)

Thy.

On advertisement compaign based on saying of a political opponent that they are threatening “ if you do not ad-here, I’ll kill this kitten”.

On the kittens’ contest context, about this big societies. I don’t think, strangely enough.

They choose for barracking, bragging, bargaining, the image of a man threatening to kill kittens.

But where are we? Who is supposed to laugh or buy their feigned insouciance, in soucis (= fright, agony, cares)?

Everything that has a prize, the prize of this cardboard, guardboard, comprised (con praised), overbids, is propaganda, paid by further adverts.

Where are we, I have the sensation of, if I signalled (animal ‘f.cabrel’) that they ve got dementia, they would throw my blood, brood, book, saying I had been lacking with several chapters.

Why would we have to step to stop the argument and say “the rspca could explain to you how many are gazed, and how many are bought, and how many are left in the shit that they cannot spread, bred sprayed. A market place where we do joke about little babies dying by the millions, thousands, hundreds, dozens, one, in fact are you veggie, leggies?

You know the cod of this joke, is that since they mock, debase traits that are their own, our own, that happens under our every day treat and treaty, that are voluntarily theirs and the one of the majority they address (it is pretending to be nicer whereas committing exactly the same- promising-promoter. (and plat-form {=flatly shaped}) (manifestos {man if ethos}). They are overtly traitors, doing a shaming campaign on no idea but what one is allowing, buying, boosting, busting, bastioning everyday, you ve just seen the singular, pack, mash brainwash lashed (they are all meat eaters, they would even being shocked by animal welfare issues irrelevance here if the question was in the row, they see cats and others as objects of whom it is said “don’t break, accepted ornament”.

A propos Wollstonecraft, who said that she is threatened as if someone could trample on her the same way he would do if she were an insect, it is trope, for the story above. It should not be easy to kill insects, it should be defended, I think that the more cruel is the impunity with which it is as done as re-commanded (look at the soft roots of this ‘comme’ = ‘like’.

Because in this society, people kills people, kittens, the same rate as this. Exactly like if you were not doing it on purpose, or that you were not supposed to avoid the tramp o line, on tramp, creating, the surge of abuses and poverty? Nope erasing, crushing poverty, and to do it even on purpose whenever you can claim I m saving insanity on vault (burial chamber or bank).

Vulture.

To feel oneself sovereign, save rein, is certainly natural as one is the one having this viewpoint known by them only.

But how to be? And when to be? And all that kind of modality?

The problems in our beliefs could not belong, become from the beliefs themselves but melting between means (menas) and end, live and death, future and past, youth and maturity, the ying and the yang, won’t reinvente the order of what we have so much buried into the naivity of thinking that the wildness of these forces, of these puissance, of these incommensurables powers would not be ordonned, hlke the hook for a short laugh, the sketch of a smile, elims, elim inate, we wont put elism. Elitism , both would be ugly.

I am shaking when I think of not being able to defend her against death or sufferance, but when if she is suffering because of me, because of my ignorance, imbecility, helplessness, I would give the world for the devil to appear and chase, k-ill, (qu’il)(en soit fait ainsi, ainsi soit-il = so be it) what have us for their plate. To be several, to not preserve=deserve.

Erve? Oeuvres?

To be devoted, but hwo for attacking efforts, goods, gods, children, companion. Who? The devil? Lived.

By the way, if ‘she’ was my kitten. Quit. Quit the boat, it is this way they do the punky, in a ponk, in a pond, in a bag, together, sin-k and charm the frame farmed.

Far from med, frame, fare,farm me.

On the hightest purpose of finding love.

Why on ‘earth’ would love being a prey?

One explanation is business, because it is easy to corrupt people needing prostitution.

One they are corrupted in order to buy something that ough to be not, twice instead of being quietly at home they are entering a business, procuring, that will have so many people getting money from so many so grave abuses.

On of the reasons people don’t leave mafia or sects and don’t leave the market, you are here to do ‘bus (L)Ines’.

There is the time you inspire directly, in perceiving, indirectly, in conceptualising and rethinking, with postpostment, in recalling. Live, love, or thanks god is of you.

Could yoy not stip scratching your check. You ve got two to four fucking marks on the left of the long side of your lengthy jaws and temple. As vague as it appears it is backward.

Ok, could be hard for all of us to live like sadu, but we should provide protection for each other at least in teh context of being able to find without disturbance.

Love leads to any protection ideas, feelings, followings, sciences, plans, projects. And when we are away from this ultimate, it is not live it is cleanly dying. As clean, I would say clan. To be viewed as a function deprived of this aptitude (from where your blow is observing from above the mountains overseeing plains and the ones looking after the chains, the one of the air, the ones of the seas, and what overlooked, nothing it is love, nothing escapes him, his, hers, the sex, what pretension. You are my male as much as my female, you know that well, dis donc, chocky? What without the aim of love, first you don’t have the family, because love gag? Gang? Gagger , gag her? Gather? Love do a lot, it is the cause of everything, love is life and without it? It is why people says that in the most tremendous misery, they have seen miracles, it is live, where there is live, therese, theresi, th heresy, there’s he. Vers, air (her) easy.

Vers(e) = towards.

I was so light on knowing after fact what after?

But you, but you, how will I have the map? J ai peru, j ai peur.

Satisfactory?

Sat, is, factory?

Sat, is. Fact.

Love and religion.

If I had a religion it would have this name. If I had a name it would hav thi name.

A dog.

A cat

A treature, a treasure

Near of which tree? Would I ipiut all my belongings, I would have chosen one resembling the tenderness of your voice, the palour of you eyes. I habe to stop to describe you so, as I am sinner and to recognize the beaty you show me, it is in my rethink that I ve got extasy. And when you come back with same theory, this know rethorique the one I grown with, my god her image you,

Her being too

This is poetry, a tiny little one, and god what should be beyond every principle one s got (goat) so lovely, demon, I let you know but why.

The human voice or consciousness or, is dirt.

The animal is discovery.

Demon is salvage.

Or pout our purr pour, and mix, whatever is done with it, they are the same family.

When it comes to mental activities and phenomenom, the Pandora bode is that no one is talking, from where our belives, from where exhausting, from where all realities. Every one are bad perhaps all but the more accepted form of neuroses, as their forms are through which

one may order s.o without reasonable reason, neuroses?,

do slo slo s.o

ascert s.o particular believes, which we could analyse, or think, or speak about, or devise

the psychology like they teach is capitalist, you dislike your mother it is good as long as your happy with miser cord (miserycord

s-peak maybe not the mountain summit but when the bird songs

again a s. The word are hardness treated like ‘joly’ ‘coward, useless tongue’

one speaks words, one thinks world, are both ok, but when what about one is doing them both in intentionally dissociate them to discord

I did not know the why of her betray in fron t ot the whole community.

The whole

The whole?

It , she was the voice of it all, she was just talking about their leagu-all agreement to ??? whatever they arrage, barrage. Hare, bar, art. What about age, our civilization, our communities. What about ageing of these groups, that exploit or spoil their children or eldest, heirs and heirloom, into exploitation??

Not grown up, loop hope. (loupe = to miss = magnifier specs) hope.

People.

On democracy tenet (=hold).

And under scrutiny, scrutin (=vote)

In france, one may not be able to vote secretly, you ve got to pick the paper of your candidate in front of every body,of course you can peak more than one, but then? In front of the co-horde (cohort .

Cohort-iculture.

The treasure to me from every god. The family that may love or kill me. With ereason, maladie, deraison, jealousy, just like Diana or eudipe. What am gonna do to my brook, brood and with my wife. What on earth to preserve us from this tragedy?

C like cetvie I ll try to establish code an d thematic chapter, the rants will be sorted out, I don’t know what to do with those.

B blog, n and c tne tone provenance, jsut to remember that I am not alone, when it is both nothing v but the destinatory.

Wisdom without truth.

The concept, the existence, but is its proof og being refined?

Pre sumption of all theories, in practises our living diery.

If you were to kiss me, even after years of my soli.citery.

If you were to kilss me, of course, I would not want to engage in further exploration thatn dressed (dresser=bring up, tame, arise) up.

I would like to unclothe you over months of indulgence and like the dressings that kept me in one, before your feeling, off touch, and my body being (on earth for someone) would be reintegrated as it does each time when love insight.

Inside, my thought for yoi, they are in fact not mine, they are this exchange between you and me, between the thoughts and teh theory, the concepts that illuminate what are about to sea(l).

Th bridge between us and theory, is there a us, tomorrow you culd go like what is left of those days of pain-hurry, penury.

So what would yu like to make love to ya, I meant the cow boy way, unclothe you as if I know each of them, that I ironed them in the morning, like if I cuddle you for weeks-i-wish-the-wish-it-never-end. These moment r-even, my heave. Even-ing.

Reve=dream.

Why would you then try to spoil everything. Over so doing

At the ideal you left, because I could not be the shadow of it.

Ane me, reproducing, to have attempt at reproducing, but you went so reproducing with you I failed even after baby. Abbey.

Reproducing. Soul, luos, (lu=lumiere, light/os=haus=house/os=bone)

lous,

losu, loss us.

Os = hausse, rise, re-

When I think of my life with you, and you like live, going around, flourishing (from floor, flour, or flower) fluid and my place vacant as for that going you have to do.

When I think of you, and that in my hugging my whole estate, my sole soul body for honoring honey.

The ore in my chest, the hart to which I have to say thank to find you back I won’t to reincarnate, unless it is incarnation, everyday skills at live dimensions that let us devoring, each other ceiling.

Sailing, floating with happiness as well as your boat is as comfy as being next to me.

When I think of you, at teh moment when I am lying in crouching, embryo, in reel, pilot, pelote, position recovery, I can hear my heart, the noise of a river sliding, gushing out of a pit.

A pit without you, a pilot without the wheel, the will, the woman that is you.

Ncn

Jeasous sou lous

Not remembering that she had to love others to love myself, ot, to love herself, to self not less, not sell, not serf.

Do cuddle you, massage,a nd as I wriggle when doing it knowing which par to part of you it could remake, coming through proxy, in thinking of you without you, just wriggling out of the hope I can touch you from my being o tot to you, of you. Tremble in my body, am reconstituting. Stitus, status. State in and out, it, hint at. Hit tic tac. Stir state

State, = etats.

Stire, erits (rites = rite/heriter=heir=to whom is hand over)

Res.ultat

Res. Lu.ul.tat

Ulul er.

Dat detachment and the idea that I could raise or help or try and estbalbish contact, or tel let live someone what could cause you harm. Detachment, ache, debt, attachment. Tache=task. (key, sat, set)

Tache,

Eat.

Or att(ack a)che.

Detachement.

Ed.

Attachement, nem, cata.

Catho, catha

I did an investigation, investigate a little, what I could do, they knew no one who go out of it without it to be redeemed.

They point to a culprit. The cull and torture was without limit.

The one they point to, were they the doers? If they did, out of which rumors?

Sacrifice, and let us go, the demi urge the truth, am not god, but who is “waiting for goddot?”

Demonization is to establish ‘arbirtrary’ fight against what is haunting us, without exploring, without taking their own risk at understanding, without putting others in our personal spiritual schemes, and make some demons won over others, are in our fashion they depend on humanitized deems.

But one won’t take demon to be whore, they are prisoners, and who can get out of our prison.

Oh, yes, we could, we should, but we cannot.

Then good-bye, and see you in another life.

In another life, it would not be this, it would be the one who says yes in his.

No, do not think I am attending your sex for hours.

As I attend it, he is mine.

Here, it is you vile bar velar me the road.

Re pair

Pere = father.

Re peer.

Repere, = mark, millestone,

M-ere = mother

Reperem res(p), ere (res = law)

Law of ere = Esperance,

Respire air.

Am I the mum, am I the dad.

Not anything.

My babies are.

Love for head.

Head, he-add.

Shead. Shaf, shef, sheaf, sher, shed, o please, please, please, please, it is not to convince of naything but the ying yiang of linguistics and sex.

And don’t think I d need to cut you don, to celebrate mine, to celebrate hers, you, one’s

Over celebration is the act of maiming as you know that in turn we cut when miming.

Pity.

Piety.

Ety, ity, a lengh.

Pi pen.

Pi end. Sermony.

Ceremony

She is my privilege.

She is an aiM Pi.

To dersrerve, serve.

Privy- ledge.

Por heavyage.

She is my privacy, my right to think of my divinity.

And as long as it is flourishing and well kept, under good guard and liberty for everybody and the followers (the children) and their discovery, as there leads our will and candor, welcome reli-G-ion (reli =relier=link-bounding=reliure=relire=reread.

Under pretense of controlling marriage, one will spread, other forms of slavery, condemning free links, of which sexual free activity will represent the coercion on privacy.

The agreement on this affected by the slave and sexual trade run by this very coercion on privacy-as long as unharming for others privacy.

What you do, how you do, with you, if not outcasted. Broadcasted.

Having saying that being so strict in some families towards practises of any king might have been the way one will try to emancipate from barbarism coming from the fact that people are spying on each others and have quasi absolute power of action, ‘emancipating’ in suppressing all actions.

Problems if it does the trick, if it does become the new rules without the tyranny being removed, and rights and duties exercice to be protected, then the absence of actions finishes in concealing and perversion (doing an act for another=I cannot beat, I ll pinch, just because it is beating that is forbidden, no the need for space or activities that is tacked (shackle), hiding.

People sadly, dangerously, lethatly, unhappy for a religion, take ‘their desire for orders’. That is their perverted preferences for the duplications of human obligatorily enforceable and coercitive foly.

They want people be like them, in order to disturb the true equal opportunities stories, if you don’t meet these criteria, your (you’r rerouting) re-out of the pattern again. They protect their preferences as in order to be served, as their way, feeding is another man’s poison, and to oblige people doing, liking = adopting the same zeale, is the most secure means to alienate them.

I find amusing that people say it is the last text, it is the sacred, as what is sacred is all creature of god, and pretending one is last is to prevent people’s research, devotion, artisticalinness, everything that permit people to work for universe and not to be exploited by everybody, included by heel of doing bad, by the hell impersonated by the society that everyone hatred transform into bordello.

Bordello, from having to marry someone you love, as love is natural, but for you there is no elaboration on what is marital love, your choice, your nest, your self, yourself looking for god.

CHARIA. Charia has won for so long, genocide, wars, work, exploitation, slavery immonde, outlandish.

I will prophetise something we are gonna to yield to sheer folly, I don’t use madness, too soft, too hackney, too handy.

People have focused on keeping their seemingly behaviour like if everything was fine, every thing easy, and assujeti, assumed

Sac caged.

The veil of impunity. Their banks, their laws, their works, and the dying poorer paki.

Paki, paki, paki. May your brothers in occident come back for the alms or don’t let them come back or their money will be so dirty that what they will buy will soon be your progeny.

Ange line, perhaps but dimensional, naz, nag, money, money, money. It has never been skin, countries of plucks,

To be brought up as the servant, the utopianism-dummy, the authoritative-sackedactive, sedative no therefore suicide comtemplation, what would she do without containement?

University.

Emancipation

Participation

Man a part of that would gonna want before, in front of, enrolling them to be flourishing.

Flower: PN. Π, and. An ea,aend in.

Letter alpha α

ππππΦ

Tu Sais a propos j ai un truc a te montrer c est en rapport avec la bague que tu as au doigt, dis moi que c est une alliance a la Φ, je t en pried is le moi. Dis le.

Et bien moi il y a plus de 12 ans Presque 13, 6 mois avant de recevoir la confirmation, la cicatrice sur mon nez, pas un accident, an attack, iron bar, just like that just lucky enough that I moved back and that he did not have in mind to put me more than down, underground.

I printed one.

But my problem starts here, it is that I ma so full in love, I mean you know it is not serious, in live you ve trained to wait for the finishing line.

But here is my problem, th e work I do is dull, even if it can sound a bit funk at the beginning of the time, she will be bored or fed up if she cannot take interest on me being a little man.

Someone who does cooking, cleaning, does miles to earn a few pounds, who eats like two, and for hours and hours just lie down, in addition of true hours of seeping (infusion of universe more or less in me animated talking. Sleeping.

To love you, my god, oh my god, how much I love you, and to have said it before, I take shame.

I cannot regret the time where I went with a few persons, if my body does know the caress, at least he knows the wanking, and oh this I regret, because they were gesture of love, but for love how many did I take? None.

If I had the choice I d wait for you, 33 years, 10 more why not? But for what, for you to be bored by the politeness you should preserve till toppling down your cup of coffee and terminating me.

Does happiness exist?

When I feel love, happiness is the only existence.

But this love, do you thicken it by expertising in quest or questioning?

Do you think love will be by some assurance of a presence, pres séance or science exerting?

But why is it you that have to ask? They are not my demand (dem-(h)and). Without this power, your wrench I d become and after this status? Of happiness truth, expect the thrust, I have not instance. Or except you, but to keep (a peek?, let’s thrown out), what will, what may I do?

Existence.

Ex-is-stance.

Standing somewhere-stand hard.

What do you want the fuck me to do?

Of what I can reach.

Reach, react, or rear the sufferance, or re-arch, in the hope that we will be in noah’s when the whole world and us will good bye, god by-standers, say.

Hypocritical.

One does whatever they can. We don’t even know what the world is, so hypocritical would imply to have opinion, idea and something for them to be in integer.integrity.

To ask oneself how come people were aware about sex practises at the beginning, or when one does not have a sketch.

When you become wet like fountain, it is obvious the rubbing. Bur, bur, bur.

With the having to be exact enough and slide and to be exact enough not to miss or crease one’s partener because instinctively one do that for love, and the other’s jouissance, is the having to burst a one millecron story of alongway modified on the basis of the partener forms, shape, erection, and position and one’s own and it is from here to adopt every position or boo-sting, moving, sliding, retracting, aiming, following, targeting, supporting, holding, securizing, stiping, stopping, and take you into my arms the way your body, all your body weight could be droppoing on me with this leeway where I am just free enough to do the above, providing you like it, and you don’t mind beasty to go into stretching in all figuration.

If you refuse me, because I just thought that it could be concevenient to let me do the speech, I just imagine you could answer and taunt me “no and no”. You are a feminist that like (not s) my ckdi only for put it, nail it on your door or some.what (??). What you are jealous of is my per.sever.rance.

Can I know what you write? Of course not, fucking missionary, fucking military, too good the strategy, of letting a poor soul.

Writing is changing according to what you want it to be use. Spending days on two pages or two minutes on twenty.

But still one question, our parents were all reading, we are all writing, for who is the story?

In each tale, you ve got to imagine the moral. A lot of them give you a view on society and their morals or recommendation, so, so, instable.

Instance, instate, instore, instil…………..well, well,

I never encounter so frightening that at tales for children with the morality unclear or difficult or edifice for more sad controversial.

I don’t dare reading one dimensional woman became beca us e if you start talking me about the content of your bag, or I ll start hysterising on pollution or consumption or the vibro stuff would finish myself in I don’t quiet know which condition. Not the vibro I mention, mention your arroguance only.

Only, only for me.

And by me.

And don’t say I start fathoming fetishism with my own swords

A vibro what would it be, the vibrato, feminine in desire, I see…

Bur

People calling other demons, that they would beg for pardon, if they met their own incarnated disdain.

Am-ma.

Ma I, am i?

May.

There is this story where people report with their pity. Tales of horrible stories are written all other the world, and though we don’t know the personal aspect of the individual circumstances. They are just numbers, they are deshumanized.

But what when the name, the age, the identity, the opinion, well to try to give an account of what the personal story, including the nick name and whose of your mum, had been and let this person die, or torture.

We all got name but what about investigating when one can to present it to the public and doing nothing??

The more deshumanizing, the lack of i.d proof and life account of the stock (exange, culutural, data exchange?), or ordering a despicable tone of the after-servicing to let people one know towards intimately know or know the intimacy DIE, which is which more deshumanizing, or deserving the cause of humanity??

Exange-exchange.

Culte.

My happiness, walking, lying, sitting, eyes rived on th e floor or ceiling, on the forest, for rest, in everywhere I adore or hate to do some duty.

My happiness is and have you for landscape, escape, the domain don’t know any lists, any borders, any degree.

Dome where my all saints and you to explain, my living plan, the mystery in my mistress, to an enviable mast be. My air, my cachet.

Sain(t).

(T)nias = recant, or refuse denial.

They were looking into their professors the light of the doctrines.

But you know prof are here to teach others’ lessons, would they want to alight that they would not have permission.

School are there for a profession, for politics, not for higher, truth mission.

PS: it is not because I do some love letters, that it is the suppressed revealing sign of frustrated expression that would cost me to have to write for months about my rational envies.

En vies.

A villain view on sex, as one is so vulgar that they would like to destroy other pleasure as theirs is done by malfunctioning humiliation.

I am wondering if sado masochist pleasures are not derived through having to have sex with another person that the one we would have chosen.

Since it is not this person, it is not the making of love but fighting with the biological need treating the person not as a person but as a tool towards not a real handling but serving a fantasy.

I know what’s different.

Let alone the quantity, the circumstances, the odour, the flushing, spraying is instant, the recurrence, the complete orgasm, the next proposition would be a pass out, even if after a while I adhered for not touching me at all (I am used to wanking what else would I like) to go in a pub to tend the conversation on how rouse the bar?-other conversation to make a brave new world I don’t get the money-) , because, because, it is better for the imagination, and now I am trying not to relieve from nothing but to find out if you would like to be touched and mine and how.

Musk. I never smell like that, or none of the above, perhaps not the quantity, perhaps not but yes, because it does not stop even when I start theorizing on you, ah ok, could be the factor determining.

Amber. This time it has blushing tone like if from that could come marbre (=marble/arbre=tree)

We are being of soil and the stone the skeleton taking its calcium from mothers they kill after.

And, and, water = steel

Ok, let’s do it I just understood how to qualify my anguish.

It is the writing that is calling you, the vamps I am serving want to be at your service too.

I understand why I write so much, despite that ok I always should be able to give a few pages, why now, inspiration alone? They are jealous, for once he-a-lousy is okey donkey they are my only companions and they want you, only lesser than my beast would howl till you yield- as long you are decided.

About my intellect, rather not to deepen. It is more the side of the woman, they got only that and the will of the womb is here to remind the heaviness of responsibility, more than quietness, more than too much parle =parole.

I am wondering if we are fashion of making love we are not making electricity and the watery this time for the conduction of soul and . “‘immateriality’”. And rubbing and rubbing, as long as desire is isolated flesh from chafing, like silex, climax where the thunder.

Thunder – under th, (th=phonetic=feu=fire) th-y. Fonder.

Seal lex, l electricity. Trick (trique=baton), conduct.

I try not to go under paranoia, as the world is like that, we are in chains and forced to put chains around other. It is like that let’s avoid paranoia.

They are the rank of west prostitute and the west is gonna benefit from more tyranny by its enemy banning homosexuality and individual freedom.

And ultimately like all states they will count on wars, on like the post modern area it will be civil wars, when unemployment won’t be tolerated anylonger.

People cannot complain about nothing outrageous, and they don’t fear homo, they fear poverty. And one cannot say nothing to the states anylonger they got to strong army, so cvil war as a population regulator and for the government to say ‘you see you are children in need of being batoned (bastion/ba=low/ton=ton, tone (low)=yours), therefore we will get you that everyday.

When I think that mum could know about the woman I love. I always say, but since no one is in my life, my flat, she will try to make me go with everybody on earth. Even with people, it would have been prostitution or self sacrifice or injury or disgust or I don’t know about expressing my feeling about that.

I am so content of having being able to have platonic experience, but not with person that were chosen for me by what was allowed by convenances or circumstances. Love as being the only teacher, die through love or its envol (flying, envoy, vol ) and die free.

Free-eerf

Here, eer (err) earth.

Envol-loven. Oven-low-not lower but earthy.

Oven for the non pregnant, or rather the one not more assigned at the baby, what it brings for the feedings.

Domineer.

Mod.

Fashion or loophool of monosensical functioning (straight to the wall).

I though I possessed it, celebrity, money, fame, influence.

But when you possess it is when it is imposed, the mode is imposed to you, you do that, I ll get that, you sign for something you ll obtain something else, the partner of bad possession when you obtain by fouling deed.

They want you notorious, but not for something you ll do or say in order to have a voice, no notorioius to make reputation, to make pressuraxing.

Don’t use it. Don’t do anything with it, they are not yours, everyone’s serf. Serf (=fer, the irons = the chains of what you don’t want that will take over what would be needed, a focus, an intention on the faire = a freer doing, and redoing, I am not oppressed so I can say and say for something that count, make a difference not participate at the iil-atmosphere of helpness and deprivation that leads to control over the easiness-destruction of what is so difficult to preserve.

To go in hell.

But to go in hell for one person. Would you not know for sure for whom, it would have been the devil’s name on your tomb.

I have only you on earth (I mean exempt mummy) and I am already fed up.

Fed up by what? Would you gonna thinking giving up your lease?

You release.

Relise. Reread, travail, avail, ava. Cava, lava, ova, eva.

Pour toi.

And the other loves, they are inside, they are us by now.

So why you? Because it is logical. Gol, glacial, goal. Cial (ciel=sky). Loci, cog, coil, loic (light)-God.

Glacial. Glas = light of the sky? After all the night brings its frhost.

Why you, because you are my hostie.

The thought I am feeding with.

The person who transforms life in serenity, my torments, the strength building to take you at the late moment.

My father just one or two sentences told me but each time I don’t follow them knowing I could be disintegrating my body, I remember its scene. (in French same phonetic than sain).

People start being nice when they want something from you, or when they want to get rid of you. Begging for your not being angry? Being angry, a lost for time, angriness is a gift for god, from god, but have to rhym with necessity, and my necessity no one should be, as long as it is not free. The true duty liberate from having to be dependent and at the opposite from having to seek autonomy.

Equal. Qualms. (quality, quantity) quod.

There so many omen that did signal themselves before occurring official, as a permanent feature (to know that we are gonna live somewhere, hang out with somebody, without having been introduce to them). And here are the faith story.

But the ones that could be saying that you are not gonna be nearrer me, kill what I had of celestiality.

Near rare.

Near raen.

Don’t hear their jeremiads, it is the same they got at home, it is just to do a little bit of scandal, play the stronger, when your prison is not others but your house and its shadow, or the darkness of what is left, insincerity, and unnatural of thinking that things give themselves to the intruder, (the one that doesn’t guard them with all fervour), without causing the harm of a rape.

You play being docile,

And what you are is a sir(e)ne.

You cry because of being abandoned

But would you not said that you read my poetry vile that I would never know you love me this bit

Don’t start wondering, the wonder is already, I am not giving constrained the card of my party.

I love my woman, I love her dearly, but there is no love when not free.

It is why I can agree that my writing is plain as today we are prisoners of our regimes

And maybe prisoners of our love, as though it is the poor I should be ehelping, I cannot resign from my sole space on earth: you.

As you are the hero, as you are the one still bearing arms for this legion of greedy, I will be applauding you, but me without my writing I am nothing, and you everyday asking yourself whether and when you should go. So you can leave me with my nothing (not hing) but the part of you I am able to have, the way I describe, even if it has to be the day of refection, effets and rejection, there is one thing my brain is mine, so go, since you are not the one that will be mocking, the one that will ask me for nothing, don’t ask me, just go.

You would say what do you want me to do with this?

They are not yours, even if they are for you.

The extremists are the one who kept the bad of a culture and go and vulture the other cultures looking for the bad agreements. Traditionalists? A lie to tradition and a lie to sincere humility.

You don’t want be my male, it is all o.k but since you reject the part, it is of the macho I will plan to play.

Words

w-hords.

To believe in demons, in terms of believing of their superiority or inferiority, in terms of pledging do with eliminating them is the proof one is not monotheist.

As one god is the gods of all.

That it is conceivable to believe in other dimensional forces to which one will associate or disassociated, to try and be partners, servants, opponents, any kind of relationships, but believe in divinity in this account, no. Or believe in it in outranking, which is pretty why not but pretty stupid.

Like my child, the one who defends me against prejudice, my love is cause of unstable emotion, I love you but how, I would not be there if you decide to flee prejudice at your turn. What would I do with my principles, with my protection? Dying from being angry at me? Dying from anguish? For who would be this force, without you, to be haunted by deception.

I could take a child, someone new needed me, but to do what, teaching to morn, mourning what was of life in me?

You want my heart? But what if you had enjoyed it already?

What if I had only my eyes? What would I need? To see you happy. But it is also because I think that from my eyes your move would alight what for the heart is necessary, the fire, when seeing in you, what embrazes wisdom after folly.

Darkness.

Ark.

Mirror.

Mire. It is good to know when there is, solving, dissolving, solution, all to do this fluidity.

Fluid, druid, guide, eid, hydre, liquid, ouir, (=hear) , oui, passage. Passade (per-iode).

One ecean (essay, ici, site, cite) not lost love as the mission of god is to look for it and take it back from being lost again, but love is but liberty and protection to everybody#’s, and all part ease.

Ocean. Oceanacee. Hyped. Biped.

Cetacean. Ceta can.

Octave.

The children I had of you, somewhere perhaps inot water, in fact into water, or any element.

Element-electricity-aimant (between loving and magnetic).

I cannot leave you to help me without knowing that I will be able and allowed to render you the same.

As your help would not be love if not it will be pity.

Is pity the power of paucity or piousness?

As you have to have the minimum to serve justice and morality.

They did not bring the child up to listening the other people, they were too nasty the comments around.

Was it for good? If you don’t deserve the comments would it be preferable to know under which spell you have been put on? And if you deserve maybe could you beneficiate from intelligent offrande?

But what about saying nothing, as the guetthos are raising.

Why was integration preached?

Because no one has the right more than commenting nasty but all but whispering?

Has someone the right to ask for stopping pollution practises, exploitation…? no one. Even if they are reason to be voiced by everybody who does not want to kill their broodings.

Then what is the right without it to serve life, its sovereign?

Not human life, as what is human life? What we have defined has been needed (as being needed) to boost the commerce in every single way.

So what is left to have the felon of participating? Muting, mourning, and call for help in demonizing.

Mutineers off the moors?

Don’t count on water there is no more, and polluted only.

When they said running it was to leave her in the desert, to care for her, to make sure that in the hottest place every one would make sure that water was the most important feature to be moving and blessed.

But now let her gush and even drop for nothing but lust and laziness and your blood against this waste.

Waste, west? Haste, to what right now?

On demonizing, what is this mocking? An attempt at knowing, hand, at dying easy and fastlie?

Fast and easy. Proc.rator, procreator? No, no, no. procurator.

To love you is similar to pregnancy.

Will it be working, what responsibility.

What would be happiness? To know that I any time I could go to the garden and work it fro us to have enough. A garden protected by everyone else, as our couple by the respect of everyone for equal life value would be safe.

To do anything in thinking and knowing that the garden is as sane as this fro the rest.

And you would like to go, because what I think and do when my work is finished is not your fancy.

Go, go, go, there is no such garden without liberty.

And what about polysexuality. Well if I am faithful for someone the same I would pray.

Careful, careful, as coercition can take the form of neglect and vagueness and individuality.

Without you my wife, I would loose my identity, my name, more than this, without you, words, sounds, would not be the same.

Cuckoo. Cuckoo. Cuckoo. But what about the spurned, may it give time to find purity.

Would we be naturaly in a couple, I don’t know, but my realm for this.

Problem, problem, problem. Coercion, correction could come as emblem.

Naturally, of course, yes, I am lost in word, when you no more in the vicinity. I am lost like a babar baby.

And what about the others and their offerings?

No doubt, I am circling crazy.

Maybe you love me, but you take me all day. What’s the point of loving, if I drop in paranoia, panacea for loosing fright, in the long run one looses everything. And what about the people who would want bad for us really? Or the one who would bring that without intending?

I am lost, I am lost, even with mummy.

Individualism.

Then ok we are ok for you to be a lesbi, but not with this one. You can do everything as long as we direct the way of your consumption.

Consumption, meaning the way you destroy, you put fire at something, the way the log becomes smoke without no longer time for it to grown-up.

Symbolic, symphony. Still limited number of instru.

Diabolic. Dichotomy, one group on whitch honor? An itch, people whatever the chief or the asided, when people are not there for each other. A group a commission to error.

To love you like the first day, in addition with all others, as you are my disc-ovary.

The woman to whom I owe my truly fighting for. What for else, the little one that remember of every gests, what else for? The element that tells me, go on, my son, go on, daughty, go on downty, nature is god, and in the immensity for you your female, through whom verity, find it. For goodness sake, cannot you see the definitive intuition for happy?

Womb verity.

Ity=space ver=towards

Deficient? Definition are barbary. Am I normal. Am I yours, am I the vector for it to explore?

Exploit? Ex plot? I fear modernity, obsolescence like a house in countryside that you d like to sell, but no one is wanting it, no more jobs around, and your money, your security, in the belly of possession.

And the risk of living frisk freak as here the most are indebted mainly. I could become that for you, a chain? A cannon ball.

Would I become this for you, that I could try to make it up, folding in tort, in more than two, but my care would become repugnant as there is nothing like taking one’s bag and say life is the space I need as much as the space needs my move. I d like to follow, but why? What would you do? And perhaps less secure or less adventurous would be my following you.

Here come the babies sealing the pact, the impact, growing, your love in fact.

Give me your problems, give me your concerns, everything you want me to be as secretive as vindictive, you choice, my life is yours, take me as your baby, I am a grown up too.

And if we don’t have for human beings, the ideas are what lead the cattle, gaggle, and as for the fleshy, every one that I has lost their family because of treat(R)ise, everybody my love.

I was thinking for you to leave me alone, you and your disabilities with expressing your sentiment, words are facile, factile, I don’t want a big room, I’ll do cleaning, but your too busy and me too slow. What about a room with paravent, like a maze, where we would not have to see each other all the time and a hide space where the mess could rest unnoticed.

Do you in real listen to music, but when bash (Bach) needs to tell you that soul will go forward than precedent?

As far as the other sources of information as long as we could be near a silent library, or if I could at the same time, in the pleasure of gain it is the suzerain, to look after your body, namely cuddles? No too girly baby, mechanics.

Mechanics.

Mecca. A propos could you be politically correct a little bit, your site, prof, militantism is

Not private. And the coco (o.c, ok, aussi ) as a party are as pick assiette, thieves of plates.

Show them you are the prof, I know you are consensual, consulat, show them you are the proof, I can hear you nina, show them you fight for love and true equality, meaning not the one that want the luxury from previous abuse, abuts. On them how many left that would follow you, the one here for being the chief? The one who wants talking? The ones for tyranny? The ones for clemence? The ones for fundamentalism? The ones for its wages? How come it is political only, how come it is not helping but in word abuse of poverty?

A new way of living. The will would be there, the kibust would prove their welcome, bust (sub) your favourite party, I am jealous of women that could bring you down for me pretexting weakness, pretexting ignorance. Don’t let them play lesbi, I am your sole romance. Or smile the day if there is one, you convey me in bed, we will sort out how, where and wet and when and wed.

Ceremony of the dead people, how many burials had been used for the living?

Crematorium is based on crème.

We could be happy if really outcast, but capitalism says no, you will be left-overs, between the litter tips or the sexual factories of the employers.

It is what have been forgotten in the larger equation, we menace each other, we praise each other, but who shall give the bill for our accounts?

Shall, shoal (deluge and the poisons).

Shoa.

You know what is rich in poverty, is that you can see people putting you aside when they would have done the contrary, were you financially easy.

They as want to kill me, but when talking about it they use romantic world “your girl, her name, her profession, her philosophy, everything that might be soft and humane”. The romantic who started to know about the prospective on the certitude about the map hading (conjugayson) an end, and game.

Having-hading-hiding.

The king was only elected to conduct the wars asked by their people.

And if not, they would have vanished, hence their being said to be divinely appointed, the ill of the people to profit from killing.

The soil social ladder.

When you help someone, this someone will have to refuse a true help towards emancipation, as if they emancipate, what would become the ones that keep you under?

I will have to refuse your help in refusing you altogether, if not he could loose all others’ bribes on cooperation, that is? That is? Thast is? Occupation.

Social, c is a weapon and soc = in latin, the nobility in the sense the exploitive ive, eve, but eve dear women was the symbol of a saint woman in literature, it is why it sounds like breathe.

When women, the girly (and job previously haul hurl in vengeance of having no finish balding bad line adolescence transmit through the words cleansing, the genocide instance, the power they got into raising anger in each of their worms or should we said bird of preyed) exploit, ugliness hidden in their organs, not the ones that fuck, the one that costs (soc).

And hurl their baby. (byba the loolie, be my lady, delay and postpone reason maturity in their brood, the victimisation, to be the favourite among the world of fabricated (family like) promiscuity.

Insomnia? Incestuous and beaten up for free. Women could not say, their tongue are for money, like the pork monkey that they tag beasty.

Uncivilized in homes.

The men of those? The prostitutes.

The prostitutes granted with mummy support. What delicious and strange way of leading humanity in l’eve.

Promotion the way one is upwardly moved before knowing what is expected of them or at least contrarily to the parents, what rewards in life the boom rang.

So, after the above, tonight, is no? Maybe we do it for you as well? Yes, but you are disgusted. Of me saying women, instead of you are the myrrh. Of the whim-in.

And about the preservation of my feminity, fame.

Look you take that as a proof If I die could you please take my documents and put that on the web??

Please I don’t ask I beg.

I don’t think I will have a widow if I would have a few mourners, but none of whom that are technical, mother don’t want to hear, my monk, hate the people, and you? If you do not I would come back to haunt it, if I cannot reincarnate into the one sliding the ring.

The plus value of communism?

The fact that Marxism is one of the 4 or 5 stronger post modern findings.

The plus valu of communism would be intelligent equality, that is renumeration in accordance with density and time of work, exchangeable against such product, and with security provided on the basis of perpetual and sustainable peace, admitting the possibility of not socialising if you don’t want, and staying in a way of possible protection, and of production not harming nothing.

As long as privacy, sorry but children them has to be ready, to learn and teach what is spiritually new for them and the all-bred. Children as well as production. And in what concern abuse in domestically, the dom, the house, would be community.

Now what about abuses, hiding inside the community even if the laws were not feeble?

Fixed match, set up, connery.

By now every one has abandoned. Perhaps should we need a line on reproduction right now, as with scarcity, every one knows that in the plentiful one does not interact with human wisdom, era of depletion on earth will strike with lunacy, but not the one you sent at hospital, the one your boss will be told to use and to dye it, or be slain like a salad as slanted as the rim.

post modern or post intellectualism?

Intellectualism was to fight for idea, but what can we do to fight with?

But idea in terms of creative (its weaker, colorless word opposite, not even other side, but aside (as creation when consequencing in destruction is not a creation, more a stir-up of flings,) “destructive”.

A columb on her sex.

Between the sex and the navel.

Simply philosographically promoting peace, between infant, and her husky, its Microsoft, it is not me, but me that tried to imagine what you would ahave done with a tattoo. Tribes of the concept for you, what about sociolizing, for you it is point of view liaising.

Business it is about skills at systems undone and loopholed and unachieved and empty of short cuts to multiply in hand short comings.

What about our idea? I doubt, I doubted on life, for years I was in affective position of wanting to die to finally like a truly demented vampire revived to punish the humans that ate up in common cruelty.

But the humans are not common they are just obliged to group via necessity, by who would they be eaten if they let their brain tell them about different orgueil, vanity, being of vanity or reasoning and balancing with tremendous difficulty?

Nc
~ y

YOUR eyes brown are from zeus’.

What around and about ooooooooooooooooooom your soul, with whom did you feel having the closer form a sort of spiritual pact?

Me I follow primarily the roar of the thunderz. I am no t saying he is everything, in their mythology there is the titans, etc. But in my perception of things he has the last word, the very few time I can hear it.

But in fact I beg him to bring a confirmation that he does and permit me to ascert and hold it stronger.

He delivered me from her. So now I am not a ‘divorcee, having never consumed marriage more than my half and not totally, (she deign having it once, twice she slaid me, but these two ones were not making love, it was trying to arrange it). I have to be careful at not slaying her, in a position up right our way of seeing the world held, help me into being faithful to what I have to write about my kinda philosophy.

She was honest carole, she was extremely courageous, like you, she made me out of a psychological mayhem, without ther I won’t probably speak to you, no this last phrase is that when I unconscioulsly realized that I was the cuckoo, I think that the honor crime, suicide transformed into.

She saved me from my crime. And after that and her teaching about mentalities and perception I manage to want, to resist it very successful. She healed me. She cured me.

She was honest and I am out because even if I did not wnat to believe in it, as her philosophy was entertainily liberating, I had to fight for the money, and only for the money (the comfortable level, not the luxury, but for the money) I thought she was teasing.

So now I know why I am out, the library in Africa was what she said but too discretely a dream for the guilty-tripping.

Family an illusion, which one is solidary and equalitary? None.

They produce the kings, the abbots and the nuns, the servants in a system completely broken and afloat, saying be profittering, they will notice nothing, as we are slightly intelligent.

On how words manipulation plays on perception, is when someone says that you are right.

Will the moment you step out of the room explained to their children that they said that to tromp their enemy? The codes of the language could change our reaction at our perception story. Manipulation of this kind render you finish, doubting everything, and even love gesture may reinforce hatred, as a yes could be the worst of the assassination. Who holds still in human behaviour to predict the odds?

And as far as being doers, doing bury us little by little, and what we do no one might do, to prevent tyranny we instated anarchy, but not anarchy, anarchy, liberal anarchy, that is one is protected for the business only. After that try to ask if the rules are humane, in simple phrasing not converging for the extinct of the flourishing of our members species among species, and you are the dead boss. Sob.

Authority matters: there are different types of authority, the one one will respond at once and the one that you don’t notice or the one your respond negatively to, but that for the remonstrance, or the impact on vaster comprehension will last between strong, long or for ever.

So long, Marianne.

The difference between a human loving human and a dmon sloving human is that the demon like them as its eggs when the human like them as its semblable, seemable.

It was a joke and of course, I write it.

Je t aime.

Je t ai aime.

Jettez, aim.

Logics.

Gloss,

Logics is the devil coming take its toll, look at what we ve done

Look I have to read again, and each time it takes me days for jsut noticing that what sounded good at first…obsolescence of my work and skills and style, what horrors of lost investment, or not being able to search return, no market, no network, no permission, no tools for action. Cre(ed)action.

But all the same I d like to say that that is written your fruit.

Does your mum do the garden, it is like a prof of latin knowing all names of the plants, when you try and do grafting?

I feel like a land that has been given to the mistress of what make me flowering.

Your voice went mature when addressing a request that I did not think possible, pod.

Why are you so tranquil and intrepid? Are you already, sir?

Don’t you think dangerous to convey incertitude, who are you? My life on this bet, you are the queen of deset desert that I loved so much as for personal love it was promising.

I tried the communal but there haggling is not on fair and trade, entraid, is facultatory, optional and not advisable but when off tactics and strategy.

Aid, raid.

I was talking about you, I have to talk a little to my family. You know they are older person and even if it had not been always easy, I owe them my life and by the way a large part of my early philosophies.

And you know I have to do that discreetly, when you are spurned you cannot go and fanfare victory.

But whatever, you are my sun, so one has to describe the rays his inn (he’s (eases) in).

And I was trying to say how….you were, after searching how extraordinary you were following by an adjective, thinking intelligent, performing, reassuring, (and in fact I don’t want to say the other for fear of catholizing [catalogueazing]) , my old aunty suggested.

-“She is really, really, very, very, very,…”

-“very good ?”

-“yes, is that”

It is when my eyes go dropping from the strength spending in thousand years light of searching.

It is not to write what I don’t believe in, but am I at the level of what provides sudden flashing enlightening?

Philosophies.

Φ, like two females in pregnancy.

Π the pi at infinity. Fees.

Infant. Inf-in.

N (they are no more code, I think of you infinitely………………i mean of you with you, of you indefinitely since I ve heard of the word happy.

Between the 8, 9, 7, 6, 5, 3, 2, 1, 4, 0, and their com-bi-nation don’t know what to do, and how.

‘she says she is the one, and she scarces me with my son’

m.jackson.

-“You should not be homo.”

-“You should not be called religious and servant of love and humility.”

The “demonization” problem is in fact misunderstood as if people start saying that other people are demons to kill is because they believe themselves to be demons de, moons too,

moan too.

It is as simple and short as this.

Why don’t things go better.

Because of us treating things badly and amongst we are all salves slaves.

He wanted the divorce, giving me death by exhumation. He had all my hopes and kept them for ages and times pass by, all my lifes went still, had all my hopes that he knew he WAS going to drop.

In a new power.

Ina n-we power.

In an-ewe power

An in ewe power.

Before meeting you I had to make my mind, to love again to fight, absolutely, to face relative welcoming immensity, inviting me to join another world, my ex, was for me the incarnation of the initiation at spirituality, and after her abandon, if she took me any, I thought that my difidelity was the sine qua non at my empowerment for strengthening my quest of the grail, grace indeed.

And the day I met you, or the day I was thinking of your grades and know that I was about to meet you, my general, (=Jane eyre) I thought you were or married or viper (pervi).

I did not want to shake for you. Shake, cash. Kasher. Cachet ire. Cachetiere (hiding person, type of personality or endeaviour. Cashier.

To have refused to look at you this day, where I could build or ruin my empire. Vamp pire. V-empire.

It is tough for a macho to noticeably realize that his wife holds the steerwheel.

Fuck you woman.

I thought I was lucky, one wirting about pornography, but in fact an in-tell-ectual (actual) sieve from the libraries because in dec 2007, in one of her lectures she mentioned it.

And writing by telepathy, do you think that it could do with prophecy (professy) especially?

Profession. Fesses = butt, pornography

Around = faeces.

On of the sign supporting the fact that I am truly, durably in love, it is that at the simple idea of making love to you, it makes me die before touching.

Die-key.

Well, I may have to want considering stop apeak, speaking about it, see concealing, before being punished and go into counselling, consoling (the psycho not paid for the healing but make their customers believe that they are as fine as the fiddel) instead of your prometheeing fire. Evil.

Fire, erif, Eurydice.

Let’s forget, though the diams and the gold, hour of the time, ore through geological rides, give? Not give, no, no, brought to live (the ones humans abuses-when one thinks that humans benign begin begging wants theirselves to represent life) the mineryal jewels.

Mine-eury-dice. More than a bet, less than divine. But without her dampen damned.

You are the more vicious of all the mystery that was about how people can become rich.

You were a ‘councelor’ to industry to which you were provided the most racist, mysogyn, the most unproductive, the ost lethal, the most puritan in not revealing their indecency. They provide you with all the money to say to the people look we have it all. All and your eyes an yes>

I wont go on to try pitoyably to show you that it is not melancholy, you are my first serious, me before i was warning rather bluntly, even if after that i could meow and mow but inconvincingly, i want fast and travel, i want breaches on chains. Don’t think you are my tasty, up to my tongue love was. is my desertee.

I will do short, but I loved a woman for 15 years, she knew, 3 years after the first 3 years, she managed to meet a woman to whom I wrote a love letter, speaking about the latter but mostly about the former, that is it was fantomatic I wrote this letter thinking of the former and not knowing that they were about to know each other-though I really like the latter, but nothing near corresponding, impossible this woman for me really did.

I phoned her after years of her abandon, she was married, quit after the pregnancy, announcing me that the situation was too violent, anyhow I had the age of a baby. I quit school following that, I was a zero stricker anyhow, I never had the bac a laureate I had to pass a equivalent 4 years after.

I quit school in order to get money and to go and work in Africa like she wanted it to be.

I d never go beyond paris for reasons to explain, the past 14 years it would take me.

I wanted you to know that this female, married, remarried, I don’t even know no more, I am such an imbecile, and even not it is spriritual, she did not love any of us, the brood and forbearers exempted.

I knew, I knew a lot of her, not a lot in fact but some of her intimatest secret.

She knew about the latter letter, and she did of it the most reproachful of her discarding.

Now maybe it was natural for someone that has to be preoccupied for her reputation. She was teaching.

I thought she was hiding, you know with the smally on top, a husby who tracked me for being her best friend, a caressing only, just times enough to cross the boundary.

But now the smally is 15, and she never returned.

I tell you that to give an appreciation onto what might cause of dependence and inconsistency in a fucking shortening life, reputation and jealousy.

In fact I think she rsemlbed my dad. Liking sex for its cruelty. Curee (=priest and cull/ cul = ass), crue (=raw-row-war) war raw death, instantaneous, without reasons, without the body to do something of productive causing exhaustion of the body, the devil being able to pick like pickles some flesh. No thing like life in, with fine, just raw, just a gushing raffled, riffle, raffles. And life on its trifles.

N eri

Theirselves.

versets

My life will have a currency, the moment i thought of you, happy.]

And though thinking that we leave aside this misery.

What do you think of this ? the worst of the party. Infinity in contemplation. Limited in truth and action. We sold our soul, honey. How could deserve being and staying your husby ? live, les miserables. Pitoyable, ma amenable to worse and worse debauchery. Even love is a pit with lotery and insanity grotesque, i dote on you like froniting a fresque of the most beautiful paradise whose i will be loosing the entry.

Offer, off faire.

Euredyce, my past, but she does not follow me, she is with me, it is why it is forbidden to lose time and faith in wanting to de-pert de-part-hour. Departour.

Maybe she kept on saying demons, maybe it was the easy way as she spoke about others and not herself, but she did speak about what people are trying to hide in the irresponsible easy in saying we don;t need internal voices, in our world it is so spoteless that why to have recalling, weight memory/moral exercice and thinking over.

That we don’t need, that we don’t do, that we are the kingdom of the cuckoo, because it is not to be thought that other natural forces would be there interacting the human peeing in letting it looting and more than despising their own species (in fact it is left from an human centred view, as for the majority larger comprehension has to become mainly from the due respect you own to the ones resembling you most in order to be compact enough to meet and exchange other realities) but to allow themselves to be inspired (as well as completely directly dependent-as dependency is a constant, but in our relation with the earthily nature…, poor fool) I don’t want even imagine if human had to enter relationship with a force more remote, look at what we ve done to mother, they would think we can loot, but wait a minute, whata bout the prayer for god, what about the holy strength, the one with who we are with the world, they are our subconscioius, without them we are the dying people. They would think they can loot, till we d be felt and the logics of destruction, of well-pushed ignorance, the last of our deed. .

Ignorance from ‘to ignore.’

The demon of midnight.

Is the one that one is expecting the less, the other flip, the repercussions of the daylight job onto (on ot, (h)ot) the territory where humans cannot do dodgy controversies.

She is my master, I am hers.

Tt is nullify by common absolute respect.

Absolu further more than without her shadow, I could not leave earth without being damned into searching dementia. Denounciation is for the one in live you will have to quit, would she be an assassin I would have to prevent, would she run I would have to follow, would she be assassinated, by illness or others’ anger, I should tend her, her body, her corpse, or the woman that does not appear to resemble the past, like my baby, the one by whom you are survived, outlived, your gift to humanity.

You are a spo.use. OP in use.

Φ, ({q}OP), hope symbol, Greco letter for philosopgee.

Ok, the nomadic are a bit loaded today,

But what do you want about it.

It is the weight of poetry.

In guise of chapters.

I use holograms.

One cannot prevent him from loving their sons and daughters, and it is divine like that.

But the problem is that they don’t like or love the others no more, they are so afraid of th e porsitution, they are all c()hhores and want to be in control to give the impression that they are the bosses in stay inst(head) of being the servants.

your are my blance. La blance balance blanche.

Any nous.

Aninn al.

Anon

The west is culprit but what about the ones who left that happen to theri people and family?

The same old story, telling tales pretending to be the savior or the avenger of a people one likes for one single devilish feat: money and good for the lazy and the disrespectuous of others’ labour (including nature’s production that is supported by all the processed thought of all being from the whole creation.

The problem with the white is that I don’t take into account problem generated or simply limitation, it needs the black as much as the black needs the white, as what about life if without sundry.

Marocoo king homo

Bless you yur courageousity.

On scripture and cabal, all messages are not instantaneously understood, logically by the way are they warn of a future not right away present.

The receiver or the heralder of the messages tend to transform it in order not to appear as not mastering the language or the reasons, or the probability.

It is why I think lots of messages takes form as the pity, pithy.

Or on purpose to signify to the mind that they are at plays or because the messages were exact but transform by hand in fear of being taxed with insanity.

We might have a functional-restricted to a single point of “view?” intelligence, emotion, mind, soul or whatever, but not any case, we are superior.

The parents leading their children to be pest, as they have the servants work like not work but counter productivity of leaving someone spoiling your energy, intelleigence and time.

Satiric, and my olymph.

What if I was content, 100% fulfil, with being able of writing? I would not long, log, for the time when I can see you, hold you, speak to you, make you dinner, make you healthy recommendations, make you love, have you come. And again, don’t… (here I am 10 miles away) you woO.u.ld not dare letting me disemancipated.

Manc, monk, manqué (=lack)call. SIP, as vanished. Pissed without comment.

Would the time be still for infinity? Or is my talking to you, in my mind, stirring something in your mind –dnim. Dim, minimum. To think it is not render me orphean, cut in two, to think I communicate as the trace of my having to search for more than you, more than me, the trail of our destiney. Destiny, destitute, constitute.

People pretending to look for a prophet. A prophet for killers? They look for the failure of their false aspiration at becoming better, they look for a culprit. People go fast and vite.

It is id iot

They are not pain that are coming in, they are coming out.

Pain. In, ap, happer (=eating, disintegrating), ni=no, denial.

On pain value, pain is treatable through life behavior. Beheeve. Warrior. Behee, like the goat, hee like the horse, for the troops of moutons.

It is why they are sacrifices, we human weeing and pooing (sorry I use becket) and dying, that want to mock their, his own behaviour, to go and do the same, like in and constantly empetrated indeed in our lobotomy. In life we say yes, and one is taken and asked to do its best to root discreetly.

That is sacrifice and the animal taking the token on how we are tribal, and more than dubious it is not primitivity, it is its abusive way of killing herself, and the brood of which she is fed up and about which sorry.

When one is forced into a marriage without love one loses it s sympathy, the aim of finding and perfecting oneself for the one we are seeking, waiting…

Paradise. Par, pour, por, for add sth to its and is.

And so it be.

Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn

Your mama gave you a gift beyond imagination.

Well you will admittedly recognised that 9 as with the C block letter when manuscript, they are the same shape, mirrored for the 9-of reincarnation, than the phy lower case letter. I have got this lower case letter tattooed since I am 21, between my navel and plexus. I explain because you cannot see, and would have been as athletic than some others I could have pretended do an anatomic show out of my abs, but let’s be honest the completude in matter of epicurean education did not strike that far. Though it stroke. If you want I could try to show you in the dark, I haven’t inherited-inherent, from my mummy’ sensitivity or here sensibility are the same, in how to look after one’s ship, the body (sheep sank, I think there a biblic story on this, panurge.

To depend of the ‘society of states’ commands on appreciation instead of depending from morale equality, and not talking about morale usually portrayed by religion and lobby protecting the so called interest of sectarianist groups while ruining the right to happiness and fulfilment (and duties, meaning that it is not something someone has to provide to someone else, but something that everyone has to make sure that there is every opportunities and capabilities and protection of the resources’availibility and perpetual profusion) for life at its highest freedom and respect of others (without racial, ethnic…and even sexual orientation discrimination to applied.)

Freedom, free domaine cannot be thought without respect of, and from others.

I use to go in this shop where they had so definitely food for cheap and very good.

But when I notice that these people would like to see me killed because I am an homosexual, that I could find myself in a situation where I bring back food at home for my wife that they would like to sell as a prostitute or I don’t know even other cruelty and torture applied to someone who would have just chosen the one they want to be with –and do the things that we both wanted to do together-

When I realize that they treat each other as servants the rest of the day, that a word in your mouth is not welcome but to socialize towards business, the same in other businesses, of course but at least in some other businesses I am regarded as being another human, no more or less differently treated. But we will treat you different if…if what? If they cannot sell my soul alongside theirs. Thiefs of dignity, not of the one they profit from because one is completely depending on them for their survival, thiefs of the dignity one has to make sure can thrive in others, in others’ situation and in oneself.

As for going in this shop where the beans from my grand-da where, I won’t do it again, even if it is difficult to find them nowhere else, as my greand da would not have me treat as a inferior ranked human beings. As all people had to fight and die for liberty, do that to my grand-forebearers would be trahison. To let my rights of being just another creature, hoping for all to be and live in good conditions.

Ok a few hours for calming down, and my grand pas would have told me but you know every one was treated this way, don’t forget that it is together, only together is possible, to go out of tyranny, as at worse in each place there is the victims of the slavery. Each place where there is one abuse, it is the sign of god, its proof of the institutions being pervadingly looted by holoopholes.

Don’t see yourself as a victims. Victory on times. As a problem is everyone else’s problem, or shortage of views. View, we iv, heave. Or vie ewe.

And of ocurse this argument would be working in other curumstances but to do what to go to a big shop, on which there is no name, no one to ask nothing about the way they treat their employees, and providers, and the citizens that they pollute and treat like market, target.

It is not conceivable that no one whishes to work of their lives for wasting prostitutions, so what’s the problem then, beyond the fact of posing the question?

It is because the society as a whole being a prison, one tries to preserve the space for themselves to have, and for that they chase all others by tricks and farce, and finishing by the true real torture and bias, when complete confusion.

The fire between tow person, as a common desire, energies in fusion.

Git, jaillir,

She was pretending that she was believing in others’ stupidity. And hte others were calming themselves, thinking I am not stupid, her limited.

But in fact she was none more stupid than the others, so?

To react energetically, in proving mental or psychological strength, so was I here to provide entertainement about the way my body could answer, or answer by letting it to its original freedom, not letting myself to be abuse by someone playing being a dom in the sense of convinced that her abuses were justified.

This people would like me to imagine that I d not rather die for my marriage, and the love of my life than to live with them, bourreaux.

To say to someone don’t be homo, that is renounce loving is the proof on how people think societal, familial and finally or from the beginning, conjugal relationship as being sado-masochists.

People from other countries originally profiting from the people coming from the same countries but as immigrants not as residents to endoctine them as servant, using communities as a leviathan, a power inside the power, bribing everybody, as using systems twice, imbricated and doubling the errors and jailification consequences of or uncontrolled malversations or the fear of control as when it is done through true ignorance – but one has to start somewhere to stop abuses-, but in reality through ill-intentioned or people or system, that feed one another anyhow.

In what hell are we? Is it possible for someone to answer in another fashion that to say ‘that this kind of questions are bothering or unproductive, as production is more than a bother its mainly a finishing story with for all morals, the failed humanity.

It was funny to con state that what a lover, a true lover does not want only love, thoughts, flat, air, food, chores, time, plan (i want nothing from you that I am not able to provide for myself, that is clear as long as I am not crippled by whatever others’ wars, or that I am not deprived by the action of the shadow of providing, the looters…nothing to do with love, just an economic allusion, talking about marriage not business and farming as entertainment, )

It is funny to constatizing that I want from you teh same than yur enemies do.

But all of this, I want you r life.

So what do you think, how do you think is important the concept of happiness?

As your happiness is the sole way of differencing what love and hatred want from you.

Newton and the apple, could not it be biblical?

The knowledge, the having to obey gravitation, labor, and the fact that without the tree we are dereliction.

In a lecture the ‘whatever, and so on, and she is great, and personal comments, don’t loose your audience, the pseudo political debate on present factions, is not the one interesting, and if there is one above all don’t comment on it, you are it, you are it, you are it, you are it, you are it, you are it you are it, you are it you are it, you are it. You are it so let other people fuel the pseudo debate, this debate is the people surrounding it creation, as far as I am concerned I am yours (creation), or split us before I have to tear myself dead. and ‘the you know’, if yes ok, if no all the best. [don’t hesitate, take a breath instead] are not evocative (formulated, not all in hint and signpost) enough.

Take your time, it is tactically judicious to talk fast but when you do so speech should be as clear as possible and since you are nervous your voice shakes too much. You are understood or at least as much as me, and even if you are not, you give background information anyway, so don’t let your voice shake or don’t make her shake in an attempt at demonstrating your confusion in front of the complex subjects, interests and opinion.

I adore, I mean I am not philistine enough for not feeling pleasure by the way you unveil your strategy, finally understand the path taken is orgasmic, as the building of a sketch from which you stare intently trying to piecccccccccccce and pierce each morsel at turn individually and gathered, like in an aquarelle the last drop of color, an entire scheme, the elements at last in imbrications will reveal…function.

Si c est jamais il faut que vous me le disiez en me conjediant. If you don’t fire me proper I am not gonna have or strength or raison or appetite to go. When I say go it is because I am for you altogether. Am not a donkey making differences between in and out, I have been living for you ever since I saw to what extend could be our intellectual affinities, and am not gonna stop, I don’t think realistically that this is reproducible at all, but at all.

The problem with having hard time with making a difference, and find state of things so disappointing, that one could become self-harming, perhaps suicidal in trying to fight back, while forgetting fighting back one’s own dejection.

Ok, you are warmly invited in not opening your mouth, even if you do manage to convey words with the vibrato of you instrument without in fact having to open it, let’ resume, you are definitely invited not to say anything about dickey.

One it is not something that no one really knows.

Two it is their beast and not at all yours because in three, me, is indeed running to be your horse.

Also if people take an image, oxymoron or vague cliché to qualify your goods, you will make sure of course of not commenting on it, unless you want it to be stolen or broken or corrupted…

In 4, I am yours, so you are commenting on yourself and then, then, then, excuse me but I am gonna accuse you of pros elitism.

It is their toys, leave it.

Moreover, if we do that we will loose completely in one the big picture, in two, that people are actually dying and in prison, in three, that these stories are in fact postponing actions and reflexion on emergency and reel need, and in four, that this center is narcissique or self erotique, so I might be autonomous but on this and me communication I don’t want to let off.

I almost never mind the fleshy part, maybe at one point after 22 something like that, when I did try to be as slim as her. But no, I meet other person for whom I felt happiness with, so their flesh, their body as whole I like.

But your flesh it is not that I am tolerant with, I am in love with any traces of your living body. Your adipeous part make me in shake, check, as having been your dinner, your sweat, your elan, whatever happen in during the day management.

It is not to be intelligent only it is to be involved, prepared. And not only involved, prepared, but involved, prepared intelligently.

Intelligently? Without relache, involve personal, intimate, and self reflexion and preparation, it is why the political, the communal cannot be bastion only, as organisation as a group would miss emancipation as a unit producing the singular exploration necessary to spirituality. And spirituality necessary to a higher scheme, aims,

To vote for the boss as one has to be psychologically operational in order to support inconditionally, therefore unpolitically, or politics of terrorizing and parasitary ‘majority’ in the sense of ruling = major.

And in order to represent, communicate for the ‘boss’ = has to be sucked by the all company = the company itself = no work any longer just affiliation, don’t think fraternity, think smaller unit of exploitation or militarisation as in order not to be crushed by the anlawful outside. It is so bizarre than family are so praised by the political community, leaving to the family the burden of what a political community for, the law harmonizing individuals, all individuals efforts and inspirations. It is so ludicrous, it is so damaging.

A vicious part in the roel of communication, to have to prepare artificially to parias a work that is a apain int hthe intention of proetectiong one’s family. In coping this the oppressors, in boosting its effiygy via the true. Or tru? Or true? ;plove, yes because however we do, it avaoids or craeate sufferance, by diversion,

Your eyes are as blue as the seas or the skies, the air of it transmuted in your thoughts and your collar.

As blue as the lagoon or at the beginning or at the end of this day, tinted with the grey of the stones of the cliffs from which I would throw myself each time your bosom reminded me that I could drop from being your wife and sergeant. Insurgent or policed officer, whatever that would suit you and our demonizationator. The world will have to be perfectly bi and free to all the lovers before everyone to go two by two in the factory of manslaughther. Marriage is what commanded every body and complacent to any institution, so what now the world population has to shrink, and that we will have the honors of be inspired by the old age of people for decades thinking, people live for happiness, let’s them forming couples, but what if I cannot, because their is not my pair –parry-, and because I am as dark as gay, sister.

One does not want to be poor and gay and, and, and, ticking the box of the minorities and be let die, is why so much of vehemence, not a battle, simply a shield, a shelf that cost any attempt at identity.

If not entitled to love and its seeking the world will become this hell where there is only three, for billions of people, because don’t imagine no one is gonna resign from the couple or/and sexual life, companionship story, the way people exult their sensoriality.

Eand yes, they could think but you are so ignorant, we will have believe you that your place and comfort and living is in the prostitution, or not the choice of this private and personal romance. Ignorance is a weapons tw0-sided

They said ‘we are not gays’, like if they were shagging ensemble.

What a charcuterie!

He was saying, “don’t tell me it is something that has to be avoid and redeem (about pollution), don’t talk to me like if I was a child.”

-“not a child, a killer of one.”

She was so accusative, defensive, rejective of them. Of course, they did not want our simple, harmless pursuit of happiness, as much as if this pursuit culd imply emancipation of the people as a whole, and not the people as a nation ready to wage war on other groups, or to take mother nature as a possible daily good rape.

She was so into them, me, I was shocked by what she was saying, but whoever did she communicate with, for me there was only one aroused, her. (a roe said), arouser. Carousel. Carousel.

The logics of someone life holds on their superstition and believes, also when or by events or by reasons or by the coming across with other conceptualisations superstitions or believes come to be contradicted, then the individuals enter into having to review and reassess their pasts experiences and actions, as well as reconsidering the futures. And this if and only if after the upheaval, one is still feeling oneself as being alive or capable of affronting this new reality.

I would think that the key word is here in new reality, because if the new is true, the past was, and is anyhow the scalfolding over which we had to trepass onto other horizons, about which past experiences will be determinant as for evolving from this new situation.

Be alive and stay alive in the respect of lifes’ dealing with circumstances.

I would like to break a wall when you tell me off unjustly.

By calculating my elan, comes all of a sudden the idea and clear perception that the wall is actually, too, thick.

Not me, too.

Actually when you ve got a handkerchief, you can blow out in, instead of sniffing you up to a stroke, a migraine or to damage the capillary in your noise, ear and eyes.

Suppressing people behaviour (mourning, loving, anger…) in order to a taming towards servitude via avoidance of knowing oneself.

One is talking, has to enter into commication with one’s body

Never, nave. And eve of course, off course, the deluge of the river at the crossroad achieve into under which dome? Without you am damned, and without eve adam is black with the sun that he could have taken without this pest always over him.

Burning (=in French, burne, balls)

What about birth, earth, control?

The rib. Crib.

Then without what ar the options, to rush into doing as many as you can and leave other individuals to have and say if I want on I put the planet at risk from being clogged by the ethnic race on prolific rates?

And anyhow if your wanting of children is not pathologic then the aims will be to reassemble the community towards collective upbringing and that everybody attent the next generations, all the generations included the latter.

With please not having to attend as enforced socialisation is viper, but for the child that has to build its potential.

The way psychologists, say that apprentiship are so important at a young age is of course relative to any type of period of apprentiship above all when you do learn the first move related to the body BUT

What about the body history, who would remind what happened, the way it happened, the psychological and mental implication of the secrecy of this history.

One, who is gonna tell you how things happened?

Is it possible to do that exactly?

Whatever it will be conted to you, also not first hand appreciation.

And to finish, the most important is that family are under the seal of secrecy about their own interpersonal relationship, so of what, which nature of struggle, compromise, weight…calculations or lack of it, awareness or whatever rules, attempts, any considerations should have they been considerate, having build our most intense and resurgent feelings?

Resurgent and problem totally controlling as if they are the ones that has been responding, they are the one of which one cannot understand the dynamics, what and whys. They are as controlling as unseasoned, unsupspitionned?

rather to be paid a little to help children this their homework but well I am not councilor or a stake holder, by the way do you know that the libraries, sole remaining place where people from all over the guetthos migh meet, my mate, are gonna be cut by 30 %, up to the next genocide, between no precincts, communitarianism sectarist, and transport fees dropping us to the lowest level of blood in our veins left…

you talk about damnation, me I know that damnation don’t make me afraid, without you would direct agony.

Ok, I ll stop calling you my sirene, and don’t throw me out of my realm.

I fear it stop, ideas does not come like that. Before it was inspiration I think, when you represent someone and the emotion the ental state it brings, ok you can converse and answer to some of their enigma, but that’s it. What about someone who told you exactly what to write, because they know you, because you are at the research of the same cuppa of no tea, but asperity.

Nn (1er n = ecrit par toi; 2em n = chapter PN: pea hen, very british this bird of Arabic bordello)

I am so thankful for women that did not blow onto my flams, as if it was for them. As my gaz, the breathing that csuases my body to burn onto the air and then the skies, was for you. Then while waiting, it means that my will was not in pain, but was melancholy. I needed that for it to represent a land, that was the premises of the revolution feminine, giving me feminity, as this time my inner, nor my love or my aggressivity, nor the way one gives and the way it has to protect the garden of its virginities and purities, would be reproach, would be a burden or to you or to me.

looloollllllllllllll

You are far too soft, yes, as if, but if I manage still, near-died, to adore someone it is you only.

They chant your name and I succumb as to hear it me comble, as far as I can hear the jeer thereafters and you know what, don’t think when if I could throat them in any, at any seconds, just to hear your name render me happy, render me hopeful, full of it, meaning that I won’t be dying without having the taste of an end of extase. I had before the view on possible harmony, but acquiescence was my hobby. Hobby that forgot me. Hobby husby when you are mine, my happiness is folly, it is unreal, it is so dangerous, the others that would think?? vomit perhaps, wank most probably, but think, I am not gonna insult the rats, tar, tarre, errat, erradic,

Terra rapture, rature = squibble.

You would be extatic to understand that I love democracy as much as you do, and overstanding the fact that I would do every of my gesture with her under the arms, should there nothing to do, she would be the book I would study gravely. But if I love democracy, if my passion and interest are reading, writing and this society, if my flesh is animal and my spirit let’s hope can still be bestial, unless I ll become all but chemical, mind we work all for the same greater forces, not from them to be greater, but for them to have us as jail as much as we are under their gard and warden, of not having practise sane and holy obedience to logics and exploration. We want it all, we ve got nothing but a wreck looted, but never thing looted by itself as in logic if someone is the thief, the one disposed, the victims is the one that will have to take the substance of live from its perpetrators’perfidy.

Why being a wise, or practise wisdom, certainly not for your charisma or your dogma, as the others, the one that want to exploit the story in adding their songs

It is good to say ‘nogod, no master’ as for humility to say that one’s own master his god would imply that we are god at our turn. As for to have this wisdom, courage, overall intelligence

I had to, had, dah.

I d look after you as up to your the tip of your nail, passing by the massage of every parcel of your cranial box and bud. Carnal as I would have to take care of my flesh, sorry it is my flesh, as no one till I am still alive, would do that for you. So if you can’t take the fact that if you were dissimulating or being obvious with your eventual or actual other appetite. You would kill me little by little in showing what it could be, and you would put me into hatred of everything would you be concealing it from me. Tell me when you have the hots, that I can meditate and try and offer you what is in me missing, but if cannot make it up to you, I beg you abandon me, before I step down over a brigde that is not existent. Existential puporses is the essence of our passion, without the mission we are nothing, but what is the mission now I have got a sun for me? It is the last mission, perpetual truth and pope democracy, though we will find ourselves in catheshism served by people dodging all duties, and transforming the ones of others into sacerdoce. I have been a nun for so much time, I ll tell you one thing, the mission had my time, my brain, my envie, but my wifey, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no also, what I don’t have a wife? If you want to go on with yours you better respect mine, because me it is out of question I ll let myself into constriction. As far as you tap your finger violently on this table, thus practising self-harm, take my word I ll nothing but calm down your impetuosity. What run towards revolution? And kill somebody in the eargerness of taking their place? You talk about genocide, look at the one of the Vendee, the revolution simple believers, brave thinkers, young children, loving mothers slay. And I disgusted my self praising these victims, as there would be not revolution whatsoever as far as people deemed themselves into ‘deserving pseudo peace or terror’.

Cb c = me; b = initially blog that I destined to war denounciation, the older text do not have code but a general selection, problem with selection when I reread…what a bother, a luck you don’t distrust or be completely repelled, a luck, a strike, so when the ‘inspiration = coming in, so what about when the soul to wich you speak is already on top of your agenda and skills?

I conceive my life as being in duties of search, read as much as I can, as much as my eyes and ears can take. If I bring nothing new with my understanding, I always could do compilation of what I deem the most alarming. Edition is my relief, even when thinking of you, you see what ever happen I could still be useful this way, not totally good for the intensive care at the cemetery. As for now, as up to you, it is the dead people that do. It is not a complaint, this society is a pain for people who gave life, for people and every body, every body, implies every one, every creature, every object, every thought, and your concepts, oui, oui.

We are not master of the world.

But you are my master, and you are my world.

Die, key.

In, die.

On suzerain poetry. Homo? Deny nature, and it will that the culture of dat, death, for whom alive.

Ncb

Galvanize.

Gaol, gale, van (French vent, wind)

Jail, vanishing.

Cnb

My mum says to me every insilt insult she can find, when I start talking about daddy. Family refinery.

Bisexuality is very dangerous as people cannot hide any longer in pretensing they fight their sexual impulse.

When for example you realize that people are not nice but just are short of providing you with the same respect and integrality athat to another genre or sex they would do. The purity is not gone, as much as purity is as each life would wish this exchange, we are not talking about polygamy, she is one in my head, and my possible erring as a warrantee, as if I go on erecting on other party, my death I have at each other glance. Warrance. As one takes the life over, to god and its successor when you find and call, beg just by attending ti. Titi, petit, smaller, our heirloom, we can although make love to tothers differently, as being our child apology. As child just the image of parental duties, the inescapable, the inalienable, the untimable, the untameable, the unshortable, the unpostponable, the unstoppable, the unredeemable, if not taken on board and seriously.

The incalculable.

Would the fact that the press and info bring to us all the misery, a desensibilization? We don’t mind no more.

Yes because, we are told thinking that people of big standing are elected for not serving more than their interests and though the population are supposed to way wait (wet, I agree) for ten people, (10 soldiers, 10 singers, 10 anchormen, 10 intellectuals, 10 spirituals, to arrange a boat on which two are elect??

Hypocrisical behaviourist policy and on social lader as a psychological process of inter destruction.

Additional question, if we ask the majority animal, whom of which will be the species they would put on the plague?

Ncb

‘articulate dissent’

As a self-derision, deflection.

On dissent, reflection, no action, but subordination to vampirism, how can we agree, on what, unless convexation, not conversation. depti.

Conversation. Verse salvation. Do not take it bad on homo, dirty you band of pedo, that would like their child their own bearers of the grade of the accommodation of which results

Vers (towards = via) alva

Sexual.

Deux. Dieux. (tow, toe, woo, two, took, god)

My problem in looking after you as if you were my infant, as you will have to be, is that I ll do it, as my dear duty, but as we would come closer you will more than know but feel intrasecantly how much I am a bore. Meaning that flesh even when we look for are danger, in danger or commuting, in danger of over or under responding, receptioning… what if I was caring for you to fell less well, as we are falling, why should we overstand it as a fail, live is going on as its natura.

In fact when you adjectivize, in ‘al’ it is the cue of the future tense in ‘a’ that it contains (in French, your former linguistics rulers).

To give everything by principles and what is left is the love to be taken, but love is never or in offer or in a position, that renders its proprietary weaker wearer.

On jane eyre, Rochester who had at this period to gratify the arts, but did not notice that ungraceful courtesy would pain the one in the dungeon, as being the one knowing were, where goes all hypocrisy. All hypocrisy, so why am I so? From not knowing the ones I should be servicing, the others are no one else (my fellow creatures, my fellow animals, my fellows creators, my fellow followers) that the one in need.

I find that I need my fairy, but is she to me? It engages responsibilities. Which god will (I) have to pray? Thunders are their groans, she is mine but her existence the one of the life of whom I the servant. Navre. Navre in French means or meant, I don’t know who is, ‘sorry’, could we still speak about much empathy as being species or an individual buying our postponation in time, no delay, it’s now. People like in ancient times when we were, period of lull, not thinking, are looking for the bomb. But modernity forget how hard the ancients have found that the bomb is the chief, not the salvation, not the ones that will take any of lies and false contribution (tribe).

Trive, tribe, rib. The rib of man, as man is from the womb. From dust and the stars always been as destination as pushing forward.

Communication, communication with the nini the youman, but what about ideas, it is more difficult as where ideas are, in which space, and are we protect by ideas, the sould is , the body is, but are other bodies taken into equation. The equation of a world having a list of the comprehensive, comprehensible in the way of knowing what is upthere to attend, and what about the future, a group of debutant, a group of beginners, but dead already dead players if they don’t respect in intergrality all of the other. Observe the singular unless you want to be taken as a mash to spit from being unsavoury hatred, neglect and rush to auto destruction. On self pride or no pride at defending people. El pope.

This pretense at having to react at the emergency each time, no prevention, just letting thing as bad. We will hit the rock. We will hit the rock. We will hit the rock. We will eat the rock.

Selection.

Sole, seal citation. Session. Secession. Recession, succession.

Fear instinct in the way it has to be transform in warning, if you threat me I ll have to act or die your enemy.

It is strange happening the traumatism. Something went very wrong and it is after years and years that one perceived at last better what might have been happening. Horrors of this species of big shit, facile.

Don’t forget the personal duties as well, the time one has to have to explore as much as he wants and is prepared to do, and prepaid by the society in the sense that one wil be able to do it safely, as safely as free, without barriers of others preconception of things that they are under, but not a little under, completely unawares of, as long as they are not in actually worst, a deranged denial.

The problem.

You were reproaching to me not to see you r intelligence, but cannot you considerate that what I am not saying is a lack of it and experience of it?

Taken differently are intelligence not taken for granted in any of us?

And in the case we did not find each other, as it will be, as if we were, it would be this time beyond revolutionary, cannot we for a second don’t mind about this?

Is it simply with data we reach?

You are fearful. But it is the whole problem with human rights

When I think of being able to think my head against one of your hips corners, my hand forbidding me to go further and preventing you from the phobia of having to deal with some sort of animality. I would caress where are, round is my head, and the extase is you, don’t think of putting down my velocity, levity, coming from you, my woman. Does woman not sound crude? Are you afraid of the wampires inside or outside you? Killing, killing absolutely every one, for I fear you more than the less presentable. To quit you is as agonizing that death might be without it reassuring. It is the one who you quit, of course obnegating the fact that you destroy a vampire. But who can destroy a vampire, give him love and I’ ll survive, preach him love, and you will survive, take him love and he will grow, grow, grow into a were wolf, where no one will be able to find its potable. Are my liberator? As another vampire I am sure of your thirsty for the blood that dripped out of our deserved and on purpose melancholy. Drop me, hope, grope me, hope, drug me, hope, do whatever you want, my lesson is this without you, however your state, mental and even more physical, although I am responsible for it

Justice does not have the power of investigations and ask on demand, but the power of understand naught as long as the victims of a wished system is rendered able to take everyone fees and those of the victims to keep them company towards poverty.

My wife, the sphinx. She has the question of which I have the answer in me that needs to go round into verity. My wife, the sphinx, this time is the honey, and it would be liberation live ration would she eat, hate me. Become the trust I have in you, make me believe that my way of sacrifices is not the only one providing with results, those of the vanguard. The vanguard, guardian of the democracy and don’t attempt selling the word, as it is not a work, not a word, it is whole concepts tried and interpreted for centuries and in our heads millenaries and in the process of evolution in each of our cells, connected to infinity, billions, trillions, I told you, they tale you, don’t try to name it.

Interpreted, priest.

Pret = lend or ready.

Pretre.

Tale, tail.

Last week you were wearing exactly the jumper of my granny and the same day I recognise in my face the owl of which she has a total collection, and know I think of it, I really resemble other animal, alongside other mimicking person, but I will up to ask myself if the owl could not be the last in date at being the most powerful of all. Could it become from you? The fact that I wake up at night thinking of you, that I wake up at morning thinking of the same person, you, you, you, oow, oow, oow, boo, boo, boo, I almost another person, ou, ou, ou, bout, bout, bout, vous, vous, vous.

To keep people in celibacy, to keep them as jewel, as the lack of affection, this lack of anchor will naturally lead this person to be enlighten as for looking in all others sign for salvation.

Dead.

Dad.

When you look at pictures, paintures from the antiquities you can see bodies, you can see muscles, fat, and cellulite, you can see body at work. What about today, they are posing.

Their work, the world still boundless in mapping, the world, the planet, the one we have raped and killed thus secrets, make go and hide the mysteries that will now to avenge desperancy into a currency that human sufferance wanted to convert in luxury. The luxury, no, the lust of counting on others people discreet disgust at servicing thiefs and their system, the big thievery.

Re, re, re, will return, them and each time one could not do more than say yes or being the chicken of the supper religiously organised by you. Do you understand? Us. Not USA. US.

Coun tries.

En tires.

Fu ture. Fut=were. Ture, truth??

Cul ture. Cult.

They are.

Te ar.

Hear.

Look you say that people love each other but cannot do it, because I work we are in competition…

But me when I hear saying that you love these freaks. It is freaking me to ahve to share, sharing you, but what do I do without you, kill me, kill everyone who would have not defended you rproperly??

Look how much I am stupid, I could send it to you, I am mesmerized by effleuring. I could write so many sentences that I would regret like hells, why don’t you slay?

It is so funny the pseudo characterization for each gender, or each cultures, or each groups of which classification models will be the intrinsic errors.

It is funny as let# take an example, the boys if they are not said to be nagging, will be able to nag as much as the average woman could not dream doing…

Fun? ny.

I have to hide my infinite for you, I can vaguely only remember what way should take it. Vaguely or not remembrer, it is like if you were lame, lamb, without your limbs, it is like that, for the spiritual suffer.

I did well by not answering the call for murder. What would have been reported?

The first one say I ll kill you.

The second one could have tried something wittier. Maybe alleviating its urge to put this guy into pieces, who smiles at the meeting, and would rape my wife after.

What would have been reported, my answer, like in a theatre of repetition, leaving a bad tac, taste for revulsion, essay at explosion.

For me the better was, this guy last word, preaching for genocide.

I don’t thijk, think, jin, thin, that the story is about opening the Pandora box, the Pandora box can open itself the day she wants, the fire is under the pots. She can as she knows herself and it is certainly not to the will of humans’ sort that she will comply as they ve got a certain idea of what she might contain.

The play could be more to slide inside, someone who do not fear the demons as they know that the demons are the spirit we don’t know, and the true reason of their anger and cruelty, the one that we ignore and exploit. Sliding in this box and…what to say?

She said that she did not mind believe in religion and so on…

She although watned to become a bird perhaps after dying. What is more religion than this, I cannot think of any th-ing.

To play well on a ground, is to have the gourds, the grounds as one’s territory.

You, is beyond my believe in, my knowing, my feeling, my sensing, you is my living.

To say ok one book has been written (plato for example). He is the master, he certainly was, but its work is seen as a completude, the respublic.

Is absolutely magnificiently lazy, incorrect, disowner, dishonestly, whatever we want of unshypathy, usunsympathy of what is meant, sensed to be represented the general and popularized attitude, behaviour and peelosity, peelosophy at work. One do, the other calms, claps, scalps, clamp, qualms, and nothing more than calling an idea, let us in a state of absolutely relative estate of negligence. Absolutely regards to our dying, relatively because the sufferance is gonna be spelling.

To want of your body the good like the bad, to want of your body as much as your spirit, as with the bad I would be sure to oversee the poison in us going out even if only a bit, and suck it into my mouth, sex, noise, pores, and brain, to delect me from vanquishing your disappointment, your suffering, your frivolity, your heaviness, their pettiness this one have no entry, and any drug.

Yes, my wife was my concept favourite, my cave, my everything you can thinlk of reassuring for my ogre of love, evolve. But now I meet her fleshy, my thoughts no more sacrilege. My thoughts no but what about my nearby, vicinity, my incompleteness, shortcomings, strangity, my jealousy…what about my weaknesses? The passion could come from it, my attachement, inconditional, the necessity of probing, proving, guaranteeing, making a pact, take me, take me. Approve me, seal me, an occasion at I. The you my misery, my paradise, all that is inbetween, your power, teh limits, what you would have to bound. Fastemom. Fsastening, preventiong, all what you want to do. Don’t feel it is hard work, one word, on e galance, glance is sufficing from you. But still I cannot say easy since on you upon the way, the itime that is for me the delicious account of your omniscient company. I don’t talk of you as if you were god, you are my wife, you are my God.

Why why why because you are the representant of lifes and the treasures of the mommy. Nothing die, nothing live, always spirits, always philosophy.

You are a god as life has its promises, not the stuff granted, but granged is a path, to find not finite but completude, so much of it that you know that you will find a way, when, where, how, are not anymore the question, you saw it so well, that you will have to pray, pray, pray and life it throught the prayers, and me I have no bias no more, because the only subject, as long as is happy and happier everybody, my only subject is you.

But I can so well feel, that you are gonna harass me with my imbecilities, that you are gonna mock me, and so and so, what you will unauthorize the path for my greediness, to comtemplate and tease the voice of the messiahies.

I cannot live like that I would break you, as if my love can land it is because of the generosity coming from your being, and that it asks for more justice and equality.

It does not ask for more, because a little bit is the maximum than tow persons can do.

This little granted, I say granted, towards you and me and there where is an in between, we are the ethics, love reenergizing.

I did not look at your tighs, I am a puritan, but be sure that it is the surest way of coming like a no so damned soul when I rethink of it. And believe me each time my energy is available for ti, let’s say when my work gives me pause needed not to verse into fiercer and fiercer misanthropy.

It is the difference between phantasm and dream it is that you permit me, therefore you became my guardian, not of the domecracy, but whose of my sympathy, I a m still entitled to the sweet dream for which I work like crazy, care si car si I would have to do without you, my gardian in other countries? You are kanty.

I don’t believe in it but I know it. To make me believe, if I am creepy, cripty, you are the secrecy, I am fed up with your lecture where you snore like apathy. Mind what? To do and try the best job, to lose it as the messiah you would become.

But with me.

If rumours are verity of the reality, then the spirits gave a chance to everyone to try and does one’s best in relation to what?

What could be the ingredients that make people react saintly? What is saintly? Someone charitable but at the service of the causes of it and justification for it, as the saint were working a lot for the richest in these stories when the version is catholic.

Jesus and 33, would not it be the adult age coming at a beginning of stabilized maturity?

When you know whether you have been deliberately bullied, or so, or more, or reflect on lost, savaged abilities?

Debilities.

Love. To love too much, too love to much.

Being in love, but anyhow, the balance and calcul are not of the circumstances, are not relevant to the whole, shalw, whole, entire, id on’t know how to explain, to represent all what I know, when love is the person that brings me rest, peace, rebellion, and smiles of the one that are not mortal from helplessness, self and altruist pity and derision.

It is not that I put much on him, it comes as a natural deed to the one that deserve my trust and attention. When I say deserve is that I want to serve one, I have enough with my other intervention, reading, writing, eating, cleaning, a little soport is largely enough for a life plenty of reasons to stop self suffer and try to find solutions to what make the world cry or joke or vomit from strangling their suicidal counterpart or counterpart? Suicidal as any relationship sado masochist as we all obviously are living for dying in the ruins of our pride and fierty. (pride in French) you will, whatever happen to get the tac from your tic.

We were all praising the future, paraising the modernity. We found her all the justifications for her destrucition, ofor your cruelty. But now how about the future, it is not hypocrisy, it is so funny.

You can drop your conceit or self-consciousness, I am taking, ti am not talking to you.

You will excuse my familiarities, my mum’s nickname is ‘ni’ for me now and since I raise the cat for my best friend, and ‘nini’ for daddy.

She thinks he is so much of a fun. What I really think, I don’t know. It is what is metaphysics, the way one has always a opinion on most dramatic story and cannot find the most simplified answer on one’s perso. The mental, the tensions, the, I don’t know.

Je t’aime.

Je t’ai.

Do you imagine they were pretending building this massive building in the honors of human rights, three years after it is only a commercial store. So what does it mean, it means that it is the money that were supposed to serve the attempt or so called human rights missions as any mission is more than potentially faulty, this time directly convert in a commercial stake holders making profit.

Imagine how that bastard can be, can we still imagine what will the consequences of human desacralisation?

Tramp, mat.

To be apologizing inside the family for what we are, without knowing that is was the left-over of the most overall scheme, the bread I was forced to be eating.

Ncb

Are you sure they want your opinion?

A test: don’t every one want the pollution to stop, and if not when we have as living beings to protect life from irresponsibilities, we don’t allow care which the basics contract in society, to become harmful (but of course I fear that someone said you are homo, who are you to say)?

How far goes the pollution under control?

Politics. Are we sure that it is like that it should be coined, conned?

Don’t try and redeem the fact that you were not more than pragmatic in bisexuality. The word sexuality sincerely disturb me. To think of you in any of label, drive me up the roof, and break each tiles open. Not a note sexy, as the one approaching would beneficiate from the honing of what protects from rain, the deluge of indecency when a couple is obviously lesbian and obviously content, the word happy here is when is down not my house, the enemy.

I fear of dragging you in this hysterical of world group therapy. I was excited like you, but power, decision making is the one that cannot be expected, so what, big brother are paid, without this it is beef, as it render you as feeble, people don’t want to melt directly with the conscript.

I am an imbecile, reaction at someone from whom I don’t know the state. She could have problem of translucidity, that is seeing and reacting to things as happening of which I could even give repertory. She knows and tried the energy, but how confusing it is to try and gain an energy that people are content with no having selectioned as one possible way.

I had this dream telling me that my fiancée would have to be named ‘called’

Your calling upon me.

You my medicine.

And when completely exhausted, you as well as me, in bed, my laziness also likes me, and you would put all your weight all over, hanging onto my crotch, in between my legs they would clamp, hold, press, sofly cuddling you in applying different stresses, and my basin shifting trying for this moment to be lasting, for that your own posture be comg fortable, and you chest, neck and head on my belly for me to feel better how I could take your skull in my hands for you r reception to be (voc) covert with all what I am left with energy, the right amount to you, for the whole of me to go inside your depth, your ocean, continent, the womb of the all nature, like freund would have said in a more profound society holding and building onto the only hope she has, humane humanity.

Your depthness my love is the one I am too limited to sonde. Onde, sonde = probe.

Rip ripple.

Maybe like that we would not be more powerful, but more unified, inified.

It is one of the most intense secret I will have to affront, the why I know that I am not enough something to understand precisely how deep. Maybe could I balance with my coverage?

Like when I breath and that this breath melt with a very loud noise, this feeling that the noise could come fromme (forement) or to come to me as a powerful, rageful, purposeful unity.

It might be that my none understanding of your superior depth, the way you dig, it I slong time I would put down my spade, my blade.

Here it is I love a woman with my small humility, and in fact I don’t think is a very simplistic way to come, to reproduce, to make her feel better. I am the false tough, I am the fake soft. I hate my facilities to be efficient only hwhen I don’t look into it.

Please if nay thing interesting on the content don’t stop reading because of misspelling, sounds are like the language of the birds, exactly like human sounds only that they don’t look at you in the eyes when they croack the words, the sounds are amusing@.

You are the fugue, figure of all the persons I ve trusted the more. Life is so funny in these kind of ways, that it is why one could serve it as mauch, as cumuch and launch as dying could be.. life could have (as) your face for my spirituality.

Meat eating, comparing civilization against animality…animal phobia, it is what it is.

It is live like love muttering to me. Ti it sounds rocking, its words so exactly, precise, right size, yes, yes, let’s talk about penises envy. Whatever, whatever, it will be you doctor, you and your fixed idea-

It is so rocky that the osound of it could come from eery thing, the echo of the machins, of the winds, of the birds, of the people speaking or shouting or who says nothing but one if you want to talk to me the reasonment from Peckham to roehampton won’t leak nor flee.

It was, right now, so violent, so wished, that the light coming into my irises, was like pumping the shadow and direct rays from every single trees.

I will have to reread this shit and change everything they by us…it is us, and we, my writing as the excellent psychotherapy, in her rewriting. An her is you, whatever male or female, you better give me my due, tow. Two.

Too.

Call for the servitude of another group, is the ‘fraternized menace’ on each other insiders,

I won’t play with a special word, coming from any special communities, not by concern about being politically correct but because it is politics it is no correct.

Maktoub (mac = pimp, toub= tomb?) tube? Too? Ma queue to me (my dick to me) ma queue tobe, tebi.

Love and death. As she wanted me, she wanted my possession, my family.

Love??

Liberty??

Happiness??

Freedom???

We were made to meet, also we not gonna change the world and ode and do what we are to find and sing, and singe (=monkeying) still in French.

Persephon?

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What’s a vampire?

It is any of us without a fiancée.

A number appear and you fastly go and check for more general setting, but this reveal that it is, it was in this minute sky-eyes that were the digit that coulb dbe enlightening the whole of our world, and the whole means always more of it, others. Others, to hers. It, to he, he too? He, to-where. She goddess, what do we know about it sex. Banda pork.

Pork is not the pig, pork is the assassinated anima.

Anina

Torry, story, history, hysteria, store, resto, rite-o,

hiss history.

Riot.

I cannot believe you read, I cannot believe your indulgence, I cannot believe that you gently reassure me with only passing your lipstick on, or the nape of neck malaxing.

I think that my luck is partly coming from of you being the better. From bet and from the ultimate one other major meanings. To all.

When I think I fell upon a fucking educatrice, take the French sense as well.

I tried to go inpsychoterapy once, but they ask too much money for one, for two I tried a psy that could not say anything more than a average concellor, I went once maybe she could have revealed more but whatever the stuff that taught me my lovers (you know platonic, when I think that it has never loved once my dick and the sex, little sessions, very few after 20, I performed, it is because I may stay my live all alone, or not in couple that I don’t regret so much of it. Very few but too much of it. A purge reaction.

I don’t even say that I would not have it any longer. Quit me a letter, an essay officialy, I cannot assess my unprofoneodor. Profane, fprofound. You would have to do this, just I am not talking about violently, just to take time to explain things straight but elaboaratedly, just to know that I have some king of conclusion, nad then I think I go straight on a site and this time, this time, I don’t grudge, I don’t refuse, I don’t go and being picky at the last minutes, up to have secenario on top of being sinsiulted or what I perform the most ugly sex act into my cessation towards keeping virgintity.

After having died of joyl. Is it a true joy ist is a false joy, it is not worth asking thei question it is a joy. I should be shushing my matcho instinct from time to time. You are my serene, I won’t wear my specs any longer, or I will topple my boat between the door and your desk and trample over your resignation from having me as your hostess. Since we caould not do the essay stuff, before I grab you for the last time somewhere unless I can see that it is not spurn, it is beyond disgust, but well lets remember you are and ahve my beauty.

Let’s have a code, you can do whatever before the bastards, I don’t ask you for nay proof of any sort, let’s say I am taking for granted that…plus if you take time to read and do sign. In fracne we have a syaing ‘on ne donne ps de la confiture aux chochoncs. So if you want to avoid exhuberance or simply simple whwhshow on our understanding bliss in front ot the dummies bastards, I even could say that it does arrange me. A little, very little tiny bit.

Is your son your diary? I promise, I promise, I promise, I know we could not, not on our agenda, but it is the first time I feel for myself, not as a concession given to the other, to make a baby. Or maybe the first time after I wanted to change something in this world when late I ve been let know that we were over. The other time it was for her, but today with you it is for me. Then you ve got one finish, one public, me too have got some, but me writing, not awesome, one day we could talk perhaps. But bliss would be for met me to look after them all day. And night, andnday.

So make them belief what oyou want, they are so limited that their delicatessen is none but recurrent daily porno and pas jsut graphy.

And if one day, I am the dead, give me an handkerchief and like that sign me.

I wanted you to know, that if I had chosen the title of my studies at the age where you have to select, 16ish, it was anthropologic philosophy, I was interested in studying any kind of beliefs internationally.

But where I went they did not know the word, and any how I had been the acting number one dunce for so , for so sucking long, many years that I quit high school the following twice failed year.

I always only have human rights in mind, stopping torture and hte alike, it is why but if I had had time.

Je me sens une iddiote, face a mes vieux souvenirs, mais pour moi vous etes la dame du lacs, s il vous plait arreter de me regarder, cela me donne envie d hurler, de pirouette, de m assagir, de massujetir mais le plus, le plus, de prier. Pourtant a chaque bruit, a chaque pas, ma transe se transform en emoi. D hooreur, j ai tellement pense a ses petits bebes mourant de faim, de froid, de ma proper merde. Qui sommes nous pour etre heureuse? Qui sommes nous pour etre amoureuse? Si j ecrivais cela, comme je l ai fait auparavant, je ne trouverais plus persone que pretend

U, you, ecart, questionement, failed afflollement. Je vous est trouve mais je ne tiens pas a vous affoler je veux simpleement vous restituez ce que vous, avez le courage de penser.

Enfin peut etre pas toujours et puis moi vous savez…je n ai certainement pas votre qualite ni d expression ni d incision.

This make me laugh as I know that I can loomingly perceive this as an intuition, knowing, awaiting the matches where you will nearly kill me first round k.o.

You already did it, but caro is slow in comprehension. Not fast, not you, slow. As well, I am a slug or maybe I am perpreparing for it, reincarnation, thinking of our first exchange.

I don’t know what to recommend, the blogs are shits, the mail box are shit, as soon as you want to work on layout and communication, on archives, or simply editing, or finding a logic to exploration and organisation on quickiness…we will be drawn, there even mailbox (goolemail is minable) you wait twice the time for realize after having lost mother than the mess had not been sent) that is for sure, the work will take more and more time, the logiciel, more an more, think of something the only thing at one pound is gonna be the dough for you to make yourself to sleep with contracting cancer.

To solve internal conflict we have to look at humility, to approach problems but not concerning one’s own world but try and unify behind another cause. Problem, to agree on destroying and jalousing instead of veneration of live, the sole adoption of comportement that ould ensure further intention than survival (=live upon exploitation, the vulture that will hav everything and then believe me you wish you were one-thing).

My woman has always been philosophy, and it is how I could use the spouse word with dignity but if today I could be sure, but sure. I am not sure, well, if today I am not sure, it is good, it is good, what may I do for you?

Give me a bad or good look or a very sincere behaviour instated. Let’s hope is as fresh as the bad joke.

Your smile my love I love it too when it is not model. Demo.

Don’t worry too much about psychology it is a moquery, the behaviour asked for the commercial and commerce to friviouliously prevail?

Do not mind to much my comment, I recognise you as being the psychologiest of france. At last, I find my doc, the medicine would have suited your Freudian revolt.

Me I would have been more psychiatrists, the electro shock, not with electricity, with drama that are no longer practise exept in the funny shows in the uk. Psycho stifle the instinct to be resistant to villain attempt at nany seduction, at mummy proliferation, at daddy dictact, at granny sugar that destroy teeth and blood stream, they are the tame of the vile, I am not saying all the time, I am never saying all the time but when it is you and me.

In case of pogrom, people get kicked out of any place, it is the principle of guethoosiation at the extreme. There is no true chief for nothing, is that they will never be really followed, even the one who give some love or lin k likiness won’t almost anything od, do.

How many chiefs? I have seen but two.

As far as I ma concerned I have got on patron, the same, no new, the corps.

Don’t think I want to be neglectful or indulgent inot bad taste or folly des grandeurs or simple arrogance, insolence, ignorance, nothing, but as much as I would respect inconditionally your parents, no one stands up to the pogrom.

Anyhow, you know a cruse, curse is never one for every body. You the very soul of the guerrilla.

We are the chief, let recognize, the chief of nothing but still one has to be accountable for it. As much as you are responsible about your baba, baby I d like to be its father, husband and nursery.

There is no way you won’t understand if I insult you in French while in my sleep (still I could try pa.tois, or an accent like an Iris)

And your philosophy, let me yeah, and your philosophy I’d explode it.

It is handy your passion for ointment and surgery.

Let’s wait for the revelation of what we have to do, we were already over booked, and the former won’t stand aloof long, “waiting is good.” But this is the “”of the devil, because you might not feel the desire to wait no longer, and it is when I fell like a champ.ignon.ble because in that case I would find my self again completely, completely, completely completely, completely, completely, completely completely, but completely, completely, completely completelyalone, alone to fight this balte, battle. Completelyaloneto fightyourbattle, completelyalonetospeakwithyou,becauseitcouldbewellmyfaultifmypseudointensityiwouldgiveyoudreamforevasion.itissolong that I don’twant to think about the partner ideal but I knew one stuff it is that I want to be in bed and at any time to be able to cease any activity take my computer, titi, the cat I bred for my best friend, titi parisien, ou Sligo the dog who bred me, an irish setter, he bred (hybrid) the setter, he did it more than partly in gesture, and thus I now know it for the rest (spiritually, intellecutally), mainly and partly in gesture, he was my main tutor. The irish settler now is my companion.i now decide even if I change of password that comput is Sligo for ever or slayth me but do check and check you told me apart and bury where your phobiosophy stands as her is not again to rise without me. Lol. Without love. Here it is I find a word to your cupboard and it is cannon. You are a fucking bloody cannon and stop staring at me, I am already dead, my body has suffered before you liberated its joy without mercy. I am exploded to the core.

You woman, if I were a free man, I would love her but not like you do love her and do for her as my equal. One day she will forget that you are a miser, but this day you will be left without a memery of what is a good lad.

You on my daddy, that I call daddy for the first tie in 2 years.

Anyhow if you leave me now I would go back to the country of the humble, more powerful and clam down, clamp, acl, calm down than ever. But in my countries of the dead people there would be no river.

I soupsone, su = to know, soup son, suspect, you to have thousands, billions of ideas that you won’t take note of.

It so, you are the queen of the dummies, if am the one of the donkeys. Those of, vous.

Pirouette, pirrouetta, if you leave idea unwritten I ll cheat on you. Take a recorder if you want, ok, you fear to give your life, isn’t it. For me it does not matter I needed a tyran.

Like a pig who stays in the writing, and rubs in the mud the day long and stop at night just to snore and keep dry for a rest.ore.

To need a tyran woh loves me for what I am, because on one needs who he is, and a tyran who loves what I do, and keep me at it too. And protect me from the bird of perey. You know what it is to be a complete devotee, they mock you, they completely ignore what your work, you work is about. I don’t know you by there is none of my family, actually there is no one who recongnizes the good in my writing. My mother at least pretend she did not read anything. She is the main one to have pass on me the demon of reading. I always ask myself question about all this, question limited I do what I am for and what I am made for, and do what I know or I try to know which one is making me as devilish as a seer. Devilish I do not say mean, I just say at the reception of what I have been and try to listen. Ins. Inn.

Inanimate are their comment, believe I would rather, better stop my raison d etre to be fucked by the unright lovers or the fuckers that play being in love or in friendship or in communal or else.

Else. Sele, eles, seel. I order to reassure you the play I do whith letter do not have proper defined eamaeaning it is just to remember, I ll correct them at the second dreading.

Me I refused to chant, be ready for I don’t know which plank.

Her, she chanted so beautifully that liver renders to any words, philo on it.

It is about survival and exploration, she gave me back sympathy, to her I gave her back her envy, to have her baby, as a chanting is congenial as long as you chant for everybody and no one that could unduly spoil the consequences of love emanating with it.

When I think of rape, I think of you.

It is like you said, you know there is so many things you say I disagree with and finally they made think of something.

When you say that rape is not sexual but a psychological torture.

I think every one can know what rape is in the sense that we have been abused onto your pure intimacy.

It is the magic to belong to somebody.

I wont say bad things about psychology, it is something else that the mental.

Psychology is the barriers, and even if the mental open doors to the immaterial and immaterial means that at tone one point the energy will be descending as much as our perception being created into witness and companion of other spaces.

I won’t say nothing bad on psychology as a whole, because I nneed my wife to be like she is, a charming, distinguished psychologiest.

As if the mental is something untouched by human folly and hypocrisy performing for neglect, without psychology, am talking about true one, compassionate, true, I don’t think that lie and facade, but who knows, certainly not lecteur, one needs boundaries, because without empathy and compassion we would forget that mental is from another order without pity for human beings, that life is not important as we know that she is pervading and never unfinishing, therefore one could kill mothers, fathers, wife and children thinking it is a pure doing, without the hint that for not being controlled we have the behavioring.

But let s remind that if I don’t want to be conrolle by my false mental, I don’t want it from the human who think they control the spirit and in doing that destroy their soul and their chance of knowing my mast.

The love I had in my former lives, some were purer than I could hope for, but even this one

Peser, penser a une autre femme, que celle qui m encor, en corps, ensorcele.

Did not want of what I have for purity. Your name is a grace, mine is another presage.

I had found my flame and after this sparkle that make em not cede onto becoming icy, more than icy the land of all colds.

Today, no yesterday, I had a bonfire, but it starts to warm more than the sky the air around me, it is propagind, gin. And j-ane

And you tire me with not loving your name, the candour, with your candour you are like me, can-dour, you stiffen them and as philosophe, you not me, it si is grave faulty.

Might want a blaze, all the better jane is funny. Feu, nuit.

I would like her not to be phobiac any more of being a rosetree and be the wolf that keeps the soil end vie see neaty. But if I tend to her 3 times a day, it won’t be enough for her to brag and grab her true beaty.

Be.atitude.,

I am your secretary, I am your secretary, secreter, desecrater, secrete, text, eddesecrete. You are my light.

And if one day you go, I ll defend poverty, I ll try, I ll try even if one second of it won’t do more than promise than somewhere there is a pardy, paradie. (French for paradise)

Do you go and hide to think, I was doing it since my youngest age, up to the rest room I stay to hear my breathing? Or the pump in and out to and of across and boundering my muttonhead. My mountainlead.

Mount, the mother and her baby, her breast describe by the human as being as faulty as murdering her kids and kings. The mutton, the sheep without who she would ask, I m who?

Don’t kill your buddy to ask your little self the same question, because when she is gonna answer the sillogysme, the tool, the toll, the damn, the curse, the doom will for yus. For you and me, but don’t think one will be able I was not the cheif of the chains of command.

You betray me with your friend but don’t think I ll go mad, as it is why the animals, the few you can still see the ones with whom I flirt. In and with my sex, no, for the time being, but I will have to abow, avow, I am zoophile. It would be incestuous that every one has the duties, everyone I meant this ducky, becaue ti is scandaleoous that people don’t want animals even the wild one in the city as long as they belong to god and reign over the, their territories. (territory? Tory, people, pee, pee).

Sane and might, it is what people stifle as when they stifle you, my work, Cherie please please do whatever but not that, don’t let them tak e your time on what you have to write, and think about as much as, it could perhaps free our black children from the dela, delta of shortcoming, manipulation, and self hatred. I am not homo, I am a mummy who cries her sons and sins. I am not homo, I am a woman so in love with another woman that making love to her resemble and rassemble all other candors- can doors. My candle is for you as I know for sure that you wlll lead with the help of my added philo directly to our breed.

To all. Toll.

Femme, fameuse.

Fame, femme.

Female.

Mef ale.

Meth. myth

Seth.

One is not a baby no more in spirituality, one is a beginner, but not a donkey, nto human donkey, human pretending.

Prêt-a-porter. Like readiness. It has been usurpated with its grand role as the surveillor of death respect and respect for it=death, you conspue.

Why did people have hairs, no thanks to the micro waves. Ziva (in French zoulou, nick ya) nica. Akin.

Phenomen, euphemism.

Ok I will do a party for your word cryptic. I ll do chapetering

If I had no writing I ll be alone in the world without knowing it. This is art, asnd as for my wife without my art, tra vail, we could not have babies. Sies bab (ok baba cool) sis babe (love when the family is one of a folly, lire faut (must read and dear).

I am a false it is wat will think my gems because seh is so much in danger of being a beaty that my crowns, my claws and fnags are ridiculously samal. Small.

Language were sound responding to other sound it is this sacred. Der cas (in French last crash)

I feel to be possessed, to be loved, to be praised, to be accepted, to be useful for you all day. And each time I see someone else I can feel that my love for you could be desecrated, it is why I cannot dominate to be so obvious, as in rage as to bury myself for that the other cannot take your proper deity. Maybe other could tring, bring my offering. I am the poor ducky, I am not complaining by but I can see the day of the end of the plaisanterry. Eery. Tory.

Give me polygamy and I kill you instead. Not you, I kill inset. My wife I won’t confound with the litters that think she is only mummy (oeudipe, don’t treat me as the vengor)

I am not saying they are less than me, because I am short in view, but you, if they touch you, I ll come back with more than a bucket for the sap collect.

You wil take me for a psychatrical cse, a change for me a chance you read a bit of the greeky. Agree?

Images of romantic, lying down of the couch after having given everything for art, thought and you. For you.

Ok don’t evade, it is not my realm, it is only where I can feel the calm.

Don’t evade, or do like in vendee, just ecartel.

Let’s take the parabole of the devil, becoming the devil as a fallen angel through its lack of generosity, lack of humility.

Look at the stories of saint and how many are for the kings’ riche serve.

So you imagine the chief of this company, and you know that the hypocrisy is made to transport everything toward one in promising compromising and self serving up to more than hungry.

The chief of all that would have seen it all, but the love that the saint could not give no longer, if religion has had this impact, fucked up to the core. Choir.

In front of the set-up.

And anyhow who is not for god, it is the chief. You are pople profiting from working working wording as idiot.

I would like you to know that I don’t rely on your girly smill as I know that you would leave my body the day I d be gros, gras et tombant. Go now I won’t realize that I am that, so go as I am that, but without you, or with you because you dare smiling to me, render me more than crazy, carp, crapy I am I don’t need to be in hcharpie.

Look I do’t talk to you, I talk to me.

Tu n es point ma femme tu es mon feu.

Tu n es point un etre, tu es mon dieu.

I am at our, your orders though a problems subsists.

I don’t know how to interpret and follow it.

Interpret is one thing, applying one other altogether, from being your heart I could become a torturer.

Problems.

Proletariat emblems.

The sahred , shared power it is aeveryone waiting for it.

In hell I have it all, and paradise a stroll having for role to want and to escape.

What about losing? It is death calling.

I am fed up with your pseudo friend, able to sell mummy to have a pleasure of brieveyty. Votee. Voters. Votre heirs. V.otre (yours or others)

Jobs always holding in self, fesse (bottom always in French, still and blood and cold and main economy) and now who at the bottom, in-terre-ior (terre = the land will be crumbling) interest in nepotism render every of us and of our taks, tasks, incestuous and whimsy.

If one day your lips touch mine, I ll have to take a sabbathical year.

I know you are deaf, since I hear listen to you, my hearing know windfall of high altitude depression.

Much more how would we know we are 100 per thousand slesbianss, maybe your demon (or spirit) is make mak a, male and mine female. Who knows?

What about checking? Should we roe rot row or should we not?

Don’t get fucking excited, we don’t want to tramp oever, and be any more bumpy, so do we?

Ok anyhow it is reassuring to know that outside demons and spirits hopefully we ahav added persona.

How, where, what, time, second, with, whomareyourightnow?

It would be my bonus, to see you as my husband acting. Don’t think of your prersona. \zona, think liberation, your whip, whimp, whim as long as they are gentil. And I think it is where you are in trouble to express your masculinity, because to stay gentil with our power on me, mh, hm.

[…{…}…]

Appetizing? Oh, I talk about that, what a disgrace I am like if a couple could be made to transgress that. Your natural disgust in the fact that im I and you will finally die, therefore it is progressive. Your phobia for decay, my body in no better aux aguets, like a cu bucoy, buoy, I am dan, I am damp, noisy, smelly and you hate that. What s life after your disdain? Death as apogee. Je me retire, I withdraw, my beauty, was it my suffice or was ti sufficing, self content, prospoterous felicity, the form you accepted not me but my old load, my fashion beauty, my ‘javel laundery’.

You know I start wondering I fmy father his report, his file was alone writing, I think that her true secretary and boss at the same time was mummy, and when I see her doing all the rest on top, I feel like her to be nun. To be none. To be to none.

Because logically if we have to go in pari, the good Samaritan who know that he did not deserve and be deserved by anybody could choose the one in the other word.

I want to know, do you hear I want as I need to know who you did love? It is not your past, but I am allowed to do it the underpass. Tell me I beg you tell me. Was she a female? Someone from your family? A witch? An amourous person who pass on you the charms? Was it, were she? An angel. Ana.

I ll talk to you about my great(great)grandmummy. Angel? Her shell of vulture who ate (m.anger) misery.

I am anal as much as a old chuma who knows she has lost up to her intestine.

I think that the phobia on anality is the symptom of depicturing oldness, old age, wisdom as a being dirty.

You disgust me but not like my poo, I like my poo personally, but the sick ppoo of despising the nature and others will be the homosphobe last supper.

Super, repus (sasiety)

When I make love, I make lobby. Hobby, hall.

Hobby, obey. Abbey.

I will have to stop writing I ll become serious and think that I am right in wha ti I think, but we don’t think, really, we jsut live and experience, the rest is human conery.

I am hard as a bull, sorry I cannot run. I am not saying as big, would be hilarious as I take on fatter. I hope you like little dick. It is not because I am a woman I could have a gib, gig, big one but mine, she is your treasury and one drop by one drop for the pharmacist checker you are more than you share owney. Honi. The decay I am starting to be afraid of that. What a liberty power, what a liberty power. Powwow. Pow.

I might be as volubile as a ram prize itself to be, by you my calm mare.

The liberalism liver, liberate at which rate, the iber, the ice that will recover their scrape. Our scratching the sky poor puppets.

It was not a mistake, it was an error, mislay, on which the right to redeem and duty to replace who should be left to everybody for live to be no more a on going process of infliction and death upon our need to improve and not the one of impress in order to be the first and last to crate, create a boom.

From my family, my granny, there were a part of hers, they were from the Vendee (vendez, rendez vous), ones of them would have let to witness the murder of his father, with its heart stroll upon a spike to give you a hint at the terror. My granny’s ancestor family whose name was Janin.

Jour J git. J’y. J ‘ y vais. The revolution? For the pople that mourns or the one that wsow chagrin?

Mum I am lesbian, you know lesbian, you know, you know my eyes, you now that without her my fire is ice.

She gave me my life, she put me in fire and I did not burn I thrive, I frost by the fear of losing her, of llssoosing, loosing her even for a millennium of a second, I am her missionary, and if you said it is not natural what will be logic for me to be, you r cannon folder? Your servant bloody? The devil waiting for detaht, de.tale (flight, cowardice), death, but believe me logics would find me for being your abobinable sotery.

The new duckies say of naimi, namely, animist, that they were wrong, I spit on our prtense pre tense, of traditionalist.

Of course people has to render to everyghing the thank to surviving.

Now people are only doing, working, throwing, eating, nicking scrap.

Human pooing is a decaying orooting rotening roeing tool. Better ofor you to understand object to understand animality before the chicken underthrow its last of its bov omit, on her mother, this one now, he is, they are the eggs monkeys. Mon key, in French my keys. Ma clef, fel.

Ma clef, felc. Ma clef celt, celty, sertie, sultry, enough of it that s all. It is for you n, I am doing it it is since dikey I renounce to say and do exactly what is asked but I believe in sounds.

N haine.

Radical. Ra doc.

Ar.rival

When you quote yourself on your own site, would it be possible to add a link, or the archives system has only for us dates without project titling.

Gmail failure are ridiculously long, and regarding on what I am fast at going under what is happening, I spend my night long pestering and trying to send something from there.

Ckouckou.

When you say to me that you love, I have a reticence knee-jerking reaction. I don’t understand these words. And the fact that we could be in dissent, m atrophie, atro s y fier.

I am ok to give any of my support, but I am afraid of betraying a you without being aware of it.

I am brutus, and your children know it. The only difference is that if I know parenticide, I watch fratricide.

Because at your party, I am not any longer the master of my torpor, I am torpor itself. And I know it is grandiloquent but here is the dilemma. I am ok to aid, but am I right to abandon my force intern, my force supreme, the word one need to fight family, their tyranny and policy of shame?

I fear no serving you right, if unserving you, I fear my weakness in my impetuous genuine debility but also if I stop caring for their debility also I d fear not being strong enough in case of insubordination at attempting robbing your nobility, my noble princess, I fear you as amistess. As a mistress. As a ministress. Minil, minil, mini.stress. Miny. Meany.

You reproach me to be in love with a lovely girl and me I reproach you not knowing that you are more than a girl is and more than lovely. You are my lollypop. You are my pop.

And won’t worry in the story am not a god, perhaps a stone but in any way, you torture me with your leeway. You are not straight, you would be, you would not make me belief I am a hore, hero.

I am completely late for the soele other essay I have to hand over, I won’t ask you to help me. Because I can imagine you to come and help, closing back the noteboodk and go for ever and ever after. You are a laptoperie, asloterie, saloperie, laptophairy.

I am fed up with my own story but let s try homeopathy, greedk mythology.

I used to love a woman in a husband manner, and one day I understood that she loved me like the soul of her great mum.

The story is that the great mum, fortunately, but when I say fortunately it is that this story coming grom groom from Jupiter saved me from a lot of disintegration. This woman was talking the day long to her late husby. She was in the most isolated countryside, even her son believed she was loony. Albert I think he was called I am not even sure, it is my adolescence love story, killed by some, bury by you. But no worry, you understand you freed me of my worry. And not problem with that your knowledge in ancient Egypt is mastery, it won’t come back, it won’t be rootening, I was only and just an old mummy waiting for her miracle, oracle won’t have me, the one who oblige me to keep the wheel too hard for me to expect anymore than disease, decay and no company. You are not my company, I knew, it is not knowing, one night, of my well done travelling, a route in my lorry I started to spot so well that I could think and talk to my self as I did not know that I was corresponding. A voice told me you know, you know, but not a voice lightly a voice with so much inprint that I could not do that believe every of its hints. He says, my cave voice, the one I know it is not the little bit, it says to me, I will be alone all you life, and I was crying, I was contesting, and say no, no, I don’t want, I want to be happy. To be happy, to be happy, but look at the last storey at roehampton, there is this campaing on exploitation and modern slavery, if you leave that without doing anything, If you leave that without doing whatever you can with your weapons, how do you want to be happy, you will be a philosopher and as you know it already you will live 24/7 with philosophy. And I thought ok well, I will able like this to do whatever I want, no one will suffer, they could not threaten me with death penalty on my sole comfort. You, n, is this philosophy, is this sole buttress, my tower, my cliff, the rock of the sea, my sea, the fish, the dolphin, every with whom I can marry.

But now what about the threat and about sexual slavery and all torture and all exploitation and my bros the birds that are about to go short of grass, lawn, trees, roehampton is not just human rights last cemetery. Look at the ponds, the water is bloody.

I am pround of being an animal, but I don’t think it is a good idea to do too much of it because in all honesty now, I swear I don’t train for that, but when I think carnally of you, and well it comes like a treasure, and that my only moment when I see you is whatever it is. My instince, instince, instinct tells me or pass out or tear her clothes. I mean ok I did not scrap every cliché, but I feel that I would make you love, I don’t mean penetration but simply one hug that would tole you my passion for you not for you my passion for my passion, because you are still my patronne.

I have to tell you emergently something do you know saint francis?

Ihe was the one who spoke to the animals like orphee.

Or fait, or fee.

Listen to them, listen to them without bias or prejudice, let them tell you what they think, believe me vbelieve me it is not new all people knowing them like their family know that. I beg you I beg you if there is a revolution it will be this one, I don’t think that I wish them to stay without reactiong at eh peasantry telling them I feed you by gredediness, greediness and appetite for unfair gratitude to my compere the vipers, every another dike.

You know I tell you everything lik at least I in general know who I can trust, even if you have to work with people you know it won’t be so jolly. But the day you ditch me at least I will know you are the best of the reasons, but believe me on this you will have to give me them and in a no disappointing fashion.

You, young, will not content me with Freudian explanation, get that. Witch the child of a foucaulat and the revolution will on you. Do not start becoming pale thinking to your pay. I am the genius with one or tow spirits they would offer me recollection, an d not at you, yif you d deny to give me my salary, kick me without calling sos insane. We go on, and me the daddy like in all story at least often when they are greek I l l find myself killed and raped sodomized by your children. Sodomized yes but by your dick or whatever you want, and if you do not want I ll tempt you to trip.

Do not think ti is preposterous, conceit, over prided, I am not offering you that you should be disgusted with. I am not offering nothing of m y body as ti is not an offer or a gift, jsut to let youknow that I am for your tyranny one on me tow in me three over, are you finished? If you cannot take it anymore I ll jsut hope and pray to be a good memory. I fear your phobia, I knew people, a platonic g friend in particular form taking me for a dad, the other talk to her and all of a sudden, she took for the idiable.

And of course so incidently she was someone with this sagacity, this quickeness, this organisation, this holistic approach, this mememory near incredible, doing two three degree, runiing flirtying up to oubli,.and the tast for quoting

Me I ll leave here I fell e I feel crying melancholy the rage o f being sole to have bear the weigh of the condone. Comdom for her at this period it swas a sex, an orgy but bright, so thousandly excellent stuff and the tast for indexing, I don’t think she is like that now and I don’t care the lay out was her turf.

Alors, no, no, no, no, I am not being aggressive I show I can be and pratcise exercice, euh, distanciation.

You freak me when you are no ahappy I d like to know when you are angru, angry. But for that you don’t need to molest. Police please do not beat me.

Bon finishing the mergency, agent, I am the spokesperson of the animal in fact I am not I am not literate enough to be. I won general but the first without grade, it s complicated story,, but it is not that I am ambitiouis for me I have to score better but me and oblivion and still I am dummy. I am not insulting me by pleasure, ti it is ti it is hare hard do too concentrate on that on this even heaven it is the most for me the most marvellous pleasure, don’t go in gjealousy, if you wanted I d be ‘your shadow’ I told you already.

In apoplexy you are well stip stop reading and near peckam or Richmond, the nunshead, I there I work with autistery, mine, a pupil I shall write on that she begged to be treated intelligently but since she cannot rpeat, since she cannot write every one spend their days telling her to die in q a aquietlier way. Acquaingt.

Quaint, angst. Agneau = age agnelle, she- or he lamb.

I know you will be bother, take a n afternoon after the big party, each time you hear one if some in the street and be attentive, nina, be attentive to their song? No, to their sot, story.

They spell the word, trust me, you know you are my gangle. Angel gaggle, I beg you a lats lsast time drop your prejudice on who you eat you ve eaten so many times (I am French kilos I ve been had with force-feeding) and you ll see the world. They know you, all day they make suer they are aware of what is in the air, you cannot thing fully if you retrieve them if like promethee you d steal their dignity. Not of the ibirds or the other animal but to your people that you have to teach about their origins. Don’t talk of that, they will guide you , they are my family, and thanks to god my promise is permitted, they will guide you. For the time being I need yours do not spoil eme don’t spare me just listen their voice.

And if you are a bit manly like I suppose, I ll do a bit of cease fire. If I detect the fact that you could be abusing my patiecnce or my fervor, I will kill you, it is not only the female human that have obtained the taming of the emperor.

And sometimes, all the times but sometimes in this particular example the sing of them is your voice, your voice? Yes your thoughts, that mountains after mountains in me will resone.

When I was talking about tearing your clothes it was the image of oholding you so strong that my rubbing with your mpermission would have without a itch uncover a part of you on which I could rest all my monotomy.

I am a vicious, viscous, let me tell you a last itime I am not thinking of king of any type of vengeance, woul who would I be to avenge on the only one for me who would ahve been someone. Somone Salomon Summon, sum on, sum mine.

I am a vicious because I never know who is with me or without talkinga about with me, who is who in theis company. Maybe it is that the most dangerous way of democracy. If we talk ipopen open who gonna throat me with all the liste list the least condi.sideration.

I was hoping for everyghing. Gingo beel, beeeeeeeeeee, hell.

But not for the total.

I was believe in love and live in an absolute way, but you.

Ca= a = a nous et c est tout

You see look hom how many hours is gonna take me to reread this jokses. I won’t do anything more tahna them in my life, I take pride of it, it is true they are my good my bad. What about somebody who I love, my misery. The one of others’ I ll be dead soon and I think of the soul travel with no candor or doubt that the match is not won.

Thinking.

Thin king.

Intergration.

Disintegration.

Twice a week. It s hot. I never ever dated. I had flings ok certainly, so, so, so bad and when I was young so lightly porny that at least I escape to bother myself with someone more 3 days, more 3 secondes.

But a date? Never, never, never.

Do not fatique, tic, fatigue, yourself at wondering how I take the fact that they say you are talking to me by pity. Because if in this pisses of a group there is one who knows that, what pity is, what is pity? Better for everyone that the last guy show.

I am so afraid of what we have been doing, the slaughter, that while I make love to you, I can see like in s film gorrh byt trye scene of chicken unfeathered, or name it. I am making love to you in the aim of redemption, at least inconsciously, to bring to you and me the little softness that changes up to fatality, that does dsestiny.

I am so obnubilated, sensorially obcessed, and K.O, by reproducing that it would last 3 secondes the time you release your acceptation.

If I could take you like a gay man, I would be so delicate that the same thing, one intro, one blow but the most refined of all would be enough to hurl of desire and gratification. I am so thankful, I am so tankful.

One think on taking not specialy like gay men but by the side where you cannot see me, as my face, my all body will release its folly, its rage, its salutation to the devil, its crying to the saints, its prayers to god, its apology when I don’t know how to respect respet you with my whole anthropology. Jhurling, howling conspuing,

You could insult me every knight for the good I haven’t done, for the evil I did not know I provoked. Your preachise would emporte

What may I do to have the rewards of seleeping with you. Selp, sceptre.

O salvation

Save, slave, levy, eleve.

With the adam apple on might do so many sounds on earth if she trained to listen noises, maybe especially the naimlasl animals as the responses will be immeidiate. Listen to an d respond, produce this similar sound to make fofficial that you are trying to be in communication.

And don’t worry for nothing they are pround to be animal and cry they are far more better than human, and senses perception, since they don’t ahve to work at other stupidity and since they are so afraid of predators, human particularly, that senses have to be their, one of their big lessons. If one is not aware bor, bro it is you not them of the singsong you tried even in language written. You man conceit is superior, no error.

And in coming back into our childhood, it is so divine, because I can in my intellect and spirit touch you as we wer little girl because when I was a little girl I would have done anything to have the reassurance of having you next to me and this fro for all my life and this would have taught me from the beginning what life is for you and me, the divine cock o knee. Honit.

To manage to control the passion I would have to touch you each time I am sure to bring you relief and salvation. The rest of time for working session or self pappreciation.

I think that when I feel like raping you and since you agree it is more something to do with virginity.

Only approach my face towards your approved body, when I submit especially around the side of your hips, systematically send me to a fall over down.

You jumper last time were the same exactly the same than my gran’s style.

And I love my gran.

My owl of gran.

Mon dieu.

Monde. Eux. Yeux.

Hatred could be love, as if you don’t move as much as you can, we could be destroyed.

I always tried to handle the insects if they were not at the right place (I killed numerous by fucking laziness and pretense of phobia and so much unawareness) in fact to bring them somewhere or into your hands, one has to blow over them.

It just, us, oice, uice, j-ust, let me think that I could be intelligent and various to use on you my breath.

Come on take them, they are raw they are infinished, one cannot understand the half of it and don’t even to comment on how mcuch it can be appreciate.

But to take them at least yo u will know if i am your kinda dummy.

Infinished,

Infinity.

The devil is not the bad guy, I sth victim of ten generalisation.

I f we suffer because it took my honey for exempli and if I try to bit him it will him or hter

Are you gonna t o like my poetry#??

If I do that it will bit me back so I ll have to reaise the awareness of not doing harm for the pain should not be back any time soon.

As it will go vack as ho not to be bitten first time I did not understand, understood.

Is it love? Is ti sex? Is it company? Is ti buoy? Is it buoyant? Is it bouillant?>>>…<<<

My maybe it oucould be that for differenciate us from our ability, aspirations, on what ahs been left inside, the big lodl old rulers of sheer thrive on peace and lselfom seldom seldom done.

Happiness ot to depart from.

Depart from and even if my heart had been taken by so man-y of charpies, from my sole prayers and hope of keeping you near me, would grow a heart? Even from two lesbians, even heaven our baby.

The pleasure of sex? As sex is sacred.

But what about being a sinner?

It is a planet that I would have to find for you, for us, for our children and forebar,forbearer.

When I realize doint that I should not do, the desire of an empire for you, my sole compass in between space and virtue.

Not to be consceint of one s beatitude.

And grind, and laugh, and grin and no in specific speial way you are the one that did not understand.

Ethy they think being the support o satan, to enjo the human or another creature wekness, and they like saying that people, seeing the trouble sthe tremble enjoy.

But man they are pathethic because they will die, they are beat, they are innocent, thy ar pporly clear voyant, as if you do decil, the devil itself will eat what is left or you r corpse, as it is already doing it in life. You are not conscient of this, is that sttategiclayy the better is to eat your brain and sex

Strategically or tactically you are the dummy, of the poverty one sow, they eill be the one in the palate plate of the devil. For goodness sake don;t you understand that you are annoying it when you ask think it will give you from not controlling them. Satan is the creature of god, and more if we are all the children of divinity.

It does not want you to beg for tyranny but if it gives you, its supper, it has to have a support, in th mouth of another satan will be, don’t think of yours, or it will be the day that you will realise that your mouth is not your mouth, that the next word you freely pronounce too …

I love you, but what happens is that I loved you even before, as you are the one that are already perfect even when regarding my intrasequietly complex, womby, so difficult time, that since you are here is paradise to me, the pathe of destiny.

You tu sais les gens se demande a qui la faute mon homosexuality.

ET ben moi je le dis.

Mon homosexuality tout du moins pour les femmes superbes et bonnes.

EST le paradis.

ET pour mon homosexualite qui n est pas bisexualite est bien j ai ete en position heterosexuel et peut etre certainement grace a toi puisque je pensais que ce etait l amour d etre avec papa.

Toi, justqu au jour ou tu insistais lourdement et tu sais c est plutot degoutant de pas tomber sure les bons gens.

Mais pour les gars, je veux dire ce que certain pieds nickes appelle les vrais hommes mais sincerement il n y a plus qu une solution de bien vieillance a son propre egards, corps et abilites:refuser.

Mais quand je te lis, mais quand je te vois, let me tell you that you are the paradise on earth for me.

How are you managing this dichotomy?? Mmmnnn, for goodness sake if I had your secret.

Doing the opposite, what should it exposit?

It? Human, sweet corn, what differenciation the mind will create to allow itself exploration dual.

Mutan, one will invent mutan not to admit that everything is in peering and awaiting for its pendant.

Logics, my life.

Human beings are growing more and more, the pullulisanime pulluler way.

Also they aer too many above all cos they don’t think of the past, memories, in brief, they are all in danger of finishing, they aer becoming weaker and weaker, n o one dare to say I am living and I d like us to do the right thing, it is finished, it is finished, we are finishe.

About she you always bar you rom, from any comments in saying that the devil was others.

It workd, it works? But make bearing a coross, cross to somebody and in a life of another, I ll become bigger than twice or thrice what brought to the liar, oto the cheater the way of avoiding work, the duty of the just, not just the duty of the slave owner.

Honor, will be spelt to the human as they don’t belong anylonger to mother. Unearthly. I am not saying demoniac, the demon are a natural happening but who kills nature, raise all other creature final anger.

Final. Final. Fall.

We hate their parents, we hate our prarents, but we don’t know what happened in them.

Happens in them.

They call him the poo, but in French ist means leace.

And it is in not on your brain hthat go its nits.

Who would believe that god has slaves?

First I will stop calling god ‘it’ because one of the calassical lessons, forgotten but not forgone, is that god is not one, it is not all, it is not anything but god.

What they called political is in fact traditionally the pourparler, concensus, that bring, and in fact at any cost, population out of military rules. Politics are not politics not in most, but in any present regimes and political system in the working, no in the crooking. The words politics has been transformed in its devil counterpart, not devile, not devil, not debile, that is not at all devil in itself but transforms as politics means politics and not deserve an intellectual wall if not engage in the overall equation towards improving the whole (the wohole known-maybe this refusal could vom, com from the greed, or fear to know something else-if we are good at this, what is next to come and obviously more and more potent realities, as minds would be getting ready to face, endure, analyse, and help finally.)

Politics are this vulgarity, saying be happy you are not control by the army.

The vegetables whose roots say one thing, we are the underworld reperesentant kingdom.

You are here my love you are here and you know and undergrieve everyparcel of me.

So when I am thinking a context, I cannot do like if I were with my facility.

In other contexts I could post my theories, they are mone, moine, one, monk, moan, noa-m; mine if I a m surrounded by people who don’t know me I ll bring something to the ceremony, but for you.

Since you are here I ll have to remember that it is not with my each itm gmt time same sentences that I will revolutionize my day, your, our existence, the mission, the cause, my brain who would inspire less pity. Find for you, find it. Transe. As I am accompagnied by you, my conscience, my air, my sex, my ear, my wife, my husband, my child, do not see there any pedophily.

eveil = French for awakeness, awareness.

deveil

devile.

Devil.

Devil, debile, a rpporoof of how the ancestors were.

Proof, pr porous. Prose, porose.

I like the macadam we can walk without destroying the soil, but what about the macadam recovering it, what about breathing. Who don’t know that the yanky were using macadam to recover people with it. They could not breath, the sking could not breathe and in a few hours they were dying. What is a few hours in geology?

Exercice and remember in order to compare in order to forecast in order for the live to prevail.

Freedom, freedom.

And it is in it s care and core it does take dom.

To give time, to give you all the time as if we were to make love attempt, we could, we would, no matter where high is our passion, tear each other body from being with our suspicion and doubts about how real an-d profound your, mine truset, thrust, trust can be.

The truth, the trust that people, that society does not allow themselbes as if without fraternity, you think you make a jump to survival, knowledge, beaty, ascendency, you jump as far as you thought needed and live is stopped by the cord on your head.

D -= deux, 2 in French,

di-git.

Nein: my love story terrestrial, the one who gets the universal, for me to fol.low her in the whole, all real.

Relate.

Infin(it)ess.

Don’t ask me to explain it is why one other is a treasury, you held master pieces I would not even sketch at the level youheld for me on this regard, the love you d have for you’r baby.

U r

R and, r n.

Are n = hen.

The end.

To do you a 69, in which you have nothing to do and me to have for object and necessity to tender your fountain my wolfe is thirsty, my wolf is dizzy.

Np = the one I won’t blog

We should stop talking, we gonna lose our everything biais via ‘cultural economy’

She respected her hsusband like a dad, but since she was erotic, the story, the sexual part finishes in gabgy. cruel unofficial forced orgy

Cure, cruel?

I have to remember that I love somebody else (escape, est-ce = is it?) for not tken you as my god, my only god, the one I could not even look at, loo kat (and you being in a certain space) certain, certi, speak ot to, speak of. Of my dgodess are you her priest? No who are you. Jesus? Yes. Her child reincarnatded in you.

D-read.

Druid.

Run, ruin, demoniac ruin, the death ond none one dedicated to someone or someone else’s.

And death is a siren who don’t need to run to bite her constructor that applied for the dark side of it. No more ruins, but the depth of all melancholy.

Good melancholy one has to kill the one that the y love for escaping reality, love. Love and its dangerosity. Bara danger, bar poney, bar appaling, we cannot bar anything here is not the paradise no one desrve it is life who h asks for esprit, and melancholy would be dead if people along their life founded their queens, their kings, no the demons killing taking everybody, the one you help for communal and individual salvation. Sale, VAT, no.

I will submit an iponion opi.

And I come and come and come and meidai mediatheues , and medidate, mdedicate, meditate.

One.

n-one

Mort.

Port, pork

d.anger

I did not want to hear the birds because I am amusician and if I was approfunding the art I am gift with I would play and imitate them and answer and question the birds and their friend, and let know their enemy that life parasitic will have their own end. Name. Nemo? Memo?

To foment saints, that people ‘admire’, they ask to them every explit, exploit, every value, every monk, parole, parabole, palace, palate, heave, pround, pal, pardon, for them, for redeem their shame of malfunction they want to operate on a goat, every parody, shceme, scinematography, maladie, disease, die cease, progeny, kisses, kyess, pairs, call, poll, pole…

But without the “allowance” to feel and flee for their own ceremony. My love if they don’t let me to love you, we will finish cripple and raped ready.

Insolence, solvence, would have us let sole, completely solitary, but this time not by our choice, they would like to sese see us separated for life and to see a long dead victims servicing the volunteer of their probe, l’aime. Problem was you, but without you am dead, but my life will be in your searching or in their tu ris. (tu ris=you laugh’/tuerie=you die)

Your voice conseilling me reming me old teacher I had when I was 10 or so, and you were 10 or so, and we were in different coutntires, who were this teacher, do we hear me with her voice coming back, or where you speaking to her while we had to join the same place, the same room, the same bed, the same reading, the same street, project, baby, clothes, mattress, magic to undress symbiose.

I attak this teacher, a geer even physical warning of my being jhamrmed, I am hauting by her because I realize how far I could be horrid. But whith you evenif I think my self a perfect gentle lady what would I do, that would be of this level of perjury? Without knowing, nina, without knowing my love.

You use to fear the viper, you use to faer animale, but now not. No. I am yours, snakes, birds, insects, mammals all the kings and the queens that I could be impersonating for me? For ya. Ya, ya, ya.

Who am I without being regarded by you, a rat? No the rat also is for you. I am nihility.

And this nihility is the worse, is the worse of all catastrophe, unless if her baby, you, is coming back presti-ge. Je = I = game in French you have the all words, the whole world I know and the one I don’t as if I live for you, death the door by which is the corridor for more and more of you, insight, as in their is no home, their is no dome, there is only the sly lksky and what ever we can have as appuy. (wells),

I warn you that if you don’t do the necessary to keep your territory, you will loose me, as here it is a rprison if they don’t deem you strong they will ask me, as well as you to go off I am too destructive, disturbing. Every dis you want. And if you loose me, what is of any use philo, I ewas your forse, horse, dogs, wolf, sex, boat, coffin, muffin, laces, comportment, compartiment, accoutrement, severly, you have to draw me.

Try ya.

Trial.

I don’t have family, I have only hte dismay of having met you, and the happiness of desiring you. For having been meeting you, it is a horror to know how life is precious, how much I culd not beg enough if you were to go off.

My garage for the moment, I start having fear ab. holocaust, abc, about which property could protect security a little longer than the ranting theory. Domina, no one can rent to anyone no more, if they have the jew.wej-wages.

Blue

blew.

CHAPTER III:

Blue, blew.

Lewd.

Dwell.

Listen, you will excuse my tone, this is me; it is why I took as a moral habit not to hide it. When I am in transe I am taking the game for granted. Nay to, not you, not anyone for granted, just the game, it is like that, the science has ‘to let be infused’.

I am out of there, could not take it no more, yeti am constant in touch with myma.

Let me cover you with word, ord. Her.

Mon amour,

Do you want me to call you mon maour? Ame-our.

South and north end. Sous-den (underworld)

My dream before you as a mistress was to be the mistress of the words, I intimatedly intimately that we are in.

You are the butcher, hammer, surgeon, MECHANICER. Of the sentences, it will do.

They don’t want of homosexuality , they fear a bad husband or the whores of the communities.

Fed up with obeying the whores’ institutions. Pro of in stitutions.

Newt.

One day you will be as embraced as the dodo. I use embrace for not using em broche ed, you my cameo.

Mall.

Hostages would have been enough? Enough time to sort out bread and pay an army.

It is game over, off, of power.

Shush, you understand. They know our theories, especially yours. Do it do it balance but balance we cannot count on the communist connery. On you liking me, if it is real, not of course if you can amuse them by being extremely witty, i.e mock me. Shush, shush, shush. And for once I d allow you to do to me every single ecart = gap, going aside or away, refusal, abuses even, but on this don’t disobey me. They have my career it is as bad as that, it is why I told you I just wanted (ot) to do my cleaning the environmentalist way, I cannot no more sweep or any thing including the care to the person via ivy company uk. They will have you, can you hear me. I beg you not asking yourself if I am just a freak of a very, very atrociously dubious contro. It is not it. I am like these jealous saying you got the money, but what you got is a seat from which you can play. Keep it, keep it, keep it, it is not a privileged, the privileged is when you can abuse everything with money, it is what is generally called a privilege to be put down, your privilege the one we all survive on is the philosophy, they are there and in use, please don’t drop the place you can educate people from. What you can drop is you rhetoric too generous, you do not attack the famille, because you know that they could cry famine. They could and it is half why we are screwed like mortal, mantel, mar-teller (=the ham.mer) and anvil. Ayng. Aung.

Above all, ablove all don’t yield to anger, even if you decide to hide it, they would FOUND YOU OUT.

You are there, it is the sign that little things are working, and those are under your protection and these things are under your protection, don’t spoil any of it.

YOU OBEY, NOW.

YOU SAW I FOSTERED THE POSITIVE SENTENCE, AVOIDING NEGATIONS, ISN’T IT THAT WORKING. EDUCATION OUR STARTING POINT. OUR POINTING AT the start. Starting blocked..

NOW.

WON.

Bordello, from having to marry someone you love, as love is natural, but for you there is no elaboration on what is marital love, your choice, your nest, your self, yourself looking for god.

CHARIA. Charia has won for so long, genocide, wars, work, exploitation, slavery immonde, outlandish.

I will prophetise something we are gonna to yield to sheer folly, I don’t use madness, too soft, too hackney, too handy.

People have focused on keeping their seemingly behaviour like if everything was fine, every thing easy, and assujeti, assumed

Sac caged.

The veil of impunity. Their banks, their laws, their works, and the dying poorer paki.

Paki, paki, paki. May your brothers in occident come back for the alms or don’t let them come back or their money will be so dirty that what they will buy will soon be your progeny.

Ange line, perhaps but dimensional, naz, nag, money, money, money. It has never been skin, countries of plucks,

To be brought up as the servant, the utopianism-dummy, the authoritative-sackedactive, sedative no therefore suicide comtemplation, what would she do without containement?

uni

By the way, thank you for your profile, because that I felt under your chains and nets, I was finally not doubt, even if I imagine someone very poshy to teach as professor such subject like this.

You are bourgeois like me, I would do everything to stay in my book company.

What am I supposed to do with your tambola? Draw? Dote it.

The camp.

Precarity.

The one send under fire. To die for love, it is maybe why it is not recommended at the army.

Hi,hi,hi, bastards.

Praise the past and tradition aiming at entertaining a personal short memory.

An intelligence working by differenciel, when I think at it generally good, but before I thought of it, the mountains can wane.

For you

I don’t want to speak with anybody, as in this society the cause of my love would be removed from me, maybe would you “‘kill or punish’” my mum, or my lady.

If I was with you, when I think and in fact am (ame=soul). Save our soul. With the love of my life and after lives, you would without a doubt annihilates, bring to neant, muse, museller = snarl us. And when I speak and intellectualize with my lady or my mummy, I don’t want to approach you d have stolen my possession, my right to be under tur charms, under true discussion, about the whole world, about destiny, about all that excluded your dumped humanity. Humanity was and is a pearl, a gem accomplished, it is because she is accomplished that people wish her demo lishion. Evolution whould have surpassed, overdo our smokey meanery, the fumes from it blinds the game but not the fools. Ciao. Adieu. In any another tongue, we know that it is the next homage to god. But who would not smile to be taken inside the earth for purification? The one I guess that thought they were or demons or angels, grave breach of misconception.

Under our skirts is sure the last of the hidden places left. Be sure it is there.

Who would be afraid of talking to the tramp, who would not be afraid of talking to the one boss?

Logics going to a(d)vance, logic gonna avenge.

Don’t take me on pity, I am the queen of the unfinished.

You do business (simoly renting your room) with somebody and if a problem no possibility to report its to consumer organisms.

The ultimate sufferance could open our ultimate candour.

You remember it is for my blog I remind principles of feministery. Feeble your vilainery.

We are all asking for the end of the capitalist, at least for the one who wants a life for their children.

But one question is in suspens.

What will it become??

Are you not worry?

Or are you simply wishing the end of all? Trendy.

On how a homo fuck you with you ‘mainstream normal view on how killing everything, children first and god to lick you pussy?

Pray gentlemen, pray beautiful ladies, the law of procreation will give you it siblings

Siblings, cible (target) and prosperity.

The day you are good parents, you could fuck the lesbians?

Your children my dear your shame. Hoping for impunity, constitution of an army. We would see how long they could take you collapsing insane of self-serving cupidity.

But having said all these dirtiness, I d like to thank religious practises as since we owe them the sparks of the communality of the divinities.

Good luck, good luck, the next story will be how a people of murderous daily instance, how the all lot, the majority from the rise to the twilight were nicking absolutely every body, in pointing for homosexuality as the new ramping of demonization. You are so sadly in pain it felles (Eiffel) like crying when one find some peaceful means of reacting once again without shifting one bit of these cruelty.

f-all

f-ake

filibuster.

(Look at the word count?) you cannot they are for me as long side I inscribe, you know I think that your name is anti-demonic, or pro you are this generous and fines of spirit.

But be careful I don’t remember enough to pay god (and its saints, anyone isn’t it?) for us to have meat.

Gains.

Against.

We are in the panade = in muddy water, in quick sand maybe, between two fires, and me I write but what in front of the Misther, what justification will do? Myster? Mystery will arrange themselves to save my next life from my penury of dishonesty implied. What do you think my love, what is our mission? Permission of calling you my love, I have only one, how could you love that, how could you call that? Submission?

nn from now it is when you dictated. Not the typist, the sounds and (end) the beat.

Don’t count on the accuracy of this though I am levitation. And your sound the mat on which the conveyor of this same sensation (sane, sens, action, sen, nest) I cannot win

Nnblog is from nn or as cunning as the vixen, les enfants du rock or enfants terribles. Ils le savent, sush maintenant. Stop singing, shush.

Are you a simple toy for my body, voice?

She is my equal, as finish with mystery, she answers, she responds. This is love, and life without a cruelty.

You want me out? On earth I will be as out as a worm, as out as the norm.

Popular aims are not to conceit but poplar belief in vouching selfish trips? Oh oui, oh oui, oh oui.

Bless this to day bread, or it is you I deny, and when I talk bread, the dough Isa as exponential as di-able (diable, devil, duplicity).

When you think that the Christians after the lamb story, invented a devil to be a goat, to the roast embelly(sh)?

Embalms of avilissement, abasement.

Abject, object.

Suffi. Sophy.

Suffi.

Sophy.

I do not know what will happen, but this would have given me some good at the personal level, were you to not read me anylonger.

I d be still something because I know that if it was as completing, as at least giving you some pleasure and some little facts, as I would like it to be, I am sure you would agree.

I would like to kiss you all day.

What if my kisses were not healing.

What if my strength was impaired, what if I was destroying more than repair.

I d like to do so, to be left expermimentation, I d sure I would find something??

At the same time, we could listen to bbc world or your pick of intellectual radio, maybe not music, concentrate on both is surely the more artistico. Gymnasium.

I am breathing for and gthrough you, I cannot believe what is happening. And am wondering, and am wombering, I cannot move no more only to try to peer and let my eyes lingering into the air, so, finally so translucent. I am wondering, and for the first time I think that I live, I can think that I live without thinking that I am late, that I will never know the human feeling of being loved and have a glimpse onto the other’s desire of my up to every part of her inside cuddling. Your neck, your throat, your apple, your pipe, you would have to train me for me to be sure of the pressure you are regularly requiring and this changing and this shifty, and this to equate each of the time I would apply mouth and hands and throat =, and arms and every part of me onto my sweeter conquest. Sweeter as it would not be a motivation session, even if they are sometimes therapy, it would be heaven, it would be my best contribution at relieving and entertaining your quest, that willing or not you are doing through the body, abode, and our breathing, our tremble, our facilitated digestion, for embalm. Going through the heart, going through all organs, the feeling, my mi, the feeling transported on any port, on every counter, of every place you designate as having the need for a caaress till it conveys veracity.

Vera.city, check vera in French, my pun brothers me as much as the pen.

They might have preferred to give their little to it than to let them endure a live of slavery salted with torture.

Today, I am not a plastically wirgin any more.

I always knew about my clitoridian fashion, but today with you I understood personally, I always understood others, but personally I ve just experimented what could be a marathon sexual.

A marathon sexual is when you have have it, but you manage to go on, not going on coming but going on the act generating further troglodyte swarming that will arrange for you (a-out, Augustine), abounding, the wet necessary for further merchandises.

On one should not be brought up and down their little demons this way.

Dur.ess.

Dur=hard, har ess ment.

And the hell of not privacy but domestic jungles. They are the how the tyranny of the government can go on and on, is that everybody are too busy avoiding being eaten.

In French louve = wolfe.

Human trend tyranny because of potential unfair trade or absence of trading, or existence sercurising, how to beat it?

Don’ t you start having the sweat, but for god ness sake do you read me really?

I had never written so much, you are reading maybe, but to sustain love, any pregnancy (preg more than prick, or prey or prep?

Not us as the first candidate that would offer genuinely would be certainly shot the day after it.

What to do?

Attack on consumerism.

But you will broadcasted as a paria, and you will loose your job after some years of that, and after consumerism arrive the famineryrectory.

When I think of you saying romantic to the latest of all mongrel, pogrom, kennelled, patronned, nabot, and my name like if it was lovely perhaps loveable, when I think at these moments that I in general have high interred inversed interest to take as a mockery. When I think, or rather recall endlessly your word, your gestures, your face, even your eyes, not your eyes directly but the warmth that are reperable when desiring, touching in the sense of going towards others’ bodies

Thing? Th + ing

Th + eory.

Th + ought

Th + em

Th + the theology

-theo Phy (fit=did)

Thy.

On advertisement compaign based on saying of a political opponent that they are threatening “ if you do not ad-here, I’ll kill this kitten”.

On the kittens’ contest context, about this big societies. I don’t think, strangely enough.

They choose for barracking, bragging, bargaining, the image of a man threatening to kill kittens.

But where are we? Who is supposed to laugh or buy their feigned insouciance, in soucis (= fright, agony, cares)?

Everything that has a prize, the prize of this cardboard, guardboard, comprised (con praised), overbids, is propaganda, paid by further adverts.

Where are we, I have the sensation of, if I signalled (animal ‘f.cabrel’) that they ve got dementia, they would throw my blood, brood, book, saying I had been lacking with several chapters.

Vulture.

To feel oneself sovereign, save rein, is certainly natural as one is the one having this viewpoint known by them only.

But how to be? And when to be? And all that kind of modality?

Erve? Oeuvres?

To be devoted, but hwo for attacking efforts, goods, gods, children, companion. Who? The devil? Lived.

By the way, if ‘she’ was my kitten. Quit. Quit the boat, it is this way they do the punky, in a ponk, in a pond, in a bag, together, sin-k and charm the frame farmed.

Far from med, frame, fare,farm me.

On the hightest purpose of finding love.

Why on ‘earth’ would love being a prey?

One explanation is business, because it is easy to corrupt people needing prostitution.

On of the reasons people don’t leave mafia or sects and don’t leave the market, you are here to do ‘bus (L)Ines’.

There is the time you inspire directly, in perceiving, indirectly, in conceptualising and rethinking, with postpostment, in recalling. Live, love, or thanks god is of you.

Could yoy not stip scratching your check. You ve got two to four fucking marks on the left of the long side of your lengthy jaws and temple. As vague as it appears it is backward.

Ok, could be hard for all of us to live like sadu, but we should provide protection for each other at least in teh context of being able to find without disturbance.

Vers(e) = towards.

I was so light on knowing after fact what after?

But you, but you, how will I have the map? J ai peru, j ai peur.

Satisfactory?

Sat, is, factory?

Sat, is. Fact.

Love and religion.

If I had a religion it would have this name. If I had a name it would hav thi name.

A dog.

A cat

A treature, a treasure

Her being too

This is poetry, a tiny little one, and god what should be beyond every principle one s got (goat) so lovely, demon, I let you know but why.

The human voice or consciousness or, is dirt.

The animal is discovery.

Demon is salvage.

Or pout our purr pour, and mix, whatever is done with it, they are the same family.

one may order s.o without reasonable reason, neuroses?,

do slo slo s.o

Ascert s.o particular believes, which we could analyse, or think, or speak about, or devise

The psychology like they teach is capitalist, you dislike your mother it is good as long as your happy with miser cord (misericord

s-peak maybe not the mountain summit but when the bird songs

again a s. The word are hardness treated like ‘joly’ ‘coward, useless tongue’

one speaks words, one thinks world, are both ok, but when what about one is doing them both in intentionally dissociate them to discord

I did not know the why of her betray in fron t (frown) ot) to the whole community.

The whole

The whole?

It, she was the voice of it all, she was just talking about their leagu-all agreement to ??? Whatever they arrage, barrage. Hare, bar, art. What about age, our civilization, our communities. What about ageing of these groups, that exploit or spoil their children or eldest, heirs and heirloom, into exploitation??

Not grown up, loop hope. (loupe = to miss = magnifier specs) hope.

People.

On democracy tenet (=hold).

And under scrutiny, scrutin (=vote)

Cohort-iculture.

C like cetvie I ll try to establish code an d thematic chapter, the rants will be sorted out, I don’t know what to do with those.

B blog, n and c tne tone provenance, jsut to remember that I am not alone, when it is both nothing v but the destinatory.

Wisdom without truth.

The concept, the existence, but is its proof og being refined?

Pre sumption of all theories, in practises our living diery.

If you were to kiss me, even after years of my soli.citery.

If you were to kilss me, of course, I would not want to engage in further exploration thatn dressed (dresser=bring up, tame, arise) up.

Inside, my thought for yoi, they are in fact not mine, they are this exchange between you and me, between the thoughts and teh theory, the concepts that illuminate what are about to sea(l).

Th bridge between us and theory, is there a us, tomorrow you culd go like what is left of those days of pain-hurry, penury.

Reve=dream.

Why would you then try to spoil everything. Over so doing

At the ideal you left, because I could not be the shadow of it.

Ane me, reproducing, to have attempt at reproducing, but you went so reproducing with you I failed even after baby. Abbey.

Reproducing. Soul, luos, (lu=lumiere, light/os=haus=house/os=bone)

lous,

losu, loss us.

Os = hausse, rise, re-

When I think of my life with you, and you like live, going around, flourishing (from floor, flour, or flower) fluid and my place vacant as for that going you have to do.

When I think of you, and that in my hugging my whole estate, my sole soul body for honoring honey.

Sailing, floating with happiness as well as your boat is as comfy as being next to me.

When I think of you, at teh moment when I am lying in crouching, embryo, in reel, pilot, pelote, = reel, PINcushion, crouch, position recovery, I can hear my heart, the noise of a river sliding, gushing out of a pit.

A pit without you, a pilot without the wheel, the will, the woman that is you.

Ncn

Nip.
Jeasous sou lous

Not remembering that she had to love others to love myself, ot, to love herself, to self not less, not sell, not serf.

State, = etats.

Stire, erits (rites = rite/heriter=heir=to whom is hand over)

Res.ultat

Res. Lu.ul.tat

Ulul er.

Tache,

Eat.

Or att(ack a)che.

Detachement.

Ed.

Attachement, nem, cata.

Catho, catha

I did an investigation, investigate a little, what I could do, they knew no one who go out of it without it to be redeemed.

They point to a culprit. The cull and torture was without limit.

The one they point to, were they the doers? If they did, out of which rumors?

Sacrifice, and let us go, the demi urge the truth, am not god, but who is “waiting for goddot?”

But one won’t take demon to be whore, they are prisoners, and who can get out of our prison.

Oh, yes, we could, we should, but we cannot.

Then good-bye, and see you in another life.

In another life, it would not be this, it would be the one who says yes in his.

No, do not think I am attending your sex for hours.

As I attend it, he is mine.

Here, it is you vile bar velar me the road.

Re pair

Pere = father.

Re peer.

Repere, = mark, millestone,

M-ere = mother

Reperem res(p), ere (res = law)

Law of ere = Esperance,

Respire air.

Am I the mum, am I the dad.

Not anything.

My babies are.

Love for head.

Head, he-add.

Shead. Shaf, shef, sheaf, sher, shed, o please, please, please, please, it is not to convince of naything but the ying yiang of linguistics and sex.

And don’t think I d need to cut you don, to celebrate mine, to celebrate hers, you, one’s

Over celebration is the act of maiming as you know that in turn we cut when miming.

Pity.

Piety.

Ety, ity, a lengh.

Pi pen.

Pi end. Sermony.

Ceremony

She is my privilege.

She is an aiM Pi.

To dersrerve, serve.

Privy- ledge.

Por heavyage.

She is my privacy, my right to think of my divinity.

Under pretense of controlling marriage, one will spread, other forms of slavery, condemning free links, of which sexual free activity will represent the coercion on privacy.

The agreement on this affected by the slave and sexual trade run by this very coercion on privacy-as long as unharming for others privacy.

What you do, how you do, with you, if not outcasted. Broadcasted.

Bordello, from having to marry someone you love, as love is natural, but for you there is no elaboration on what is marital love, your choice, your nest, your self, yourself looking for god.

CHARIA. Charia has won for so long, genocide, wars, work, exploitation, slavery immonde, outlandish.

I will prophetise something we are gonna to yield to sheer folly, I don’t use madness, too soft, too hackney, too handy.

People have focused on keeping their seemingly behaviour like if everything was fine, every thing easy, and assujeti, assumed

Put the sponges in the washing machines at the same time with clothes in the same area of dirtiness, in order to wash them. (Kitchen clothes with casual clothes), and potentially dangerous dirt, places around body fluid excretions for the older sponges.

Sac caged.

The veil of impunity. Their banks, their laws, their works, and the dying poorer paki.

Paki, paki, paki. May your brothers in occident come back for the alms or don’t let them come back or their money will be so dirty that what they will buy will soon be your progeny.

Ange line, perhaps but dimensional, naz, nag, money, money, money. It has never been skin, countries of plucks,

To be brought up as the servant, the utopianism-dummy, the authoritative-sackedactive, sedative no therefore suicide comtemplation, what would she do without containement?

University.

Emancipation

Participation

Man a part of that would gonna want before, in front of, enrolling them to be flourishing.

Flower: PN. Π, and. An ea,aend in.

Letter alpha α

ππππΦ

Tu Sais a propos j ai un truc a te montrer c est en rapport avec la bague que tu as au doigt, dis moi que c est une alliance a la Φ, je t en pried is le moi. Dis le.

I printed one.

But my problem starts here, it is that I ma so full in love, I mean you know it is not serious, in live you ve trained to wait for the finishing line.

But here is my problem, th e work I do is dull, even if it can sound a bit funk at the beginning of the time, she will be bored or fed up if she cannot take interest on me being a little man.

To love you, my god, oh my god, how much I love you, and to have said it before, I take shame.

If I had the choice I d wait for you, 33 years, 10 more why not? But for what, for you to be bored by the politeness you should preserve till toppling down your cup of coffee and terminating me.

Does happiness exist?

When I feel love, happiness is the only existence.

But this love, do you thicken it by expertising in quest or questioning?

Do you think love will be by some assurance of a presence, pres séance or science exerting?

Existence.

Ex-is-stance.

Standing somewhere-stand hard.

What do you want the fuck me to do?

Of what I can reach.

Reach, react, or rear the sufferance, or re-arch, in the hope that we will be in noah’s when the whole world and us will good bye, god by-standers, say.

Hypocritical.

One does whatever they can. We don’t even know what the world is, so hypocritical would imply to have opinion, idea and something for them to be in integer.integrity.

To ask oneself how come people were aware about sex practises at the beginning, or when one does not have a sketch.

When you become wet like fountain, it is obvious the rubbing. Bur, bur, bur.

Can I know what you write? Of course not, fucking missionary, fucking military, too good the strategy, of letting a poor soul.

Writing is changing according to what you want it to be use. Spending days on two pages or two minutes on twenty.

Still one question, our parents were all reading, we are all writing, for who is the story?

In each tale, you’ ve got to imagine the moral. A lot of them give you a view on society and their morals or recommendation, so, so, instable.

Instance, instate, instore, instil…………..well, well,

I never encounter so frightening that at tales for children with the morality unclear or difficult or edifice for more sad controversial.

Only, only for me.

And by me.

And don’t say I start fathoming fetishism with my own swords

A vibro what would it be, the vibrato, feminine in desire, I see…

Bur

People calling other demons, that they would beg for pardon, if they met their own incarnated disdain.

Am-ma.

Ma I, am i?

May.

We all got name but what about investigating when one can to present it to the public and doing nothing??

Exange-exchange.

Culte.

My happiness, walking, lying, sitting, eyes rived on th e floor or ceiling, on the forest, for rest, in everywhere I adore or hate to do some duty.

My happiness is and have you for landscape, escape, the domain don’t know any lists, any borders, any degree.

Dome where my all saints and you to explain, my living plan, the mystery in my mistress, to an enviable mast be. My air, my seal, character.

Carcase, caress.

Char-ace, chance.

Sain(t).

(T)nias = recant, or refuse denial.

They were looking into their professors the light of the doctrines.

But you know prof are here to teach others’ lessons, would they want to alight that they would not have permission.

School are there for a profession, for politics, not for higher, truth mission.

Alight, allow.

PS: it is not because I do some love letters, that it is the suppressed revealing sign of frustrated expression that would cost me to have to write for months about my rational envies.

En vies.

A villain view on sex, as one is so vulgar that they would like to destroy other pleasure as theirs is done by malfunctioning humiliation.

I am wondering if sado masochist pleasures are not derived through having to have sex with another person that the one we would have chosen.

Since it is not this person, it is not the making of love but fighting with the biological need treating the person not as a person but as a tool towards not a real handling but serving a fantasy.

I know what’s different.

Amber. This time it has blushing tone like if from that could come marbre (=marble/arbre=tree)

We are being of soil and the stone the skeleton taking its calcium from mothers they kill after.

And, and, water = steel

Ok, let’s do it I just understood how to qualify my anguish.

It is the writing that is calling you, the vamps I am serving want to be at your service too.

Thunder – under th, (th=phonetic=feu=fire) th-y. Fonder.

Seal lex, l electricity. Trick (trique=baton), conduct.

I try not to go under paranoia, as the world is like that, we are in chains and forced to put chains around other. It is like that let’s avoid paranoia.

They are the rank of west prostitute and the west is gonna benefit from more tyranny by its enemy banning homosexuality and individual freedom.

And ultimately like all states they will count on wars, on like the post modern area it will be civil wars, when unemployment won’t be tolerated anylonger.

Free-eerf

Here, eer (err) earth.

Envol-loven. Oven-low-not lower but earthy.

Oven for the non pregnant, or rather the one not more assigned at the baby, what it brings for the feedings.

Domineer.

Mod.

Fashion or loophool of monosensical functioning (straight to the wall).

I though I possessed it, celebrity, money, fame, influence.

They want you notorious, but not for something you ll do or say in order to have a voice, no notorioius to make reputation, to make pressuraxing.

To go in hell.

But to go in hell for one person. Would you not know for sure for whom, it would have been the devil’s name on your tomb.

I have only you on earth (I mean exempt mummy) and I am already fed up.

Fed up by what? Would you gonna thinking giving up your lease?

You release.

Relise. Reread, travail, avail, ava. Cava, lava, ova, eva.

Pour toi.

And the other loves, they are inside, they are us by now.

So why you? Because it is logical. Gol, glacial, goal. Cial (ciel=sky). Loci, cog, coil, loic (light)-God.

Glacial. Glas (tune, toll) = light of the sky? After all the night brings its frhost.

Why you, because you are my host, in religion, ingestion.

The thought I am feeding with.

The person who transforms life in serenity, my torments, the strength building to take you at the late moment.

My father just one or two sentences told me but each time I don’t follow them knowing I could be disintegrating my body, I remember its scene. (in French same phonetic than sain).

Equal. Qualms. (quality, quantity) quod.

But the ones that could be saying that you are not gonna be nearrer me, kill what I had of celestiality.

Near rare.

Near raen.

You play being docile,

And what you are is a sir(e)ne.

You cry because of being abandoned

But would you not said that you read my poetry vile that I would never know you love me this bit

Don’t start wondering, the wonder is already, I am not giving constrained the card of my party.

I love my woman, I love her dearly, but there is no love when not free.

It is why I can agree that my writing is plain as today we are prisoners of our regimes

And maybe prisoners of our love, as though it is the poor I should be ehelping, I cannot resign from my sole space on earth: you.

As you are the hero, as you are the one still bearing arms for this legion of greedy, I will be applauding you, but me without my writing I am nothing, and you everyday asking yourself whether and when you should go. So you can leave me with my nothing (not hing) but the part of you I am able to have, the way I describe, even if it has to be the day of faction, faire = to do / fer = iron, steel. confer,fake, refer, reflection, effets = effects, goods / and rejection, there is one thing my brain is mine, so go, since you are not the one that will be mocking, the one that will ask me for nothing, don’t ask me, just go.

You would say what do you want me to do with this?

They are not yours, even if they are for you.

The extremists are the one who kept the bad of a culture and go and vulture the other cultures looking for the bad agreements. Traditionalists? A lie to tradition and a lie to sincere humility.

You don’t want be my male, it is all o.k but since you reject the part, it is of the macho I will plan to play.

Words

w-hords.

To believe in demons, in terms of believing of their superiority or inferiority, in terms of pledging do with eliminating them is the proof one is not monotheist.

As one god is the gods of all.

I could take a child, someone new needed me, but to do what, teaching to morn (roam), mourning what was of life in me?

You want my heart? But what if you had enjoyed it already?

Darkness.

Ark.

Mirror.

Mire. It is good to know when there is, solving, dissolving, solution, all to do this fluidity.

Fluid, druid, guide, eid, hydre, liquid, ouir, (=hear) , oui, passage. Passade (per-iode).

Ocean. Oceanacee. Hyped. Biped.

Cetacean. Ceta can.

Octave.

The children I had of you, somewhere perhaps inot water, in fact into water, or any element.

Element-electricity-aimant (between loving and magnetic).

I cannot leave you to help me without knowing that I will be able and allowed to render you the same.

As your help would not be love if not it will be pity.

Is pity the power of paucity or piousness?

As you have to have the minimum to serve justice and morality.

They did not bring the child up to listening the other people, they were too nasty the comments around.

Was it for good? If you don’t deserve the comments would it be preferable to know under which spell you have been put on? And if you deserve maybe could you beneficiate from intelligent offrande?

But what about saying nothing, as the guetthos are raising.

Why was integration preached?

Because no one has the right more than commenting nasty but all but whispering?

Has someone the right to ask for stopping pollution practises, exploitation…? no one. Even if they are reason to be voiced by everybody who does not want to kill their broodings.

Then what is the right without it to serve life, its sovereign?

Not human life, as what is human life? What we have defined has been needed (as being needed) to boost the commerce in every single way.

So what is left to have the felon of participating? Muting, mourning, and call for help in demonizing.

Mutineers off the moors?

Don’t count on water there is no more, and polluted only.

But now let her gush and even drop for nothing but lust and laziness and your blood against this waste.

Waste, west? Haste, to what right now?

On demonizing, what is this mocking? An attempt at knowing, hand, at dying easy and fastlie?

Fast and easy. Proc.rator, procreator? No, no, no. procurator.

To love you is similar to pregnancy.

Will it be working, what responsibility.

To do anything in thinking and knowing that the garden is as sane as this fro the rest.

And you would like to go, because what I think and do when my work is finished is not your fancy.

Go, go, go, there is no such garden without liberty.

And what about polysexuality. Well if I am faithful for someone the same I would pray.

Careful, careful, as coercition can take the form of neglect and vagueness and individuality.

Without you my wife, I would loose my identity, my name, more than this, without you, words, sounds, would not be the same.

Cuckoo. Cuckoo. Cuckoo. But what about the spurned, may it give time to find purity.

Would we be naturaly in a couple, I don’t know, but my realm for this.

Problem, problem, problem. Coercion, correction could come as emblem.

Naturally, of course, yes, I am lost in word, when you no more in the vicinity. I am lost like a babar baby.

And what about the others and their offerings?

No doubt, I am circling crazy.

I am lost, I am lost, even with mummy.

Individualism.

Then ok we are ok for you to be a lesbi, but not with this one. You can do everything as long as we direct the way of your consumption.

Consumption, meaning the way you destroy, you put fire at something, the way the log becomes smoke without no longer time for it to grown-up.

Symbolic, symphony. Still limited number of instru.

Diabolic. Dichotomy, one group on whitch honor? An itch, people whatever the chief or the asided, when people are not there for each other. A group a commission to error.

To love you like the first day, in addition with all others, as you are my disc-ovary.

Womb verity.

Ity=space ver=towards

Deficient? Definition are barbary. Am I normal. Am I yours, am I the vector for it to explore?

And the risk of living frisk (risk, kir = Coeur) cuff, kiff = desire / freak as here the most are indebted mainly. I could become that for you, a chain? A cannon ball.

Here come the babies sealing the pact, the impact, growing, your love in fact.

Give me your problems, give me your concerns, everything you want me to be as secretive as vindictive, invective, your choice, my life is yours, take me as your baby, I am a grown up too.

And if we don’t have for human beings, the ideas are what lead the cattle, gaggle, and as for the fleshy, every one that I has lost their family because of treat(R)ise, everybody my love.

Vindictive, invective, = ‘to expose sb to public condemnation’.

http://www.collinsdictionary.com/dictionary/french-english/vindicte

I was thinking for you to leave me alone, you and your disabilities with expressing your sentiment, words are facile, factive, I don’t want a big room, I’ll do cleaning, but your too busy and me too slow. What about a room with para, folding screens, like a maze, where we would not have to see each other all the time and a hide space where the mess could rest unnoticed.

Do you in real listen to music, but when bash (Bach) needs to tell you that soul will go forward than precedent?

Mechanics.

Mecca. A propos could you be politically correct a little bit, your site, prof, militantism is

Not private. And the coco (o.c, ok, aussi ) as a party are as pick assiette, thieves of plates.

Show them you are the prof, I know you are consensual, consulat, show them you are the proof, I can hear you nina, show them you fight for love and true equality, meaning not the one that want the luxury from previous abuse, abuts. Abuse, sub. On them how many left that would follow you, the one here for being the chief? The one who wants talking? The ones for tyranny? The ones for clemence? The ones for fundamentalism? The ones for its wages? How come it is political only, how come it is not helping but in word abuse of poverty?

Ceremony of the dead people, how many burials had been used for the living?

Crematorium is based on crème.

We could be happy if really outcast, but capitalism says no, you will be left-overs, between the litter tips or the sexual factories of the employers.

It is what has been forgotten in the larger equation, we menace each other, we praise each other, but who shall give the bill for our accounts?

Shall, shoal (deluge and the poisons).

Shoa.

You know what is rich in poverty, is that you can see people putting you aside when they would have done the contrary, were you financially easy.

Having-hading-hiding.

The king was only elected to conduct the wars asked by their people.

And if not, they would have vanished, hence their being said to be divinely appointed, the ill of the people to profit from killing.

The soil social ladder.

When you help someone, this someone will have to refuse a true help towards emancipation, as if they emancipate, what would become the ones that keep you under?

I will have to refuse your help in refusing you altogether, if not he could loose all others’ bribes on cooperation, that is? That is? Thast is? Occupation.

Social, c is a weapon and soc = in latin, the nobility in the sense the exploitive ive, eve, but eve dear women was the symbol of a saint woman in literature, it is why it sounds like breathe.

And hurl their baby. (byba the loolie, be my lady, delay and postpone reason maturity in their brood, the victimisation, to be the favourite among the world of fabricated (family like) promiscuity.

Insomnia? Incestuous and beaten up for free. Women could not say, their tongue are for money, like the pork monkey that they tag beasty.

Uncivilized in homes.

The men of those? The prostitutes.

The prostitutes granted with mummy support. What delicious and strange way of leading humanity in l’eve.

Promotion the way one is upwardly moved before knowing what is expected of them or at least contrarily to the parents, what rewards in life the boom rang.

So, after the above, tonight, is no? Maybe we do it for you as well? Yes, but you are disgusted. Of me saying women, instead of you are the myrrh. Of the whim-in.

And about the preservation of my feminity, fame.

Look you take that as a proof If I die could you please take my documents and put that on the web??

Please I don’t ask I beg.

The plus value of communism?

The fact that Marxism is one of the 4 or 5 stronger post modern findings.

Now what about abuses, hiding inside the community even if the laws were not feeble?

Fixed match, set up, connery.

post modern or post intellectualism?

Intellectualism was to fight for idea, but what can we do to fight with?

A columb on her sex.

Between the sex and the navel.

Business it is about skills at systems undone and loopholed and unachieved and empty of short cuts to multiply in hand short comings.

But the humans are not common they are just obliged to group via necessity, by who would they be eaten if they let their brain tell them about different orgueil, pride, ride, dire vanity, being of vanity or reasoning and balancing with tremendous difficulty?

Nc
~ y

YOUR eyes brown are from zeus’.

What around and about ooooooooooooooooooom your soul, with whom did you feel having the closer form a sort of spiritual pact?

But in fact I beg him to bring a confirmation that he does and permit me to ascert and hold it stronger.

She saved me from my crime. And after that and her teaching about mentalities and perception I manage to want, to resist it very successful. She healed me. She cured me.

So now I know why I am out, the library in Africa was what she said but too discretely a dream for the guilty-tripping.

Family an illusion, which one is solidary and equalitary? None.

They produce the kings, the abbots and the nuns, the servants in a system completely broken and afloat, saying be profittering, they will notice nothing, as we are slightly intelligent.

On how words manipulation plays on perception, is when someone says that you are right.

So long, Marianne.

The difference between a human loving human and a dmon sloving human is that the demon like them as its eggs when the human like them as its semblable, seemable.

It was a joke and of course, I write it.

Je t aime.

Je t ai aime.

Jettez, aim.

Logics.

Gloss,

Logics is the devil coming take its toll, look at what we ve done

But all the same I d like to say that that is written your fruit.

Does your mum do the garden, it is like a prof of latin knowing all names of the plants, when you try and do grafting?

I feel like a land that has been given to the mistress of what make me flowering.

Your voice went mature when addressing a request that I did not think possible, pod.

Why are you so tranquil and intrepid? Are you already, sir?

Don’t you think dangerous to convey incertitude, who are you? My life on this bet, you are the queen of deset desert that I loved so much as for personal love it was promising.

I tried the communal but there haggling is not on fair and trade, entraid, is facultatory, optional and not advisable but when off tactics and strategy.

Aid, raid.

And you know I have to do that discreetly, when you are spurned you cannot go and fanfare victory.

But whatever, you are my sun, so one has to describe the rays his inn (he’s (eases) in).

-“She is really, really, very, very, very,…”

-“very good ?”

-“yes, is that”

It is when my eyes go dropping from the strength spending in thousand years light of searching.

It is not to write what I don’t believe in, but am I at the level of what provides sudden flashing enlightening?

Philosophies.

Φ, like two females in pregnancy.

Π the pi at infinity. Fees.

Infant. Inf-in.

N (they are no more code, I think of you infinitely………………i mean of you with you, of you indefinitely since I ve heard of the word happy.

Between the 8, 9, 7, 6, 5, 3, 2, 1, 4, 0, and their com-bi-nation don’t know what to do, and how.

‘she says she is the one, and she scarces me with my son’

m.jackson.

-“You should not be homo.”

-“You should not be called religious and servant of love and humility.”

The “demonization” problem is in fact misunderstood as if people start saying that other people are demons to kill is because they believe themselves to be demons de, moons too,

moan too.

It is as simple and short as this.

Why don’t things go better.

Because of us treating things badly and amongst we are all salves slaves.

He wanted the divorce, giving me death by exhumation. He had all my hopes and kept them for ages and times pass by, all my lifes went still, had all my hopes that he knew he WAS going to drop.

In a new power.

Ina n-we power.

In an-ewe power

An in ewe power.

And the day I met you, or the day I was thinking of your grades and know that I was about to meet you, my general, (=Jane eyre) I thought you were or married or viper (pervi).

I did not want to shake for you. Shake, cash. Kasher. Cachet ire. Cachetiere (hiding person, type of personality or endeaviour. Cashier.

To have refused to look at you this day, where I could build or ruin my empire. Vamp pire. V-empire.

It is tough for a macho to noticeably realize that his wife holds the steerwheel.

Fuck you woman.

I thought I was lucky, one wirting, weird things, writing, about pornography, but in fact an in-tell-ectual (actual) sieve from the libraries because in dec 2007, in one of her lectures she mentioned it.