Ensue the ingestion

So much psyched, today, I feel. This slouching dash to the fructuous vast plains of bliss, an egress from the despondent repentant bop I have been affiliated, can only be as forged as truth can be. These small gifts are dilating the yonder, and in conjunction with the salted water spilling therein my dream world, I get hummed with reality, at last! No more cleavings to tweeked past, no fear for the ahead, no sympathy for the devil’s dew. This action of wading inside one’s innermost damnation could not endure for ever. It would, ultimately, procure impairment to the esoteric quintessential. Do I jostle my precious luck, I would say, I do, like an immaculate Acanthus, like a forsaken author being encountering a multitude of scruples down in a succulent lost hope dungeon. Are we all one..? We are all one and each is all… different encoder, same consciousness.  

The Restaurant

in other news

the Weinstein conjecture in contact geometry, stating roughly that you can periodically masturbate in front of women without being accused of harassment, has just been disproved in full generality, thus establishing that space-time is of dimension at least \( 4\).

Could they carouse the staggering precedent

Such ingrates. He is not sniveling, he is blending the truth. Dutifully with the sickle of the web, from their cubicles, they are placing their supposed irrepressible creations without console the other with dialogue or any form of affiliation. Dry protrusion of mind commodities. Could one, invariably hold static in mind, that the outcome would be to prolong and variety in conversing. The stooges are wading and abolishing any reminiscent immolation towards a rigorous predicament to re-unite. The time a specimen transmutes stupefying for the keyboard fluency of a member’s fingers, then a phony lucidity arises in the form of a comment. Would it be regarded as a relentless context that would also coexist as hampering commotion for future sultry swivels towards the writhing in the form of placing and withdraw. 

μουσική διάπλασις των παίδων

Μοιράστε μουσικά όργανα.
Τα λιοντάρια (αγόρια) πάρτε τύμπανα και ξυλάκια,
τα υπόλοιπα ζώα (κορίτσια) κουδουνάκια και μαράκες.
Ξεκινήστε να τραγουδάτε το τραγούδι.

(Μουσική, Γ´ και Δ´ Δημοτικού, Διόφαντος)

Stifled, and with a slight repugnance

The crotch of time is spotless. Time is accredited of providing the most exegeses for the nameless downpour of what our affiliation brings. Being tally with our persecution, although we are infused by it, we diminish its value, the one we previously accredit and contradiction occurs, contraction prevails and similitude to the static wherein no wallow is sighted. The subservience of utilising in an oppressed interaction although seeming sanctimonious and heredity instrument whisking, it isn’t profane. There are no shackles. Fortuity is what is desired in each case and to appease only sublimates inveterate foul relentless. “Why we didn’t brake our pseudo-made-impediments and affirm ourselves to become over-indulged with our self-made nefarious putrid”. So many scruples to jostle in order to ensue such a notorious ingestion. Reminds me of convincing a harpy that jeering is delectation to her kind and she is gifted to expropriate the sorrow of the humans’ heart. The spatial deficiency of the innermost diminution of allusion invariably leads to a shrouded immanence meeting. Is anybody there? Any marrow? Maybe a herald to pass the message… Oh, will I halt these twaddle. It can be appalling like being inescapable to bury a cadaver. The gravedigger is never oppressed. But the fretted crowd palpitations are cunning. They depriving the truth. As the text descents into the furrow, the hidden sun is bestowing cerebrally ovation to the carrions.  

Visage by the forsaken mirror

It is such a scruple to preserve one's statements. The more jostle is occurring the less the effort remains quintessential. Once obtained a goiter, despite of being joyful towards an ingestion act, it would be highly recommended to ensure a notorious shrouded investigation on own esoteric latent attributes

Please, redeem unctuous proclaiment !

The foregone conclusion of communication being needfully inveterate, turned out to trek at a furlough. Was it sanctimonious or impudent to repent the absence of such "galooting" interceding, supporting that commenting should be chronic. Was it just a titillated idea to over-indulge eventually to an alleged pacified fortuity, which, loosely, would be highly foreseeable.  

Fervor and folly for getting back in the saddle

The persecution of himself that he was protruding was unfathomable to accord with his affiliation to a redaction. Although he was infused by the similitude wherein ended up as a contraction of their omnipresent primordial course, he was ascribed as a rutting stallion each time he had to confront his immaculate motives 

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The Look

The Password

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system of a public broadcast

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