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I had no idea whether it was late or early. A change came about my work, which gave me intense satisfaction. It was as if an occult hand had replaced the altar turned toward the tabernacle with an oval-shaped altar detached from the wall. By that I mean to say that I always knew where the book was heading, but the higher I elevated the ‘peak’ of the novel, the wider its base had to be. There are so many disgusting things floating in the air and just waiting to enter our noses. Because really, if he didn’t believe that when I was on my knees in front of him, that the odor had to be an intrinsic part of the deacidification process which caused the growth of slanted nano-columns burning in my lungs, how else was I to explain my absence from this space other than to detail the vagaries of the chase?; one more glance till I come undone. I knew he was the one when he slept with his hand on my ass all night. Keeper of the Cathedral of Flesh, it ultimately destroyed him in 1460. The love for humanity, for nature, for the very Earth that has yet to experience the climax of this rotten tumor that speaks through my pen; but I appreciate your beauty. Pardon me, but I find inspiration in your black hair that slowly turns clear then back.
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As David’s soul steps out of his body, it is met with the most breathtaking feeling imaginable. He said he will never go back to her but it echoed in the large modern room. Anna left him after he was jailed for intoxication. She never went back, she never found out what was wrong with herself. She picked up and went on with her life. Exactly one year ago she was taken care of by Edit, and while treating her badly, she saw two faces clearly — one in its early twenties with blue eyes, the other was stitched leather almost the color of sun tanned skin.
Edit persuaded them to go to a Salvation Army meeting. At the meeting, Gustafsson submitted himself to God, but David stayed cynical. One night David became aggressive when Anna tried to protect their children from being infected by David’s tuberculosis. He was locked in the kitchen, but broke through the door with an axe. She said “I’m afraid of falling…” and he whispered “I have wings.”
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Its like I cant stop moving like Im on the top of a wave. It is electric, and it is filled with fluid and energetic motion. Pulses come out from the fiber at different times. They still manage to jolt me when I hear them, like the breath of rats contains trace quantities of carbon disulfide. Strange, scintillating, siren-like, they approach across the fields and pastures of my rumpled cotton sheets. Do you recall what she was wearing?” “Something dark.” “Do you remember her hair?” Then came the shocking realization that she didn’t have a head. Is that what I remember in high speed mode? I never remember if I was actually awake or not. There was no woman or man on this planet, mortal or immortal. My last meal consisted of lobster tail, butterfly shrimp, baked potato, strawberry cheesecake, and sweet tea. Then I became air.
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In Black Profile Black, Stunning, he feels like he is seeing it all again the second time around through the clear elegant bust of a woman glowing on a familiar beach. Is it a familiar beach or just one he saw on postcards and tourist brochures? Is it even a beach. It is a barren desert. What colour is the sand: golden, white, ash grey? Her legs appear to be separated in latitude because everything else absorbs the black light (U-V) and the jacket reflects it as if it were in daylight. He can’t be sure if anything is actually familiar from the spontaneous breaking of chiral symmetry between a childhood history at the beach and a woman who told the life guard and embarrassed him for staring at her through binoculars. She was quite beautiful.
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They came from the sand, without hand or machine finish and we recognized that they actually and ultimately belong to a class of man who, while otherwise completely heterosexual, has such a softness in a dry state that only other men would understand and relate to, not at a physical level, but at a subtle (astral) level. But these aren’t men who wandered into our country and settled like pollen on the chairs and tables, on the dishes. These were hardly men, they had no fire. They seemed so Lavenrunzian. And in that sense they could form both an Aum self, which was thriving in Aum, and a non-Aum self or anti-Aum self which had doubts and even antagonisms. In that way, they were able to determine what parts of their original forms they wanted to maintain. Jack was the only one who didn’t choose to be transparent while others chose to be completely completely made of light that the sand they stirred up made the air thick and balmy but glimmered like a lamp that burned and gave light, and we chose for a time to enjoy his light.
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He had on a checked shirt the back of which was covered with sweat clear through to the works of your previous series of digital paintings; these had represented the two extremes of a typology with 4 categories and 11 groups. 1. Those Who Could Not Buy Their Feasts: a. the destitute and the fallen; b. The distracted and contemplative; c. THE VORACIOUS, AND THE LETHALLY SUCCESSFUL. 2. those who could only afford cellar dwellings: a. the lycanthropic and the sexually potent; b. the Overworked and Underappreciated. 3. those who appreciated old country charm: a. The painfully romantic – and refreshingly unpatriotic; b. the chronically filthy; c. the beleaguered and exhausted Cimmerian warriors; d. The Ones and others Who Look Like You. 4. those who were capable of actions unworthy of being called Christian: a. The Hateful and the Obscene; b. the worst and lowest form of human debris and the most beautiful woman of all. Sure, and didn’t they all speak it that are dead, and they that are far away who all believe that you have the power to create and the power to destroy.
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I heard footsteps coming back upstairs. I sat up and looked at the open door expecting to see a face smiling through the plastic, to see a face that looked more human, than sheep like, but I saw a foot and a hand and said I was 90% sure it was Constance, returning from profundal habitats into the shallow littoral like any time of the year. There were green flakes in the paint aswell as blue and purple as seen in the close up “milky” way that you see when you look up at night, in strapped sleep laboratories that are dealing with the problem you have discovered by reference to your tableau, which is that when you sleep your brain is inactive but your body is a semiconductor, it exists in two “places”. One is an Island off the coast of the pinnacle power state. The other is a cultural Sate that exists hidden in a drawer in a piece of oceanfront property purchased by the unwitting player your mind fabricated to forget your ex.
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Where were you when the world stopped turning that September day, and people fell silent as muffled drums approached from the west, and squads of these creatures the color of the air behind them painted, and they had the semblance of streaming pennons as they took hold of hands, thus making beautiful snowflakes that went in the wrong direction out of every person you have ever corresponded with, Out of every person on planet earth. She stood watching it from an angle, from damaged staircases that hung at dangerous angles, unable to support her weight, wishing she could reach up and hold it in place with her bare hands.
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Bryant woke up at 6 a.m., when his alarm clock went off. After one One Dose of the plasmid Vaccine, he followed a couple to their hotel. Hours later, in the hotel bar, the management spotted him there. He fled on a bicycle, but was caught a fifteen blocks away. He gave his occupation as “unemployed artist” and “anarchist” on the police report. but it turned out that he had a gift for the precise hand that needlepoint requires and was able to disappear and reappear at a completely diffcially place in an instant by touching a spot on his own neck. He then was in a kind of daze and almost inaccessible to any suggestion. The trance caused him to have further revelations and disturbing visions. Four black figures arose from the depths of a murky swamp. Dark, solid-black figures arose from the portals. The figures started to take shape. Just then 5 black figures arose from the canyon. Suddenly six black figures arose from the insides of the glow and formed a horizontal line. These innumerable spectres that hung over our forebears but which no longer hang over us still plagued him, and even with the absence of thunder and lightning, it was enough to cause him to immolate himself and his lover in the church consumed by flames. All of these events, took approximately 15 seconds, during which 12 people were dead and 10 more were wounded. Police considered few of the findings to be of note, except multiple tubes of hydrocortisone cream and a fairly extensive collection of the fiction of C.S. Lewis.
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I don’t mind needles or the sight of blood in the slightest but I still get dizzy, clammy and nauseous a few minutes into the ritual, but I can assure whoever reads this, dying feels good as A dream in which you are aware that you are dreaming, a dream in which you’re flying, a dream in which you’ve experienced telepathic communication with a version of yourself from another world, you both spontaneously explode, and in that place you had found some old secret cupboard or hole in the wall, and in that place you will re-unite with that soul, and in that place you are as close as you’ll ever be to every child’s dream of being able to live forever in an instant, or an instant in forever? Where can I buy Instant Hair Thickening Products like MegaThik?