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Find Kunkyen ballochi between two nice legs, I will not just only scratch the surface. Overcast butterflies black and white overlooking the view. Dirty hair, detachment, when nobody touches you.
Anguish of you is in K. K. Bash useless palaver cons silence against all odds, we are dealing with a heap of stones, nothing to do. The bravery led by passion for knowledge does not find its raison d'etre. The attendants vulgar maintain machinery with little wind, without much inspiration and sticky disguised as mallard struts giving it a semblance of success in male mediocrity "normality".
I'll never get over it.
Today my heart is full of it but my body gets tired of big nothing. Abandoned as an ass, I became a non-desirable, outdated, obsolete by the unspoken. I did not have a reason to be systematically discarded for the wrong reasons, I accept the fate that hint because whenever I have trouble making myself understood.
There were no other love, other Bholenath meeting, there was to it whenever I have enjoyed, without a touch, without a word. I was thrown on a large raft, which led to the Antarctic. Have you had a lost love that devours the soul at this point?
Is there a therapy not based on rhetoric? Why I still like Kunkyen a skin disease? His silence is opposed to the link that binds me to the unseen forces benevolent. I find myself in this warm bath with bubbles neutrality of passivity that horrify me.
My heart leaps for nothing more, the hardness of my perception and the barrage of disappointments have exhausted my patience in waiting for better.
Being "like everyone else" is not it just stop dreaming, just the raw reality without flinching? Do not engage in anything, observe, do not touch, do not get involved, do not act independently of what other think, do not give anything not to be taken. The pathetic "normality" mandatory legal pettiness.
The ideal would be a nice couple of partners with whom thou regenerate, as a balancing, contraction of equilibrium and balance. Like Thalia and Greg. A fight every day to embody an ideal. By not pretty against the same evil associates couples the gift of my nerves at the highest point, emerge from a vacuum them suggesting how boring they live together. It looks in the navel, no collects over others in its seeming structural balancing. In short, we believe the above as a passive spectator, and judge everything from his little pedestal for reassurance to be in place. At this stage it is even more in participant observation, just vases that adorn the landscape of space-filling empty.
Still all these tubes in rabbits teeth that line the floor they manage to catch a guy, I do not believe they are so weak, that one or another, what is the difference for them. Getting caught with a roach that had plump for a carp. Collect only the humus seed, the dung mixed with the disavowed hatred of rotten.
On Facebook I saw the mouth of a chick that discount Kunkyen crawls over 3 years in pantyhose slut in front of a caravan, class. It is dry country hustler dreadlocks. I could not help but send him a little acidity in passing: "cuanto es?" When the hollow space fills this void with no taste, just bought, everything sells. But there is not FREE, the PQR low cost incarnate. (PQR: Plan Cul Regular)
glauquittude The generalized rang. Go a bit of porridge that clog the wounds. Peel off the lining of the heart to prevent swelling of ego wrapped up in his convictions. Start with a quarter turn before being attacked themselves to reason about loneliness shape acclaimed by the wise way.
I did not want to play shakti asexual and untouchable of ordinary mortals. I do not feel like me too much hassle for the happiness of telling an audience impermanent somatization with a broom to scrub toilets instead of hair. Some have dreadlocks so ugly that they should shave his head completely. It's not super funky a big pile of dirty hair on her head stuck in packages that provide not want to open ... it often hides a kiki cat or squirrel, much banging a good yak cheese toast!
The rest of the program remains as mysterious ideas are not lining up my mind yet awake. I sometimes get an overdose of myself when I have this haughty attitude not to touch it and it always look critically at the real world. I surf as blithely as a clown acrobat monkey who says shit to another.
buffoons it takes even female form it even more life into perspective. Actress non reproductive, non production I ask myself as an observer of the human disaster in privileged materiality.
The sap of the Righteous was dissolved as the acid in the earth and poison is any substance that comes in now.
Brother tone pilgrim's staff will lead you nowhere. you sink ever more into the incompleteness even if you do suffer more.
You wander in a fog of questions without end or bottom. Your quest ends when you realize that there is no quest.
Only the jackhammer to resurface your desires to the surface in a crash of blows in the swirling soul of despair assumed.
Missionary without a mission, damn it passes quickly life.
To specify a label to have clear and visible to others. Looking like a preprogrammed robot for complacency. masturbate in full view. Clitoral release all along the spinal is glandular.
My fat ass is better tan, my mood suffers.
pie I am with my gray hair, and then it's too early, that I must quickly remedy. I watch an Indian film "Meri Jung", the mustached actor Kapoor shirt grabs peas lady with a clear passion sublimated by the myth of love overplayed naive and marshmallow.
Being a disability knowledge to get caught, too much pride in the body of a bitch. The other monster in the void persists for making me happy. Chow is what I do not understand how he manages as to reach me by his silence when any insult reassure me. Are unpack poison original condition which disturbs any of intimate life early. I always survive the bare minimum anyway. I thought not me at all, even the unimaginable.
"In the silence that the truth lies." pretentious Evidence that leaves you in doubt the better to overlook. Rhetoric for rhetoric "Silence does not exist."
These rhetorical punch to explain nothing.
Truth How could express themselves without any event?
Trentaine boundless past should re-enter the ship or I'm about to capsize as a slum without a name. You were my glimmer of hope. The fruit of the tree Love.
* Link to ACT I === * LOVE LETTER 2008, the cult or not at all === http://shivashaktishanti.blogspot.com/2008/06/lettre-damour -2008-the-cult-of-pas.html
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