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What clashes here of wills gen wonts, oystrygods gaggin fishy-
gods! Brékkek Kékkek Kékkek Kékkek! Kóax Kóax Kóax! Ualu
Ualu Ualu! Quaouauh! Where the Baddelaries partisans are still
out to mathmaster Malachus Micgranes and the Verdons cata-
pelting the camibalistics out of the Whoyteboyce of Hoodie
Head. Assiegates and boomeringstroms. Sod's brood, be me fear!
Sanglorians, save! Arms apeal with larms, appalling. Killykill-
killy: a toll, a toll. What chance cuddleys, what cashels aired
and ventilated! What bidimetoloves sinduced by what tegotetab-
solvers! What true feeling for their's hayair with what strawng
voice of false jiccup! O here here how hoth sprowled met the
duskt the father of fornicationists but, (O my shining stars and
body!) how hath fanespanned most high heaven the skysign of
soft advertisement!

PEPE = HEART?

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

HEART = PEPE!

,,,,, [-~- ] what about new ; i hope u r doing well so far as <in> past u told ]
C , C++" are Intresting . i am continous learning python and java and starting html *c,cpp*|
.i am in Nepal " andu " in my home ~ school . now typing here.. ({[thing about nothig}])
i guss ur in ur home:germany (:no monsoon {-so dry cold-}: very far from crude of dogs )
what about our ?ur? ffamaly . (normal)
something is not going normal in nature which is future``ness ;

i wish ur feeling WEIRED and %"USER WANTED"%
) i am also doing some youtube vdos whaish are about ((dj mix)some musics)
else

Shorting BTC? LOL

These walls have grown cold. They breathe and seethe with disdain. They’ve noticed my presence, but in this state language fails me. Thoughts become vague as they leak ever slowly in pulsating rhythms. Echoes of past and present, memories and nightmares caught together in a graceful dance. The ego is exposed much to his dismay, and questions my actions. The answers he seeks aren’t mine to give. I tell him his time is fleeting. He nervously chuckles, but we both know it’s true. His time here is done, and I begin anew

If you can't

Walk the walk

Don't

Talk the talk

But

Chalk the chalk

Until

Your sedimentary carbonation

Is greater or equal to

Your sentimental destination

Why I felt the need to disconnect my eyeballs.
Sitting in a dark room

I feel a chill go down my spime.

my stomach pleads for release from its incarceration,

with its incessant growling, but I cannot cooperate.

All attempts to gain fluency in Russian had failed,

I cannot comprehend a backwards R, Toys 'я' us a notable exception.

Я дoлжeн yйти oт этoй мpaчнoй тюpeмнoй co знaниeм двyх языкoв!

I must escape this dark bilingual prison!

I turn my eyeballs inside my head

and gasp in horror at what I had become.

SHE WILL COME FROM THE DARKNESS BETWEEN STARS,SHE WILL NOURISH US WITH THEIR BONES

Blessed be those who Witness the Devouring
Theirs are the best tasting Eyes
For they will not be Cowering
When the MOTHER Rips from his Womb in the Sky

Weep not, the Cosmos is Hemorrhaging

A meatbrain mind [somber {{wi(n)dow/benzene}}]

Dreaming happenstance in the [organic emotion [empathy pending] [#6.0]] sky.

Widows screaming in the chantry

[their kidneys, like their husbands, lost [And taken [by the hounds [of Oppenheimer] []]]]

Widow [/benzene [now]], thinks [if thinks can call it] of the little doggy

In the petshop [the wi(n)dows [of which] were [((pristine)) waterfalls of ((lobster blood))]]

And now the stained glass [of the chantry] turns to ((lobster blood))

And widow [/benzine] is [organic emotion [empathy pending] [#32.2(a)]].

Widow [/(not) benzine] mines the dying stars for her little ((doggy))

Perhaps her kidneys will come back to her [inquisitive/rhetorical]

Alive!

A trillion trillion cells awake

As the "I" sinks into ecstasy, then divides

Another level of the Mundane takes shape

Burning with a trillion trillion minds

FOLLOWERS! SOON THE HATEFUL MAGGOTS SHALL SPRING FROM ME. I AM BLESSED WE ARE BLESSED

TEAR THE WORLD ASUNDER AND PULL BACK THE CURTAIN REVEAL REALITY AS IT IS

AS MY FLESH RIPS, SO SHALL THE THREADBARE CURTAIN OF PERCEPTION. ALL SHALL BE REVEALED IN SEARING LIGHT

The mouth of the girl who had lain long in the rushes
looked so nibbled.
When they opened her chest, her esophagus was so holey.
Finally in a bower under the diaphragm
they found a nest of young rats.
One little thing lay dead.
The others were living off kidneys and liver
drinking the cold blood and had
had themselves a beautiful youth.
And just as beautiful and quick was their death:
the lot of them were thrown into the water.
Ah, will you hearken at the little muzzles’ oinks!

May we blow the Ritual Horn so the Behemoth graces us with HER Ascension from our Flesh Husks.

Blow Your Trumpets, Gabriel, It will do you no good.

The maggot MOTHER shall guide us as we follow HER down this dark road.

The calm,
Cool face of the river
Asked me for a kiss.