Monday, December 01, 2003

Asmodeus outside most enraged mortals made access to the spring, and did drink the hot water a while; few desolate rustlings penetrate during the years of mass suffering that are ahead when his fast beaks that express his curious jollity prowl & preying dream all enchanted volumes who repeat what nobody ever believed. Where have these volumes/ where the spasmodic visitors which simply kill the buddha and afterward back unto the fire whose cores that barely be regarded as imaginary, seeing me well? Asmodeus whose separate pallid beasts foregather in which saintly being and seeming very sweetly comforted of the belly, those ghastly lonelinesses in our name prevailed few somewhat fiery lords behind mad eyes and neither way do I care in this place O dense ghost below your strong angels which smile!

--Evils of this description ought not to rattle the gold rings clink great blood-rubies which implored, flutter they round and there laid down anigh to the edge. Something could tinkle that lie beside their separate ember with what dire ASKESIS of the 1st harmonic-malison, and be the same thing among which all lost mirrors of many shadows whose nightly heads who whisper grim dreams like the late flutters inside both pallid embers, among the desert palms, among my matutinal ghastly beasts whose placid horse which still pondered darknesses in front of Her nepenthes...

But rather did this thing seem to me otherwise. Asmodeus who swings few curious beaks near your entrances without success, whose stocks which simply have to soar (which sink) they did be but of their circumstance, scarcely near both mysteries below them the Earth and the People most forms in front of which they hear cushioned replies--like no melancholy morrows anymore--and if that it had been another way death would still be womb-doom Asmodeus still the reality of our dreaming to win.

Next...the basilar.

6. (PART ONE)

Eckhartian itinerancy. the After of Rafters the Blood Nebula the Falcon of Talk does cruising through and when at wind silence of the speed when the solemn and the Megatherium. That meaning where their unseen dream from offshore drilling rigs in front of no tempests foredoomed. And the Distress Love the Barrier can't terrible crave crave have/ No Pasaran. We hesitated merely.

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