poison_ivy @ 2005-02-02T22: 30:00
I avoid the halls. Every time I enter, I blow against a wind that bears witness that there are two worlds. The Entzauberungskraft this place is huge. This other world where you have to be is nowhere so clearly against the background of social and professional obligations, the complementary contrasts to their own truth, which the Great Impasto stroke and painter with vibrant colors-stinking raises the screen. So I think avoiding the halls, the reminiscence of a stage because, when I grow out of me, think, and in the stalk with the fatal knowledge of the ubiquitous always obvious even to return never more. Beautiful as always continue to ruin instead of lurking flame heating.
Where are the pillars of truth, where everything has to stand?
Or was built on ruins? How can you live with it when it was announced as a carved stone law?
As you make your bed, so it is as well, and blows for the Orkus not a sweet breath? If the Way to not much more tempting, on the path to ivy twines, a bird not seem to attract wonderful sounds, it is not the beauty of self-chosen decline, which seem to tear myself from the banality of it?
arm is, the only truth is spoken, because nothing is emotionless and with less devotion presented as the unadorned fact. Poorer is the one who holds all spoken for truth.
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