05-14-2010, 12:00 AM
+SOON EVERYONE WILL BE LIKE ME!
BECAUSE IM GOING TO ERRADICATE THE ANCHORAGE POINTS FOR THE HABITUAL POSITION!
And where will everyone slide???? HA HA HA HA HA (high pitched ha haha),,,,,,
Hoping for a kind of nagal trine... through w of assessment... reflecting off the central core of tiparet.. and the central pillar.. into a direct centrifuge in the world of beauty (netzach),, finallising in a deep and sharp metallic clunk as malkut.. or the dense physical world is hit by the entire world of the sorcerers...
Then the easterly quarter will open for the first time in the history of our species...
(but everyone will start to look like me). HA HA HA HA HA HA (LOW PITCHED HA HA HA)
bUT SERIOUSLEY THE FUNDAMENTALS ARE SIMPLE!
oVERTIME A FLUID MAN... LIVES IN THE WORLD AND WRESTLES THE SPIRITUAL WORLD..
A SORCERER... GUARDS HIS HOUSE... AND NETWORKS HIS STREETS.. SHARPENS HIS RIGHTANGLES... PUTS LEADEN WEIGHTS ON HIS PEN NIBS. AND COMPUTERKEYS...
ALL THE TIME MASSIVLEY FORCING MATTER,, IN LINE WITH HIS MIND, HIS BODYS POSITION IN TIME AND SPACE AND HIS DESIRE TO REMAIN IN CONTROL...
WOMEN ARE LOCKED IN ROOMS... AND OTHER MEN "stuck" WHER EHE DECREES THEY DIE!
tHE WARRIOR...HAS A RANDOM CREATURE...AND HAS NEVER HIDDEN IN HIS CASTLE ... HAS ALWAYS INTENDED HIS PEN BE HEAVY AT TIMES.. AND INKLESS AT OTHERS...
THE WARRIOR TRUSTS THE UNKNOWABLE... WHERAS THE SORCERER WILLS APON THE WORLD AROUND HIM!
bECAUSE THE SORCER HAS SUCH A CONCRETE BODY OF IDEALS.. AND THE WARRIOR IS RANDOM...
ONE DAY... THE WARRIOR MAKES THE SIMPLEST OF HEARTFELT GESTURES...RANDOM AND INCOMPLETE
AND THE SORCERERS WORLD IS DESTROYED..BY THE FLICK OF A SWITCH AND A MASONARY BIT TO THE FACE!
THE FEMALE ENERGIES ARE RELEASED...
THE NAGAL WOMAN.. MOVES INTO THE EAST!
WHEN THIS HAPPENS...
THE SORCERERS WORLD OF CONCRETE SHARPNESS BECOMES A CONCRETE MAZE...
HIS LEADEN WEIGHTED PEN... BECOMES SO HEAVY IT DRAGS HIM TO ITS CENTRE...
WHERE THE WOMEN WERE ONCE TIED.. ONLY THORNED PILLARS REMAIN!
WHERE IT LEAVES HIM... WANDERING AND INSANE!
AND THE WARRIOR CRYS A SOUND THAT USHERS THE NEW AGE OF MAN!
AND THE WARRIOR WOMEN OF THE EAST ALL CRY..
*** MY ****, SPANK MY ****, PUT YOUR LIPS AGAINST MY DEATH MOTH! ETCETERA ........
ITS GONNA BE FUCKING BEAUTIFUL MAN!
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BECAUSE IM GOING TO ERRADICATE THE ANCHORAGE POINTS FOR THE HABITUAL POSITION!
And where will everyone slide???? HA HA HA HA HA (high pitched ha haha),,,,,,
Hoping for a kind of nagal trine... through w of assessment... reflecting off the central core of tiparet.. and the central pillar.. into a direct centrifuge in the world of beauty (netzach),, finallising in a deep and sharp metallic clunk as malkut.. or the dense physical world is hit by the entire world of the sorcerers...
Then the easterly quarter will open for the first time in the history of our species...
(but everyone will start to look like me). HA HA HA HA HA HA (LOW PITCHED HA HA HA)
bUT SERIOUSLEY THE FUNDAMENTALS ARE SIMPLE!
oVERTIME A FLUID MAN... LIVES IN THE WORLD AND WRESTLES THE SPIRITUAL WORLD..
A SORCERER... GUARDS HIS HOUSE... AND NETWORKS HIS STREETS.. SHARPENS HIS RIGHTANGLES... PUTS LEADEN WEIGHTS ON HIS PEN NIBS. AND COMPUTERKEYS...
ALL THE TIME MASSIVLEY FORCING MATTER,, IN LINE WITH HIS MIND, HIS BODYS POSITION IN TIME AND SPACE AND HIS DESIRE TO REMAIN IN CONTROL...
WOMEN ARE LOCKED IN ROOMS... AND OTHER MEN "stuck" WHER EHE DECREES THEY DIE!
tHE WARRIOR...HAS A RANDOM CREATURE...AND HAS NEVER HIDDEN IN HIS CASTLE ... HAS ALWAYS INTENDED HIS PEN BE HEAVY AT TIMES.. AND INKLESS AT OTHERS...
THE WARRIOR TRUSTS THE UNKNOWABLE... WHERAS THE SORCERER WILLS APON THE WORLD AROUND HIM!
bECAUSE THE SORCER HAS SUCH A CONCRETE BODY OF IDEALS.. AND THE WARRIOR IS RANDOM...
ONE DAY... THE WARRIOR MAKES THE SIMPLEST OF HEARTFELT GESTURES...RANDOM AND INCOMPLETE
AND THE SORCERERS WORLD IS DESTROYED..BY THE FLICK OF A SWITCH AND A MASONARY BIT TO THE FACE!
THE FEMALE ENERGIES ARE RELEASED...
THE NAGAL WOMAN.. MOVES INTO THE EAST!
WHEN THIS HAPPENS...
THE SORCERERS WORLD OF CONCRETE SHARPNESS BECOMES A CONCRETE MAZE...
HIS LEADEN WEIGHTED PEN... BECOMES SO HEAVY IT DRAGS HIM TO ITS CENTRE...
WHERE THE WOMEN WERE ONCE TIED.. ONLY THORNED PILLARS REMAIN!
WHERE IT LEAVES HIM... WANDERING AND INSANE!
AND THE WARRIOR CRYS A SOUND THAT USHERS THE NEW AGE OF MAN!
AND THE WARRIOR WOMEN OF THE EAST ALL CRY..
*** MY ****, SPANK MY ****, PUT YOUR LIPS AGAINST MY DEATH MOTH! ETCETERA ........
ITS GONNA BE FUCKING BEAUTIFUL MAN!
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