04-11-2012, 12:00 AM
I will tell you another thing dear girl you are not right, it is the
mark of Chaim, the sephiroth that killed Moses in Egypt and was thrown
after Ramses, they will heal that when they will learn that diagram, by
the looks of it they still did not well this one i met in here.
I will tell
you the very sad story of a blonde girl that once was alive even if
barely as it was told to me by her mother when she showed me her picture
and told me her name, just as she showed me all her children and
husband. Her dead father hated her for leaving him with a hole in the double
and her mother wanted to be her, not mother an offspring so she was
often seen wearing her clothes managing to age herself so much more. The girl
had such sad story that in the summer of 2003 i pitied her and wanted
to meet her. I saw the blonde unlucky being never loved, shielding
her disappear in the dreams of another world that died just like the
people that once built the square we met in died, she never saw me but i did see her. Her long hair flowing back, her pink
dress so beautiful and classy i thought she was younger then she looked
yet i remembered she had another sister named after a lake. So i did
another thing for her i danced in the same square with my husband
and my best friend and her husband wishing her joy and happiness then a few years ago i found out with
great sorrow she was sick almost dying. And i exchanged clothes with her
hoping that kind my nature and the warmth i was conceived in would
somehow aid her, would melt her young petrified heart, then she wanted
to unplug me and the power socket was damaged and it backfired killing her before her time. She was
younger then me, appeared kind when i met her again she accepted my
last gift of the mark of Chaim.
That is how i know who you
are dear girl, your post is what i gave you in the note in dreaming, that is the
mark of Chaim yet for that present you will need to see me as me and you as the
corpse you are, the main thing that incubated on my back. I did not die then, however i washed and i dressed
again i did not like
much that old blouse even if my mother have given it to me with all her
love, was never her fault that the fabric got tainted i exchanged that
into something more appropriate for my skin tone and my hair color. The
gypsies from my town have a word: as much dye as the woman uses as much
perfume that she puts on herself, she will never be anything but her own
self even if she hides a premature rot. I will see you tonight in
dreaming dear dear child, it is that time, you do not know what the last
symbols are do you? And you wish that your lower mind will share them
with you please i will show to you just what i showed your mum, that is
how i got rid of that one now she runs when i appear, bring a guest
there is another that needs to learn how about your sister. See you in
dreaming child,
mark of Chaim, the sephiroth that killed Moses in Egypt and was thrown
after Ramses, they will heal that when they will learn that diagram, by
the looks of it they still did not well this one i met in here.
I will tell
you the very sad story of a blonde girl that once was alive even if
barely as it was told to me by her mother when she showed me her picture
and told me her name, just as she showed me all her children and
husband. Her dead father hated her for leaving him with a hole in the double
and her mother wanted to be her, not mother an offspring so she was
often seen wearing her clothes managing to age herself so much more. The girl
had such sad story that in the summer of 2003 i pitied her and wanted
to meet her. I saw the blonde unlucky being never loved, shielding
her disappear in the dreams of another world that died just like the
people that once built the square we met in died, she never saw me but i did see her. Her long hair flowing back, her pink
dress so beautiful and classy i thought she was younger then she looked
yet i remembered she had another sister named after a lake. So i did
another thing for her i danced in the same square with my husband
and my best friend and her husband wishing her joy and happiness then a few years ago i found out with
great sorrow she was sick almost dying. And i exchanged clothes with her
hoping that kind my nature and the warmth i was conceived in would
somehow aid her, would melt her young petrified heart, then she wanted
to unplug me and the power socket was damaged and it backfired killing her before her time. She was
younger then me, appeared kind when i met her again she accepted my
last gift of the mark of Chaim.
That is how i know who you
are dear girl, your post is what i gave you in the note in dreaming, that is the
mark of Chaim yet for that present you will need to see me as me and you as the
corpse you are, the main thing that incubated on my back. I did not die then, however i washed and i dressed
again i did not like
much that old blouse even if my mother have given it to me with all her
love, was never her fault that the fabric got tainted i exchanged that
into something more appropriate for my skin tone and my hair color. The
gypsies from my town have a word: as much dye as the woman uses as much
perfume that she puts on herself, she will never be anything but her own
self even if she hides a premature rot. I will see you tonight in
dreaming dear dear child, it is that time, you do not know what the last
symbols are do you? And you wish that your lower mind will share them
with you please i will show to you just what i showed your mum, that is
how i got rid of that one now she runs when i appear, bring a guest
there is another that needs to learn how about your sister. See you in
dreaming child,