Entrails..
..the dense texture of feelings, moving towards the inevitable exit, relieve is a worn out thing, but beautiful.
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..the dense texture of feelings, moving towards the inevitable exit, relieve is a worn out thing, but beautiful.
More..and their fellow weaknesses, of love and hate and them bastard‘s trait, of longing and craving do death‘s raving, of sadness and madness struck off badness, of hope and pray till their decay, of loss and trove beyond the grove, of myths and reality forsaken banalities, of laughter and fun their ease all along, of […]
More..may your thoughts lead the way, let them blast you into the future or perish on the road of lost & tragic causes! hooray.
Moreshines through the early days window, softly attaching itself to the the room. The creatures of the night disappeared, crazed their victims and left them befallen behind. Alone, in thought and mind, I can rest. To the very end I’ve made it! Away, Away I scream in my head! Leave me be, you excruciating daemons […]
More..(lat.) “to bind fast”, but may it last? A glue of which kind, a force of what magnitude? A story to tell, all upright and swell!
More..you’re saying, but blinded lies the truth, which you wouldn’t even recognize if it’s spitting right into your eye. Blessed are we, in the presence of our sanity, which fades pale into a gloomy red residue of our vanity, on the sunset of our lives, entrapped in a chest named heart. </\3
More..slander the yearn, just beware of these things. Remorse they shall bring! To give in is enjoying the sin. 😉
More..it’s kind of unfair to strip the Old Year from its last day, how would you feel? Poor Last years, crippled by a day which is accounted for the New Years. To Happy Old Days, my friends! ❤️
More..it rises, amongst the green, in lovely Wien. Now falls the immortality, that weakens words.
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