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I will adopt seven deer in africa, and i will have me sent some little bit of the deer blood tapped, and i will sign all my posters in the name i will give to those seven deers. And you can give any amount of money for it. because i don't even want money for it, but, A everything i do is impossible to pay for, B everything i do is so despaired an principled and cynical to society, i rather have you spit on it and say, yes, now i got an allie, C everything i do is of life and environment threatening significance and real stories of drama. no fiction, no business. those seven deer will be called I merceyheah, mercy, II elhehvhe, love, III pherh

Helix, to me no stone, no one as you outside me, no one as you away in heartlesness as thee, but i too fall for you growing in a morbid distress, your lips growing poisonous cold as marble and stifled hardened and your face grows a deep woe so frail it can not be seen in the petrified gaze of its stilled beauty, of the hauntings and the anguish of a more then superb but truly honourable misery quenched in the distant struck poetesse and strangled fume as lightning from an ocean, twisting as it bleeds and somehow feeds upon a hair in being as a tragedy of love, as a veign in marble, not seen in even remote of your marble as you wait here for m

The heighest and deepest of all suicides. I have, by the way, tried to commit suicide last night, i had taped how i made a jar of Leponex and some soup, i put it in a prorrige white goo, i made it for my psychiatrists to inject in oranges or paint on spoons, or table wear like white dishes. so in this anxiety that all this bullshit of you all would n't get anywhere, i took three full soup spoon of this pure, washed with some water trough my troath. and said out loud "A la Morteille!) looking trough my kitchen window, the only thing i remember is starting to panic and that i would end up in hellraiser bed and being forever cut open and tied u

Anghaellhe Deheaesse Anthephora (Angels goddess antiphore, opposed to metaphore) subtitle -Etherith spiritual. - First Verse "The end of Copper" the light orange fled down hid behind the houses as the ayris screamed loudly revealing all the history of bronze and coppers. The ayris screamed in etherith tones, so sweet, "missing, missing, missing, an oblvious singing of sweet drowning of love woe and profound so the tears. See the light the ayris said. Where is my arms ayris said. i have no arms, be vain illuded where i work or what i have to show you, my mystery is more profound then any reality you ever seen... ... See the light