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And the obsequies begin in the capital of sin, stroked unbecoming gin. Quizzes given on Swiss dialects, which the Scion promptly aced without however knowing Swiss German.

O parlament of errores Decyvere purveyeing ungaudly thinges In what way can it then be asserted That the ultimate fruit of the home-bearing Ecclesial organism is the emergence of a Civilization of love? Resonant with the divine Trying to renew their hope at the font of conservatism They keep failing not realizing The will always fall until they recognize The scandal they live and are. Poked padded preteritely unintended Those slugs you can’t unsee. Acknowledge to a fault The lie that lies within you The tumbling oysters of gratitude The fond semblance of mortal essence Turpitude and you are the new bamboozle Baby makes three, gasping, dying Of salt in its wounds.

New prayer for old satin Stains on the winelist A papyrus of envy Faltgoing for the world Non est culpa mea Stroke selenite The end the beguine Pixellating mountains across the pond Pterodactyls confront The lack of resurrection Corn spirit as a hare Eating for gods but unconsumed by them Philosopher as imposter The degenerate who becamed prez Nietzsche as autoimmune reaction to post-kantian idealism The malaise which outspread as hands in prayer Continueth The vertigo fastening Anaximander the first philosopher who wrote words And thus traduced the tradition, epimanically Learning to play a game that’s really not all that fun Nietzsche was willing to call BS to the quackery of his age without however Replacing it with anything lifegiving. That’s the disappointing thing. Instigator, aphorism vandal Titanium perfume Asphalt deodorant Still haunted by dismal germans A trillion buddhas self-enacting Why a Christian philosophy? Why Not? Why Not, indeed? The felt under the hammer Is felt