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In the beginning , nearly no-one foreseen the infatuation and want manifesting for us. Not in the same instant, but during evolution of our sins, a culture developed. From the dexterous hand of a musician, we must believe the seed of our desires were sewn within us. Because without balance we are not symmetrical. Without accord, we ar not harmonized with the things we adore. We do not adore those things without inspiration. We want  nought without encouragement. Like Eve unto Adam, many believe in destined romance. Like each step of an octave our woes are pre-ordained. From e-string to e-string of a guitar todays musician has more influence for their own device than the lyrist of any renaissance. From the same diatonic time line, lovers posses many infatuations. Like any dire, enchanted garden, infatuation is more than a biased obsession. For the mediators of desire for nothing, seduction composed from the neck of a guitar, allows opportunity for activation of any lovers device. Inheriting both land and lovers. Women are an association to the land of mans’ inheritance, according to some Biblical  tales. Now, salvation unites lovers because they believe similar beliefs. Salvation was something rewarded for repentance of sin, and transgressions of sinners. Because of our domesticated society lovers might never live their emerald dream, or play those alluring masterpieces. Thus! Humanity shall stand smitten with a derision stronger than a thousand swords. We stand affronted by the court of cliché, severed from the fountain and the crystal chalice. Waiting, like sorcerers after casting a spell for manifestation of our want. Mistress, plunge in thy dagger! For our sins, our suffering is not greater than our want. Let us be as a pestilence to non-believers. If they suffer nought for our sins then let them suffer because of their own device. Let us believe they day of salvation has not come. Let us witness the eve of our deliverance unto one another. The Eve of Salvation will fall nigh unto the dawning of reconciliation for our sins. Because we can only see the thing bound to our hearts, and despair for the things we await. For reconciliation of our sins we’re accepted because we can accept everything and everyone.

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The time I’ve lived, appears long. The walks I walk through my garden, even longer. Because of the love, and affliction I endure for my mistress, my walks always produce fruit of some parallax like experience. Contrasting the things I think are real, and the things I know are unreal I shall endure each engagement with her, among the fruited contradictions of this garden. While I watch her frolic with the voided idea of obsession, I wonder what additional experiences she’ll write. Will her newest device be with likeness of our constitution? Many standards of contradiction, employee device of rectification. By the sword men live, and eat at the same table as their adversary. A person is subject for creating their own delusion. By chance, the most peculiar of human device, becomes simpler to wield in time. Life’s grandest feats, become less broad within a similar distance of time. Like many current productions. Many of those productions telling tales of glamour and fame. Many of those women wearing a hue of blue , and some the same color of my automobile. I might believe any entertainment production containing a female wearing anything close to that blue is deliberate. If the intentions of those scenes and their accordance to the date any television network began using that color. And only after I bought that steel-blue pearl coat effect Jeep Grand Cherokee Limited edition. In the given predicament, I must honor our dark mistress for purging such a concept of opportunity my conscience. Opportunity to lick the sweat off the toe of such famed female celebrity, or requesting I be honored in the federal court of law to affront all the negligent persons of my legacy. I could never decline my mistresses offer to entice my imagination. The image of Sarah Michelle Geller wearing lingerie wove of fabric, and died in the best hue of blue. Or to read Dean Koontz new novel to discover an obscure relation to Evanescence. Only increasing my suspicions of what influences such beautiful women of our entertainment world. All those parallelisms and the characteristics of their function in a runtime environment like Microsoft’s’ IIS, resemble characteristics of Biblical prophecy or fundamental structure of the things written in the Bible. I can only imagine why those applications function resemble all things transpiring from the first covenant of The Old Testament. Considering most legacy I’ve studied include font, word or translation of written word. A tempting delusion I created by the hands of a destiny writing queen. Writings tantalizing the imagination for things real and unreal. The things many minds have but are not satisfied without absolute being consumed by absolute sin. If I profited from any of the things I know are real, I would only do an in-justice for the things I know are not. Despite the seeds I have sewn in the ground of our Nation, the purpose of things in-just wither and are sewn again.As supposed prophecy approaches a full circle, what will everyone else think about the scores of association between myself and many things I write about. Being born in the year of the dragon and associating Ouroboros to the book of Leviticus. Being born under the sign of Ares to read about the last human sacrifice given by the god of Abraham. Maybe the fact my name and those things coincide with all things administered in the same literature, and some parallel literature since that era. I know I shall delight in the will of my mistress, and her idea of how to gratify the ego until the real things outweigh the things unreal. Why do we believe as we believe? I left all the comma splices and fused sentences in this post for those who believe as they believe.

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