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How will our actions define our intention. Suppose we return for rejuvenation of days in deliverance. Suppose we return to resonate sins of the heart to rhythms of how they’re defined. For belief we violate sanctity of real things we’ve wanted with things we grant power, but no-longer pursue of after those things become vague impressions of our now. For those nibbling from the bread of plenty enticing the idea of perpetual sensuality, and then submitting the deed unto into the hand of the abyss the things we’d accept as real desire cast into nought in an act of sin. Sinning greater and more dangerous sin, for who? For what? Why submit thyself  to sin sins of lust and envy, but unto those things cast thee our faith into darkness for not. Certainly I’ve not accepted any bindings, being bound with thee for reaping nothing of reward un-condemned. For your repeated offense, and condemnation of faith, return hence for the path thou follow for guiding you unto you. If thou return hither to gather the fruit of unwanted Sin, let us both be accused of sinning unwanted sin, so we shall be cast in unto never-ending darkness.  Let us retrieve the sins of our loved and cherished. Their heart’s tethered unto life’s song. because in the abyss, we’re separated by space and time. Like wise is the distance great betwixt thee and me where we’d strive through Sin’s delusion. Let our journal defy unwanted dreams of desire. For things clandestine our sins shall be untainted. Here thou hast been granted eternity of living dream. Here thou established reason to proclaim employment as sins repeat offender. For eternity our word as written shall be man’s function. For sin, our hearts beat within us now. Our hearts beat with tempo of faith renowned.

To the bloggers I love; delusion is for the deluded, but lies are for the evils of this world.

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Trying to get away from that prying eye effects sense of direction.  Because  sense of being private behind the closed-door of our home collapses during that second we’re reminded of what we did yesterday on television we become contradiction to our choice bearing. The cliché of community morals also’s effected by feeling less protected by surrounding walls. If I’ve ever secret anything about reason for admiring anything I think that secret place no-longer exists.

Severe colitis and many associated signs of other diagnosis included symptoms requiring corticosteroid treatment. Weeks elapsed after I began treatment before I seen things reminding me of my malfunctioning gut. I’m assuming the ” Tijuana Mammas ” are not for human consumption. However television began advertising a brand of the steroid for asthma sufferers.  This morning, I’d discover Lindsey L., could also use this particular treatment method. though only due to recent malfunction of her body.

Sexuality, faith, nudity, nothing matters. in spite of that all-knowing thing I can’t see, I’d post images of my nudity on every major existing new-site with intention of persuading the entertainment industry toward using something people can relate to. Instead, we find small things fitting for equation of humanities need. I’m saying I haven’t seen things worthy of ingestion. I think the living need desirable things their egos define as enticing.

Hello! this is nocturnal, and I’m heading into obsession of those things. The industry has the lore, but maybe that nocturnal things requires the person.

For all the bloggers I love; keep faith and practice it daily. Lindsay,s a blog topic yesterday.

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During season of change,nought manifests for not, and that transition bringeth forth reaping. Through fields of indecision and of things undecided, we walk. Contrasted in indifferent things, and conflicted our garden lie un-veiled for those having eyes. Stand thou, within the multitude of fruit feast for your soul. See the thorn in-garlanded flesh of our hearts desire. Brandish thee, Sin’s scythe and reap for bounty of laboring  hither. Sin not of past indulgence, or sin of un-desired sin,  this is a thing of new indulgence. Now we’ve everlasting tomorrow without vanity,  but with abundance  of a sinner’s salvation knowing nought of nothing. In sin, we devour contradiction of sinners while being caressed with dew from heaven. For our sin we shew forth with forgiveness, a sinner’s acceptance. forgiving each sin for sins intrusion of infiltrating humanities foundation. Brandish your scythe and reap for our living. Praise thee the house  for the undead aren’t yet converted. Reap thou of the fruit, and repent for time ‘s reborn.

For all the bloggers I love; I hope this is as enticing to read as it was writing.

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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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