Raw material is sculpted to divine intervention: Prostitution shaped

https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/w3csvsfs the poetry of hell

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we do it-mold it-we watch it

how does he sculpt life and then want it

self oppressive escapism is unfolded Continue reading “Raw material is sculpted to divine intervention by you”

Rows of houses, all bearing down on me
I can feel their blue hands touching me
All these things into position
All these things we’ll one day swallow whole
And fade out again and fade out

This machine will, will not communicate
These thoughts and the strain I am under
Be a world child, form a circle
Before we all go under
And fade out again and fade out again

Cracked eggs, dead birds
Scream as they fight for life
I can feel death, can see its beady eyes
All these things into position
All these things we’ll one day swallow whole
And fade out again and fade out again

Immerse your soul in love
IMMERSE YOUR SOUL IN LOVE

moore’s paradox

moores paradox

Believe that

P often

Not always

Asserts

P

Alternatively

Contradiction

The first

Step

To absurdity

Don’t

Assert

Enough

Or

Too much

What

It is

Raining

On

P

Cute

As a

Fox

Can we

Agree

Another

Paradox

God! He is so bloody beauty full

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