WaterBuoy
Ferrous Faque Ire ...
Posted on: 07/01/2009 09:34
From a file called "Ovath Ought" pathologic without a care:
Sew Lize In Space …
Ceded IT’m from cap rae sous ole g’ađe Eire …
ID’sal in how yah pyre into the ‘n Tiye air thin’s pot …
Ironic ko-led Ron …
At tri X-I’ve space …
Bonds Light in the san!
Un deires tan ein, Sues Pan Sign of Word …
Taking creation in space seriously …
Naught just as Ange ‘n Daen!
I’dhal depends on how the bea St’s trained in d’ veil …
Mad Hah terrace, high drifting steppe …
Yac obian domain!
Did you know that just south of the pits in lost hoar ezone …
Is a loch, a dark pool called Angkor Sap …
We’ve forgotten in the faere East!
Just because we’re afraid of stranger parts …
We’re isolated m’n …
From spiritual beans afloat Dan!
Words in air are painful toes elf-maid space …
Depressed beyond sight of common m’n is that capricious Maeve ante!
One simply must move into the unknown field of Word …
Like gouge, petrozagogue, m’n of let airs …
Venting unconscious Maas ages to the authority that is blind to scene!
They don’t want to learn of the void …
The agape between love and learning about thin finite form …
In much depth of space as d’ vale!
Ides aL inn a word, chile ‘n space, berried roche in fore brain invert …
A’ R’queL, Ba’rook in the game meisen …
Sac red space, a’ blasé pier into mi nei!
Ides only a minuet in space …
Like Song of Sole Ais mai m’n …
You must gette to know th’s elphe!
Poetry … sacred?
The paradigm hardly ever knows …
They wish not to connect in thin wahs across ET air …
Tara shadow on the earth …
Genteel m’n, IT’s naught in the tree …
Scarred greatly by past abuse …
Hold it deire lyre by yore h’art …
Sous prize ‘n what’ll come ova ID!
Dan Tess cross ‘n Pon’tiff a’ veil ish pol astries †in …
Cross’n heh bred …
Hebrew form Eris’n?
Authoritative m’n a representative of God …
Observe the God essence …
The aura sure roan ding …
Depth of san!
Dunne going light …
Mere shades on the Wahl …
White Light in Black poe-L …
Loch Ness’s got hem!
Sheul line in elle …
Kell ticks mate …
Aaron-like splash will make moor ova th’ought!
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