In twenty-thirteen, we knew not our own faces but pop sarcopha-guise factory priests pressed Christ-crackers into small hands, soon balled in hell-fear in “the world,”
"I really want to see you, lord, really want to be with you. But it takes so long, so long, my lord" - George Harrison, closet Krishna Come to me, sweet lord, in anything but gears,
don't "take tea" and don't you smoke, plus don't you even think to "TO-KE..." or it's two life and that's no joke but you're in "the land of the free" now, kid.
To start with, I'll "admit" that admirable ideal though it is, all people are not created equal and that when we refuse to discuss personal differences honestly(in one distorted way or another,)
(Thai for "new beginning," as in new beginning festival) “Loy Krathong” Melancholy’s flame Consumes our leavings As time consumes The branches of our lives
