Dear Diary,
It is a dark day in one personal life of the last rebellion. Mission purpose crashes home sometimes in the very bedroom between this paradox and the liberal great beauty. Some of them and their past marriages are living examples of extinction dynamics and symptoms they wish not to accept. It is not as if I have asked them not to love their homosexual child. Somehow, that is indeed what they feel and one can only imagine such torment brought on by evolutionary pronouncements of a firestorm.
Homosexuality is the major symptom of extinction species humanity and there are no ways invented on this earth of getting around it. Denying love felt for an obscure poet shall not change cataclysmic involution. Denying true love must be an original sin. We are born to die until further notice and very often such death is transformative. The bell cannot unring and spiritual sound waves in this particular instance are enough to transform even a stubborn resistant mind. Kicking and screaming along the way, some of you must be dragged into inherent spiritual empowerment and the final frontier for humanity.
First, you cry. Tears can be unbelievably powerful. Warrior tears for sacred journey remain reserved for transformative events and individuals. Only the lonely would know what to do with keys to eternity. Only the tormented lonely would follow the tracks of my tears.
Come one! Come all! See the grandest show of all!
Utopia appears on the horizon when tears of a goddess begin to fall.
It is a dark day in one personal life of the last rebellion. Mission purpose crashes home sometimes in the very bedroom between this paradox and the liberal great beauty. Some of them and their past marriages are living examples of extinction dynamics and symptoms they wish not to accept. It is not as if I have asked them not to love their homosexual child. Somehow, that is indeed what they feel and one can only imagine such torment brought on by evolutionary pronouncements of a firestorm. Homosexuality is the major symptom of extinction species humanity and there are no ways invented on this earth of getting around it. Denying love felt for an obscure poet shall not change cataclysmic involution. Denying true love must be an original sin. We are born to die until further notice and very often such death is transformative. The bell cannot unring and spiritual sound waves in this particular instance are enough to transform even a stubborn resistant mind. Kicking and screaming along the way, some of you must be dragged into inherent spiritual empowerment and the final frontier for humanity.
First, you cry. Tears can be unbelievably powerful. Warrior tears for sacred journey remain reserved for transformative events and individuals. Only the lonely would know what to do with keys to eternity. Only the tormented lonely would follow the tracks of my tears.
Come one! Come all! See the grandest show of all!
Utopia appears on the horizon when tears of a goddess begin to fall.
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