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"A drop of water shall be returned with a burst of spring." vs. "Choice is an illusion, created between those with power, and those without." what it is in the heart of a dying star.. an arm of an angel, a fallen one or an unfallen one.. an angel rim. no one should know, anyone should wonder.. the difference between a virgin 19'hd and a whore 20'hd13th the great gatsby.. the rich people have more time than heart.. words!? just count/account for personal,  small miracles granted with the tea pot.. as damask roses sweet. sandcastle.. in the sky will show us nothing more than we already know.. oblivion is our destiny.. tidal wave by forces of us and the goal of an expanding/exploding universe on a darwinian approach of.. finding a star.. for you. a cardcastle.. of the one thru magician of all.. heart.. not so well reasoning with the idea of you not being there/here in all four rooms of it, housing maybe, priceing the time perhaps.. for the space i am i

we control the horizontal.. we control the vertical.. the matrix.. is reloading.. disturbing thought, disturbing fact.. unknown paths.. unhealthy resources along came a spider.. fear! a confederacy of dunces.. debunking historical myths.. adjusting, synchronize, allgrading.. refreshing the entire life/script of earths.. the whole scene.. including the moons maybe forgetting or forbidding a place in a clock house.. and a muse.. and an already used pawn/sun/white dwarf/binary stars and novae/fast revolving star over a fastening rate of rotation decay/a quasar/almost physical thoughts..    postponing the files as deaths,                  the deaths as lines,                  the lines as the event horizont.. x crossing for the architect past project, us.. who bugged the clear type irises with ghosts of our loves we came in peace.. ! you sir, arhitectus archdailyus august, droped your pencil.. ! you just need to drop us a tool to undo the adjustement bureau.. of

so is it the cat dead or alive? well.. let's take a peek! it is my soul,   it is my heart,   it is my half time, part space idea of a god?   could be the fur,   should be the godess of nocats,   might be the sun.. black, mighty, trap of light in no hunting area, but in the open season of us! ..who's at the box again!?   holow graphic multi verse!?   rubi?   cornu copiae, pandora itself?   hunting and trapping season for ghosts?   harvests of chances on a fifty-infinitely lives of pi? ..who's in the far east thru north west again?   shallow waters,   sliding doors,   colours of pray in the hunger games? ..then again what's with the box?   i just see it like..   what is... in the hat?  (now you see me??)   the question/answers construction should be - the schrödinger dude is on the scene doing the prestige or in the audience like all others!? so is it the schrödinger's act dead or alive?   i think it sould be

so love is just that..  a dream..     a demon..        a thought..           a lost minute of the book of treasured ideas.. prisoners we might be.. guardians as well.. an early sample of the far midle ghostly earth..      on witch second ideas spring before the sun..           on each morning.. prototype.. for gods hour of rust.. ..prototyping serves to provide specifications for a real, working system rather than a theoretical one..

what is the difference or sameness between   forging iron and dying suns   war and gold in hundreds and thousands of riverbeds   civilization and raw nature what is the difference or sameness between art and science over mankind and gods   where are you..   you and me..

i should make you an offer, but i don't know how, i don't know when, i don't know where.. i just miss you.. i'm trapped.. in my own heart i have my mind, in my own mind i might have your heart. i just hope your mind is beautifull cause my heart lost the kiss.. i just miss you..

so half angels make some sort of an angel?  no! then part demons..?  no! then i should spare a part looking for a piece of your dream that grab my heart,  hole! i don't know! what am i god to know!?.. i'm tired! hold me! i spend a kiss,  sell me yours.