The time is upon us, I should've been honest
The pain in my heart, I remember the sharpest
It broke like a promise, I've fallen the hardest
And now I'll go on

The only way to get me back is wrapped up in a carpet
The only way I'd come back is wrapped up in a carpet

Comunicación global, la expresión emocional comunicada por medio del sonido

𒐫𒐫𒐫𒐫𒐫𒐫𒐫𒐫𒐫𒐫𒐫𒐫𒐫𒐫𒐫𒐫𒐫𒐫𒐫𒐫𒐫𒐫𒐫𒐫𒐫𒐫𒐫𒐫𒐫𒐫𒐫𒐫𒐫𒐫𒐫𒐫𒐫𒐫𒐫𒐫𒐫𒐫𒐫𒐫𒐫𒐫𒐫𒐫𒐫𒐫𒐫𒐫𒐫𒐫𒐫𒐫𒐫𒐫𒐫𒐫𒐫𒐫𒐫𒐫𒐫𒐫𒐫𒐫𒐫𒐫𒐫𒐫𒐫𒐫𒐫𒐫𒐫𒐫𒐫𒐫

Anything will be alright
If you come out in the night

With your life sewn open
Breathe in
Put the bone back in
Buried under the skin
Murder in reverse

Out of time
And out of place
And out of spite
Swallow the spike

Anything will be alright
If you come out in the night

The only thing to fear is fear itself
The only thing to fear is fear itself
The only thing to fear is fear itself
The only thing to fear is fear itself
The only thing to fear is fear itself
The only thing to fear is fear itself
The only thing to fear is fear itself

>God's last wish is us.

>This is a fairly depressing conspiracy because it posits God was somehow dying. It's unknown why but we know for a fact that he was, gathering all his power he used it all to create us, in hopes that we would eventually become Gods ourselves.

>After this he died.

>We were the last thing he "Wished" for and acted upon. Now there is nothing. There is no one to guide us, we are alone in the universe, we are the only hope for him, and so far we've failed him.

God moet my asb vir altyd goed neuk.

Jacaranda trees in Montagu Ave, Salisbury, Rhodesia

See the Black Sun rise
In the Solar Lodge
See the Black Sun rise
From the Solar Lodge
Stop
Like a clock
Like a hole in the ground
Like a lock
Like a knife in the sound
From the Solar Lodge
See the Black Sun rise
From the Solar Lodge

I heard that Elizabeth Short
Came back to Los Angeles.
She wasn’t wearing black anymore,
But she still had a secret, she said.

She told me,
"Now, smoke reverses back into the cigarette".

I want to die. The entire left side of my brain has stopped working, and every ounce of blood in my body has rushed into my erection, and my doctor will not allow me to nut because if I do I will lose all my blood and die. I have now developed severe schizophrenia and have grown 17 tumors in my stomach, because of this image. I have been put into a home for the criminally insane because I strangled a baby after seeing and ideology ♥♥♥♥ a land mass. Both of my testicles have completely ascended into my body, and my vagina has fallen out. I will attempt my suicide tonight because of this grotesque monstrosity. Though it is very hot, it was too hot for my 21st-chromosome-missing brain. Before I go, I will say my few last words:

What the ♥♥♥♥, dude?

Cheetahs will become calm and safe to be around humans when kept with their first dog. When the dog dies, however, the cheetah misses it so intensely that the cheetah becomes violent/dangerous again and it will reject any attempt to give them a new dog companion. In fact, they'll attack and kill future dogs.

Oh it pains me to come back to this wretched place
I want to go
Back to Seoul
Perhaps in my dreams I can leave again
I need to go
Back to Seoul
To that one day, i may be free again

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"Other Walkers shall arise from my blood!" - William Walker.

If we sew our lips together, then they can become our lungs ...
I grapple you and press my mouth against yours. The raw power of my *S U C C** forms a hermetic seal between our lips, and I extend my tongue over yours, allowing it to slither deep into your gullet. I stealthily pull a dirty needle and thread from my resealable scrotal-storage. In one quick motion, I sew our mouths together, locking us in an e