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Messaggio del 16-08-2007 alle ore 20:06:58
Plasma Pool...li hai trovati???


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Messaggio del 17-08-2007 alle ore 20:23:40
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Jorg ...cercati la soudtrack...
Messaggio del 15-11-2011 alle ore 21:06:41
Si li ho trovati, grazie per la dritta.
Messaggio del 16-11-2011 alle ore 00:39:03
Mat visto che stiamo parlando tra persone serie , secondo te i lego ...si vendono solo a Londra?
Messaggio del 19-11-2011 alle ore 17:42:02
Messaggio del 20-11-2011 alle ore 22:31:23
Messaggio del 20-11-2011 alle ore 22:33:06
Do you think you'd love him all the same? Even if he'd lose everything faith Too you gave your blood and the rest of that ridiculous crown of all Your rags for just one dollar You will ask men to follow you and serve you to leave their lands and their fathers who will love you but cheaters and whores maybe they will follow you at the same but they will wait for a reward richer than your word.
Jesus died in las vegas and here the lights have the taste of his blood pain and regret. Jesus died in las vegas and betrayed in a dim motel. You betrayed your friends and married a bitch for few dollars.
A cigar one day wedding three nails are enough to be part of history if one accepts it an one believes in it someone will follow him and abandon flags and kings with sandals or a cadillac, you will have his place but they will forget you and you don't know how easy is to substitute a god.
Jesus died in las vegas and here the lights have the taste of his blood pain and regret.
Jesus died in las vegas and he died with the arrogance of who feels loved and betrayed.
Nothing is more contagious than sin.
Messaggio del 20-11-2011 alle ore 22:37:41

Meanwhile the flowers
Choke under stars' ash
My mother the train
The sound of the dead
"BaalStorm! BaalStorm!"
And Sarah Deep Tree
Hears the cuckoo sing
She alone perfect
Just her and me shaking
And Jeanne d'Arc - parfaite
Was inside her
Saw the flames in her mane
Heard her name - "the most important
dream"
Bowered with figs and dates and
The flowers on fire
The French flamme
"Beauties for the Beast
Is full of grace - don't you think?
I'd love to talk to you about everything"
And then "Then I remember our days in
Roma
Remember all our words"
So what were your dreams
Whilst you sat in your womb?
Uncreated children saw BaalStorm
Your voice over clouds
Crackling blue Murders
The Moon full of fire
And you when I left
I thought of you in the arc
And ⲁⲣⲭⲟⲛ
And prayed over Hills
Suckled Rome's breasts
Well - to speak Coptic Red
To the Beautiful Hosts in the deserts
But left nothing to space?
The yard is full
And piled up
There is no room
Here at your inn
And your voice was high
Full of longing
And I was in UrNight crease
And singing machines world creak
Slowly the bird is lost
Singsongbird at the scene
Of the final spool
Ohh the sea ohh the night tight
As tight as the noose
Set loose galaxies in BaalStorm
The stars filled with milk
Crush the faces of peace
And the lovely church full of form
With loss
ⲁⲓⲥⲱⲧⲙ ⲁⲓⲙⲉⲉⲩⲉ ⲁⲓⲣⲁϣⲉ ⲁⲓⲡⲓⲥⲧⲉⲩⲉ
But the face
The murdered burden ⲉⲧⲡⲱ
Metallic face and metallic taste
The head below horns
Face peeks Barbie pink
The rains on the heads
The masks on the dead
And they breed teeth
And the years draw by
They're too soon expected
I am at the sea
The sea is perfect
The tiny underpass
I see brothers and sisters fornicating
The children curse
And future flames lick
Around the dimpled toes
Their pits as big as their mother's mouth
And their father's face
And fear is not yet
Just the plastic swan
And her perfect throat
Down her neck
The seeds slip by
And through the trees
Minor murder perhaps
Whilst the world remains exquisite
And perfectly unused
The hedges collapse
The herd is smiling
And in the streets
The constellations slaughter crabs
So set at Æon
Set at Æon
Rearise as the clocks sink by
Click sick time to
The honeysucle rose
It goes as it rose
The bark sailed by
The flower fields
You were faint
As the honeysuckle rose
At the arch wall
There was void
And I dreamed to teach
The world to sing
Struggled at night
Sick with dreams
Of storms and vowels
Poured mud into old friends
Faces faces
To me at the wall
In night
Or easier earlier I saw
Columns of red
Mesh floods over me
Called for the next gash
The smash of history pulls me
Back to some up
Swung into Bykers
Haunt "I love you
More than you storm me"
And so I see
Amphetamine easy
Lost in the crouch
And mouth of you
Who know your names
Sweet in the gut
Of the fumes of engines
Have I never left the grace?
Moving slowly
Moving slowly
Messaggio del 21-11-2011 alle ore 17:32:11

Messaggio del 21-11-2011 alle ore 19:28:49
Black ships ate the sky, la mia preferita.

Grazie sommo! A∴A∴
Messaggio del 21-11-2011 alle ore 19:34:48
Aspè ... què .... non ti mettere MBRISSIONA

am the same: "I am Æon"
Before the prion and the iron
The ion and the ink
The hygiene and the stink
Tune and kink
Of the incense planet
And the clock
And the dock
And the baying of merchants
3 or 4 for 3 or 4
Of that grain made me the Star
That we wish had not been known
Or drawn to us—the precious Romans
Face or fake in jade
"I am ZION—or Æon"
I forget...
Lord of the groves of olives and oranges
And the dead tribes of the central scribal verse
The tablets of stone and worry
Thou shalt have no no no nothing
But BaalStorm
Put yourselves on our thrones
Twelve or sixty or the blind
I though of her just now—
She is there naked like the water
I cannot touch the punch
Of her lips I cannot
Dare to touch lip or skin or fold
I gave gold to buy much less
And gave more
And nothing stayed but the storms
Proud parade around the screen
I will myrrh or myth or memorise her
Her forehead in the Roman dream dusk
"Room for one! Rune for one!"
Placed so much on her or hers
That sand-scattered Moon
Of the valleys claiming
The Peacock and the Owl behind me
Every grace was fresh
But I felt the lash of Gospel
Or Eagle—I could no longer divide
Cæsar from the Trance or Twilight
There is mum and dad
And I am glad
To be back and young
In December 1971
With the storms so far in front of me
And the cell swelling with waves and shards
On each of the brick is the crack
And the crick in the slit
Watch men
Watch birds
Watch TV
And the SatanVans
And the words I heard
From the birds on fire was
"Æon—makes nonsense"
Or "Sing Omega"
"BaalStorm! BaalStorm!"
NU CI SALVEM




Messaggio del 21-11-2011 alle ore 19:40:00
Si lu meje
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