Unforgetable whirlwind, Küpper stares at the impossible ceiling with dodos running round with their ventilators laws...
"Faith means belief in something concerning which doubt is theoretically possible" William James
Blood's the way that electricity shakes the rest of umbilical cords that stretch through our throats... There's no stage when trying to entrain a praise module, the moon is the ass of the sun and the teeths of the earth... When free from words, do voices tend to divinity? It's pain the whisper of never grasping goodness. How could ever a throat be good if not being but a formless flowing passage of desires?
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