without worry for one other i wondered about why i clean myself in the midst of the total sin my muned and mundane mind teneures it self in. somehow i am withe the words i write a little tired and lazy on the side of their own! malevolence but at times i guide well with the paradigm i tend to maintain or whatever. it seems the passing mind is the air I could just for once breathe and tell the engenderment of my paradigm to stop really at nothing. If mind told of paradigms far and away from my own governance i would say things in a much more of a happier and teneured term, tone.
they speak the rebuttal nalia to the death of you or the self relflective agenda.
nothing brilliant comes out of piome. what measures me then and what else to say when at my whits endhe. im sure though nothing bothers me and once more nothing will. i once thought of how brilliant i was and as one it thought of this many times. how can words really describe what this or only this life is or how i am to be myself with the complexes i have on the simple notion of being real.
v a r nee sherd nfahn re sell
they are in jected, theyre brow is advent narsicszsie
i e for endhes for loof end
ie for ends foor loof end
my life seems so unhealthy now and my hands are really half dead. I dont know what to do because i am so tired and feel so lazy. Im sorry that i cant help the previous times of ourselves out very much, it hurts me like it hurts you.
their directive is as bue
ecinomal
memete -om gone flower
gone ne = oh ge on en om re gone 10 em 10 sm en okal
arobendh mub v seim flatulence parte ehm for said
imams L whereby limit is m end for rofor hidden ledhe
eloan eloean eloan eloan eloan elano osze eloan eloan
parte for am glass part of am shift
what type of nature allows us to fetter our mental allowance in the direction of an thing in the motive of a fashion so ehm for it being particularly its mune own ehle it sense though is what goes nothing in and out thats all.
