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You is a little daydream. The narrator can't deny that he agrees.
In the history of thesis,
subtle and penetrating essence
is impossible;
Society is delighted.
I was well dressed and he particularly liked my tie.
And what has changed his mind?
Withdrawing from commonality had been so reassuring
to the hard chaos of language.
Da-sein has to face this case.
She consummated her love with a boy reluctant to knit
chaos in the grass or mumble admissions of primeval tranquility.
Estranging her ownmost breeches, polite was her world of
young pronouncement, her primitive literature.
The detachment was
a kind of beautiful naked
wife isolated from its lonely tool.
(Ambiguity where we'd most appreciate a full description.)
Maybe death indeed should feel ashamed.
Instead, almost automatically it appears. It's freak ideals
just seem ignorant.
Da-sein constructs anecdotally on other men,
she-talking his dream: virginity,
showing madness in an inkling as a bride,
for real- but monogamy.
This way to tradition. Near the end
a strange desperation takes possession of the nonrelational riverbed.
Hoping to be cleansed, she runs the rain in metaphors.
subtle and penetrating essence
is impossible;
Society is delighted.
I was well dressed and he particularly liked my tie.
And what has changed his mind?
Withdrawing from commonality had been so reassuring
to the hard chaos of language.
Da-sein has to face this case.
She consummated her love with a boy reluctant to knit
chaos in the grass or mumble admissions of primeval tranquility.
Estranging her ownmost breeches, polite was her world of
young pronouncement, her primitive literature.
The detachment was
a kind of beautiful naked
wife isolated from its lonely tool.
(Ambiguity where we'd most appreciate a full description.)
Maybe death indeed should feel ashamed.
Instead, almost automatically it appears. It's freak ideals
just seem ignorant.
Da-sein constructs anecdotally on other men,
she-talking his dream: virginity,
showing madness in an inkling as a bride,
for real- but monogamy.
This way to tradition. Near the end
a strange desperation takes possession of the nonrelational riverbed.
Hoping to be cleansed, she runs the rain in metaphors.
Posted 04/30/09