For three days, after the sun reaches its solstice, it appears to stand still. This period of pause, between the Suns descent and Ascent, wrought paralyzing dread and fear into the hearts and minds of the early pre-Christians. Over Time, they established rituals and traditions concerning this period (December 22 to December 25). They passed the word through oral tradition, and eventually, after their societies established writing, wrote it down, concerning their Sun God: the sun shall lay in a grave (point of solstice) for 3 days. But after 3 days the sun shall rise, be resurrected, (according to Webster's dictionary, the word resurrect is linked to the word resurge, which means To Rise Again, to revive), and ascend toward heaven, (progressively ascend northward to the position of the summer sun). And when the sun completes its ascent upward toward the point of its summer solstice, it will comfort us and bless us.....But the bat, and made beautiful display on, have seen those nocturnal butterflies they would rather do gliding among the other cloudy sky, the poor butterflies always caught as prey, the victim without any introduction, only seven day of their lives span. “How does the music would lead us to?” to subsidized this wonderous situation since they are the sequel บทต่อเนื่อง to the diminishing moon that moves slowly passing by which is the interpretion of spectrum . Seeing is believing receiving signals at earth station are directly related to bit error rate in digital As an advocate dialect the circuit between the satellite and the leval of malicious obsecurity are above the thick and thin of the mud, the sea Thalassa that struggling through years of prosperity. That the simplicity of the hyper-realism , the invention of this wild story, the fraction of its own obvious synonym คำพ้อง. Good time with me, in fact it was it was by a god of the old temple of Saturnalia where they hold the ancient Roman festival, if the thunder were held above the sky and the lightening would have seized these kudchies , the wings for mudding arrogated disdainfully, but the distinction of darkness has arrived before the free to fall spirits of pesticide had occurred so fast in social mating ciriculum . Again and again, against their prides to whom Jim Thompson nephew to lady Charlott often conflicted with the minds of those who has lived there under the windmill tower, the substantial place for hiding from thunder strom. Meditates of such inference to fit in space and time zone of the Elizabethan’s protestant in 1609. “I thank you for your wish, and am well pleased To wish it back on you: fare you well Jim”. Her singular version of a simple woman, the one with culture she have been created placed her in the vanguard of sur-realistic ”Your wife would give you little thanks for that, If she were by, to hear you make the offer.” When the young woman was putting on the act of devine taste if she could not pass she would die at the night before the event. “A pound of that same mermaid's flesh is possessive of noun: The court awards it, and the law give it to the verb of third person and singularly perfect tense of do”. She will die after her mom’s execution . At the night before the event , she can’t think of any reason for not to cry, “as I recalls,” the tempolization with nectorous voices. “And you must cut this flesh from off her breast: The law allows it, and the court awards it.”. At the moment rolling back to Sir Edmund Hillary of Siam get the disdrainful flocking machine turn around as if he would have said “The inimical forces of nature within us were so authentic and this prevalent we are forced to keep,save, and the protection assume continuously since the beginning of mankind.” If only if the interpretor would have spoken “il ya proximite de sang entre vous et moi , either it was seved through her regnant ego,” vigilante or embivalent” that tingled with her sense of “pubic centente.” For the sake of accomplishment unlike her mother superior or she would have it fix. That disdrainful peace of art. ”I pray you, let me look upon the bond.” With chemical reaction or she would die with the executetion of ages believing “of sanctified by goddess. Having been persuaded by the impairment in front of the number of lens that linkage to human’s minds even more visible, allow us to probe at the heart of quasar and witness the birth of a star; a poet of his comtemporary and a leader of a global networks. As an artist she explores the realms of eroticism which present the ideal beauty as complex embodiment. One more time for the good time. In fact the goddess arranged it, ” If you should find the need of my existence, just lay your head upon this pillow and go on dreaming about the et de Hollywood.” A little chit and chat to captain Bush, “Bangkok here I come”. Saturday 17th December 1983 ….and the rain falls heavily on the earth,the horizon, the atmosphere in this sequale misty fog from the night before at...singularly perfect tense of do”. She will die after her mom’s execution . At the night before the event , she can’t think of any reason for not to cry, “as I recalls,” the tempolization with nectorous voices. “And you must cut this flesh from off her breast: The law allows it, and the court awards it.”. At the moment rolling back to Sir Edmund Hillary of Siam get the disdrainful flocking machine turn around as if he would have said “The inimical forces of nature within us were so authentic and this prevalent we are forced to keep,save, and the protection assume continuously since the beginning of mankind.” If only if the interpretor would have spoken “il ya proximite de sang entre vous et moi , either it was seved through her regnant ego,” vigilante or embivalent” that tingled with her sense of “pubic centente.” For the sake of accomplishment unlike her mother superior or she would have it fix. That disdrainful peace of art. ”I pray you, let me look upon the bond.” With chemical reaction or she would die with the executetion of ages believing “of sanctified by goddess. Having been persuaded by the impairment in front of the number of lens that linkage to human’s minds even more visible, allow us to probe at the heart of quasar and witness the birth of a star; a poet of his comtemporary and a leader of a global networks. As an artist she explores the realms of eroticism which present the ideal beauty as complex embodiment. One more time for the good time. In fact the goddess arranged it, ” If you should find the need of my existence, just lay your head upon this pillow and go on dreaming about the et de Hollywood.” A little chit and chat to captain Bush, “Bangkok here I come”. Saturday 17th December 1983 ….and the rain falls heavily on the earth,the horizon, the atmosphere in this sequale misty fog from the night before at eighteen hours. You must prepare your bosom for his knife. Entrance of the enthrone queen, just like kiss and tell bruntly if said so, “Love means you’re not gonna get it.” The overtone of his own son, Uranus, a god regard as the father of justice. In this Uranus vincinity the misty cloudy sky black out Jupeter’s fourth moon enroute lasted to Uranus’s magnetic field for such phenomena caused Jupeter’s four moons altered their position, as they are reversing into a god regarded by themselves, two million years ago he was overthrown by his son Furies who was riding the phony of Cyclope. For his love to his son he said, “never identified the situation as rival against blood line.” And the rain falls on earth’s southeastern atmosphere. One minute before Jupitor enroute to Uranus’s magnetic field. “How old are you then ?”. It’s driven eternally the hostile within little molecules of emzime from the beginning of metabolism if we dip them down the fluorescent colours we would see them all and this part of evolution’s theme rebirth. When the exact situation come you will see at point blank the range that you can not missed the concept that evoked that lead to the idealism the one germanic word tugend which concern medieval age of Christians’ peculiarity. .
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Friday, August 23, 2013
Monday, July 29, 2013
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“span> ....……….As dawn goes by over the sky misty came the morning glorious day, late afternoon then evening also leave the moon above the sky, we were wondering why?
……….”What’s on thee desire o’ mind” that’s right “What to do?” we thought of him who is who when the owl sing, To-whoo, To-who, What’s for? Thee needed love but not to be bored and that’s supposed, rewards given but thee were forbidden, sing To-whoo, To-who “Do you know why?”, cuz, so many time we were forgotten those target and the rhymes, “keep cool” it’s all right for to night, sing To-whoo, ……To-who, never too soon de poet of wisdom will slash the moon. The moon would beheaded, he said, To-whoo, To-who, as pen was writing in my thought by nboth edges of his swords, “The moon” he said “c’mon, deancing around me”. In the Elizabethan's tower. .What’s on thee desire o’ mind” that’s right “What to do?” we thought of him who is who when the owl sing, To-whoo, To-who, What’s for? Thee needed love but not to be bored and that’s supposed, rewards given but thee were forbidden, sing To-whoo, To-who “Do you know why?”, cuz, so many time we were forgotten those target and the rhymes, “keep cool” it’s all right for to night, sing To-whoo, ……
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To-who, never too soon de poet of wisdom will slash the moon. The moon would beheaded, he said, To-whoo, To-whoo, as pen was writing in my thought by nboth edges of his swords, “The moon” he said “c’mon, deancing around me”. In the “green”tower.“span> ....……….As dawn goes by over the sky misty came the morning glorious day, late afternoon then evening also leave the moon above the sky, we were wondering why?
……….”What’s on thee desire o’ mind” that’s right “What to do?” we thought of him who is who when the owl sing, To-whoo, To-who, What’s for? Thee needed love but not to be bored and that’s supposed, rewards given but thee were forbidden, sing To-whoo, To-who “Do you know why?”, cuz, so many time we were forgotten those target and the rhymes, “keep cool” it’s all right for to night, sing To-whoo, ……To-who, never too soon de poet of wisdom will slash the moon. The moon would beheaded, he said, To-whoo, To-who, as pen was writing in my thought by nboth edges of his swords, “The moon” he said “c’mon, deancing around me”. In the Elizabethan's tower. .What’s on thee desire o’ mind” that’s right “What to do?” we thought of him who is who when the owl sing, To-whoo, To-who, What’s for? Thee needed love but not to be bored and that’s supposed, rewards given but thee were forbidden, sing To-whoo, To-who “Do you know why?”, cuz, so many time we were forgotten those target and the rhymes, “keep cool” it’s all right for to night, sing To-whoo, ……
“...As dawn goes down lullaby,the bird sing.;Well! In the field of bloody revolution where it was dwelling in human’s brain that rare their greed, there are those impious veins and therefore as jealous upbringing they as well grown up who fought the battle up. still falls the rain. There was a man with his sword drawn in his hand, over his shadow apparently lean his shoulder against the wall somewhere, never the chance of his awareness, the man of an Arabian tribal, the salvage Bedouin who lives in sheepskin tents with six wives robed the chance of being under the lime light by me, Oh God! Who to think logically and draw conclusion from facts, who was being vigilant of justification and that what was my explanation to justice. Nevertheless, he said “Under the sky” from where we sat there and felt so stoned, “Who cursed the whales?” never a word his name been told. At first time we have ever his tale, keep wonder what was his desire to save ........................the whales, flashing designated light but he missed “Only twice” he said..
“Slash the moon” Still falls the rain as dark as the man’s world, with the heart pausing sounds that changed in vain; black as our lost, blind as sixteen hundred and fourty-six nails, upon the cross
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