birth of timelessness is then covered over. In time, everything dies with time. Everything is laid, is struck down, tends to surface smoothness, transparency. Sand on the beach - the waves grind it to its source. Everything is Universe is no longer there to polish.
other day I'm your partner. Especially in the morning. One of my sleep on, remain in me are when I get up, falls in my legs when I go into it, then they are very hard, for hours. Sack of potatoes at the foot, hands, abdomen, the jaw and on the eyelids. Potato sack, or a tight rope to the center of the earth. With the busyness of the day stretches and loosens it from all the pulling and jumping and cycling. At night, lying asleep in the umbilical cord is rescheduled, pulled tight and hung all over again at a poker at the center of the earth. Otherwise it would go like this with us -
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