asleep you taste
the cloves on your tongue
asleep you dream
the books are ignited
asleep you dream
the ideas are fading
asleep you stir
the sheep are bleating
asleep
he is on the floor
quietly, the men come
the door of no use
you knew he would
leave out the window.
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I was sitting in a basement room with a couple of friends, and the little basement window along the ceiling was open. A wisp of something, like a little cloud, came in through the window, circled the ceiling and left where it came in. We all (4 of us)agreed it was a supernatural phenomena.
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these things are crazy.
the post is very crazy and the comments.
they are oartack.
ils sont me donner un gros semblemation de peur. oui, un semblemation.
it is chien fini osit tabernouche sale chien de ta mere et nique les, euh, nique les... euh...
tous
qui sont
trop tard et
tant tot
et
dans la nuit je suis
le gars que te donne
oartack et qui
me pousser qui
sont, sont, et sans
pas
la peur.
mais j'ai
comme tous
Le Peur
et un peur de tous
et tu
tous les jours.
wow i just read yr poem again it's so good. frick.
Inspiring.
they are giving me a big semblemation fear. yes, a semblemation.
it is finished dog osit tabernouche dirty dog and your mother nique the, um, the technical ... uh ...
all
are
too late and
As tot
and
at night I am
the guy that gives you
oartack and
I urge that
are, are, and without
not
fear.
ha. these google translations are a riot.
I especially like the short poem/comment about Le Peur.
so good.
sorry if this poem scared anyone for real. my family heritage and narrative is superstitious and macabre.
very nice
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