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Cobwebs in the mind: skyfall
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Cobwebs in the mind. Phantom in the raft. For weeks, or maybe even months, I haven't dreamt of the ocean. I was missing my ocean dreams, and just like that, last night, it came back to me. The old . Imagine yourself in a foreign land- known to none other, not even you- and that land is the rough jagged terrain untrodden by aught but your ideas- that l. When we can open up to the thought of the possibility that the universe is alive and is a living thing, the ramifications of the possible ideas of the divi.
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6/66, Inner Circle Drive: Conversations with an imaginary lover
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6/66, Inner Circle Drive. Retractable claws and shedding fur. Wednesday, March 6, 2013. Conversations with an imaginary lover. 8220;Did you know you can kill someone with 2 roshogollas? 8221; “With love.”. Roared by the Royal Bengal Tigress. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Grains of Sand in the Litter Bin. Agony Aunt of the Penguins. Bury, not praise him! Mary, Mother of God. Slap her, she's Naaz! Conversations with an imaginary lover. I might be an alcoholic. Simple template. Powered by Blogger.
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Cobwebs in the mind: July 2015
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Cobwebs in the mind. Phantom in the raft. For weeks, or maybe even months, I haven't dreamt of the ocean. I was missing my ocean dreams, and just like that, last night, it came back to me. The old . Imagine yourself in a foreign land- known to none other, not even you- and that land is the rough jagged terrain untrodden by aught but your ideas- that l. When we can open up to the thought of the possibility that the universe is alive and is a living thing, the ramifications of the possible ideas of the divi.
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Cobwebs in the mind: moving meditation
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Cobwebs in the mind. Phantom in the raft. For weeks, or maybe even months, I haven't dreamt of the ocean. I was missing my ocean dreams, and just like that, last night, it came back to me. The old . Imagine yourself in a foreign land- known to none other, not even you- and that land is the rough jagged terrain untrodden by aught but your ideas- that l. When we can open up to the thought of the possibility that the universe is alive and is a living thing, the ramifications of the possible ideas of the divi.
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6/66, Inner Circle Drive: May 2009
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6/66, Inner Circle Drive. Retractable claws and shedding fur. Sunday, May 24, 2009. I want to defenestrate some people. Roared by the Royal Bengal Tigress. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Grains of Sand in the Litter Bin. Agony Aunt of the Penguins. Bury, not praise him! Mary, Mother of God. Slap her, she's Naaz! Simple template. Powered by Blogger.
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Cobwebs in the mind: September 2014
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Cobwebs in the mind. Phantom in the raft. For weeks, or maybe even months, I haven't dreamt of the ocean. I was missing my ocean dreams, and just like that, last night, it came back to me. The old . Imagine yourself in a foreign land- known to none other, not even you- and that land is the rough jagged terrain untrodden by aught but your ideas- that l. When we can open up to the thought of the possibility that the universe is alive and is a living thing, the ramifications of the possible ideas of the divi.
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Cobwebs in the mind: December 2014
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Cobwebs in the mind. Phantom in the raft. For weeks, or maybe even months, I haven't dreamt of the ocean. I was missing my ocean dreams, and just like that, last night, it came back to me. The old . Imagine yourself in a foreign land- known to none other, not even you- and that land is the rough jagged terrain untrodden by aught but your ideas- that l. When we can open up to the thought of the possibility that the universe is alive and is a living thing, the ramifications of the possible ideas of the divi.
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Glass.
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Feb 15, 2013. The evening reminds me of you,. The evening with its smell of wet earth, rain and madness. And a restless despair grips my heart. I miss your touch,. Your beautiful bustling body, scarred with people, pressed close against mine. I miss your smell, your taste, your poetry. And I crave you, you, you,. My city, my muse, my whore. Kaal Boyshaakhi. :P. Made it sound as Bengla as I could.). February 15, 2013 at 9:39 AM. February 23, 2013 at 1:27 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
