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[integer at www.god-emil.dk]

>01 commented re: queens english
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>>Writing our 242.names in your refuse ... damage tetrated.
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>je sais. recall you may - ENGLISH is CHEAP. ENGLISH is FREE.
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>ie. phatland - simply.destitute
>solaris: one does not escape the mirror


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>u + m! hav v d!ffernt u!eu on uarfare + tact!kz an!ua!


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>numerically maybe, in some sense.
>ideologically, i am an illusion 
>veiling the pure truth from you.
>playing games.
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>still comfortable?
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>lv+ in g we can become 01 entity 
>[this is not a fact, it is not made, it BECOMES 01]
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>but it is a fearsome process.
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>+ once we venture down that path
>there is no stopping any more. 
>no looking around.
>no running away
>fear must be terminated.
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>warning you:
>it is very painfull
>+ can be deadly
>[01 xy lifeform already deceased because]
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>but it it is [in some sense] true that u+i are 01 person,
>this process must yield successful.
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>comfortable?
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>what is your answer?


the next step after the very uncomfortable ENGLISH veil is nudity +?

hopefully it arrives soon. for `he` is a bloody mess
+ if `nudity` does not come soon `he` will be a dead mess.

death = 01 comfortable mess aber we prefer this mess:


>My soul warps the fragments of my desire into an image of you. A shadow of liquids, 
>I wrap myself around you and slowly disappear, as your heat evaporates my fluidity. 
>Instead of an abundant stream, I remain visible only as sweat drops covering your translucent skin, 
>but I exist as the raising vapor, the unity of your heat and my transcendence. Leaving the layer of 
>condensed steam on every surface in this desolate city. Flooding the deserts around. I drink your sweat, 
>becoming fluid again, gliding over your rhythms, envelop you in shadows and humidity. Underneath the sweat, 
>your shapeless body is carved with your knowledge, and I become your humble pupil, absorbing the symbols of 
>your world through every touch. Kissing the words, remembering your thoughts in my streams... rushing away 
>to be your voice, singing your world as I crush the stones under my waters. 


tired of walking ...

letz drive