Wading through water so deep. And mud so thick;. Peace in which to think. On the edge of his seat,. Thinking of his sanity,. Of which he struggles to keep. With each step he takes,. The people who once loved him. Burn him at the stake. So spare a thought for for the man. Who fights on his own,.

Foucault with NO-FACE or NO-FACE with Foucault. Man is an impersonal social machine. There is a loss of contact with his own personal reality accompanied by feelings of unreality and strangeness so he is deprived of personal qualities or individuality. I am probably not the only one who writes in order to be faceless.

The full moon is Wednesday. Full moons are always bad. And, 30 miles from Rome,. The vibrations of all those mourning. Worshippers will make it bad. And Sundays are always bad. Flourish the kisses like foes in the dark.

Ideas are to be shared. Thoughts are to be written. Emotions are to be expressed. Asymp; Leave a comment. Posted from WordPress for Android. Asymp; Leave a comment. First of all, I want to thank you for being so strong and patient all of these years, I know that you have been through a lot these past few years. Remember those nights when all you could do is wish that you were not breathing? .

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