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This time and forever was an instant experienced, under a tree, naked.

Book By: Ken Simm
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Confounded Letter


Submitted:Jul 16, 2008    Reads: 106    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


We stood under trees in the rain when the air it was green. And we looked for a sun dog at the end of the rainbow, contemplating this romantically for a while. This was your legend.

You have still to see what I can do with a class of wonders and that is remarkable but stubborn. When I find the learning listening styles from the children and come at them learning to learn. Look, draw what you see, not what you think you see and then speak the language you have learned in order to say what you have learned to learn

Although you did not see me ever doing this, you were absolved involved as each contributed contemplation ethics. If you allow unprotected discipline then they have won and thirty years of not allowing was enough to retire on.

The head of the Templar Knight and Bacon were one and the same, brazen and clanging harsh. Speaking in tongues. The code is in the first five books. The idea comes from the royal DNA. throughout the centuries diaspora. Thinking laterally about your tea-I-ching and complete the ceremony with a certain compliance complexity. A man rides in on Friday, three days later he rides out on Friday, how? Educate your thoughts in secret and let me read them. Don't interrupt when I am reading about them secret history hidden in esoteric thought police.

It is accepted that physicians cannot cure their own; in the same way teachers cannot teach themselves. I could not teach you yourself after thirty years of inner experience because you knew better from instant experienced now.

This teaching is part of my learning. Everyone can draw, if only with words. An artist learns to be artistic but not creative. We learn to use our eyes and in doing so we develop a sense of drawn perception. Nothing complex couples with this standing under the light filled tree and drawing with the smoke that comes out of my mouth. With the seedling that sticks to you when it drops.

Sticking to your spiral. Sticky Bob.

There is only one place to trace a spiral on a woman and the single flower spear stands upright in its vase. What the flower is depends on you. The nicest thing is when you pull you towards you and stand naked behind me.





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