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vladimir
clearly the response you dictate is the formal reply to my absurd request for the information that is delicately sewn into the fabric of moral character assassinations carried out in the past. They were complete discernments about the ideas of men who surely knew that their fate was being assigned and not decisions about what to say or what to do but rather the consious idea that we can make or afford changes to the fabric of delight and despire destiny is a clear attitude and a righteous declination of attitude imposed on the critical assumptions about our character. We have given you examples to assign ideas to consume greater bodies of evidence that will guide you into the aforementioned example of living. Righteous decisions that make it easier for you to consider the past and assess the toll of impact on the general populace. There is a clear moral high ground that I impart upon you to consider, because I will not take the time to explain this again I trust that you will consider it for me and that all of the ideas you had concern about were addressed in my speech. That being said, most of the evidence for grand design is based upon the principal of Archemedies who laughingly ascended to the honor of being a little owl in the sword and the stone. Wort was trying to take a lesson from the wizard I forget his name after all his is a very strange sort of wizard, he makes all sorts of predictions predicated on the idea that he already knows everything that is going to happen and surely he does, because it comes true clearly as day, each and every day. There is a battle ground where men are running full speed at each other on horses with a long slender poles to jab each other, I believe it is a form of javelin, and why they do it I can only assume that it is for honor and that sort of thing whereby they prove their worth in battle. However, I have never partaken in such sundry ideas about living and have instead spent all of my time considering love. Here I will share with you the last thing I wrote:
clearly the absurdity of your thoughts plagues the very statement you wish to make
because there is only 24 hours in a day you divide the time with chaos and submit only to the resign of an artist's rendition
like a black sonnet that carries a distinct overtone, most of it weighed down by countless sufferings all arrested in their own developments, all carefully considered one by one as acts of valor after all your true intentions are surreal at best
deny me, and you will find another 24 hours of ridiculous ruminations to remind you why you sought even first
to ascend to the lower plane, deeply embedded in the beams of light travelling over the fixtures of glass wires
sewn beneath the ground, in a hollow tube that resonates with the earth... there in a complete void of silence reverberating across the universe and here below the concord of delight lay a prepubescent girl, flowers tucked beneath her gentle hair blowing slightly in the silence of a solar wind bathing her in particles of truth approximations calculated and weighed with room for human decision
you can see that the years have created a dimension of self-doubt and reliance on guilty fascination in order to subject yourself
to the adjunct reality of loneliness and most of the time you relate to the doubts of others to solidify your own concourse
and to my delight a murmur of still quietness lay over the beacon of Isis, the cry of the wolf cannot tame the fowl
therewith we cry to another, in groanings of our delighted suffering... but farewell is not the summit, tomorrow has come again
with that I remind you that nothing will separate us from the love of God, yet deserved as it is you will know to the reasons for my chaste intentions and wanderings, they collect beneath the silhouette of a provocative seductress, who has never known the touch of a man --- she utters her blasphemies for you
to the delight of the coward, I declare all of this to be quite unreasonable but stay with the moment, I will show you what it means to be delighted in the crown of thorns that Jesus wore... clearly it can be attributed to his own love affair with mary magdylene
and while I consent to the probe I do not agree with the means by which you accomplish your ends, so bear with it
a little while longer --- and you will see introspection delicately signed on a portrait of silk and lace folly
so cry about it to your mother, and tell her what torment you have suffered Thomas... Aquinas -- the Hartford is clearly your stake in pensions why does the man need so much to whither, and thither he will go with aforemost intentions of this hatred clearly imbued with skies of delighted irises and clouds shaped with the faces of people you should know better, it reminds you that this moment is clearly as important as the last and you can't take any of it back, you will not receive a refund --- but you can put your conscience on layaway while an accountant measures your denial complete with a spreadsheet that covers the broader context of your intents and opinions for an eloquent marketing survey about cheap wine and cigarettes so gloss the pages of a romance novel that she will never read, she will never try to get to know you because frankly you were too captivated by her beauty to notice her intense amusement --- and she knew you had her eye, but refused to believe that in your heart there was something for her... not lost to the moment upon that age where all men had tried to imbibe the potent idolatries of semper fidelis that not the concourse of this surveillance, but broach fastened --- buttons tied, and felix the cat wearing a black tophat... grow up Charlie, will you ever see past the moot point of your own repugnant ideas about love, there is something deep within the crevice which cannot be retrieved... not even by a remotely guided submersible, and all the while turbulence on the aircraft is the only thing that wakes you up when you are 6 hours into a flight to Hong Kong trusting that all the memories you endured will return safely to Washington... on the landing approach the gear is extended so the craft suddenly makes contact with the tarry runway and all of those absurd ideas you had on the way down suddenly materialize into a pristine wilderness cast in shadows and moires of the aurora borealis --- and grey aliens make short work of your ideas, but there aren't enough men on the planet to stop them from collectively assuring the minors and children that they have nothing to worry about short of doing what they are told and making no formal complaints about the officer who struck them out of anger... was it his mire to know the suffering of Jesus? I do not enjoy mentioning the name of my greatest adversary yet I cannot delight in the refinements of the rich without confirming the ideas of the poor in merry meadows or melodies of grand empires from the past.... they will all worship you, but few will concede to the reflections you cast upon the first light there at the beginning when it was just you and I, surely by now you can see that alone we are confided by our own reflections into the past, and that confidence relies on assurances that cannot be made with subtle implications of denial... you need proof, and a lot of it--- so go on about your business, writing up plans and considering variables and controls while you confirm the existence of aliens, I see you have made the complete assessment of my whimsical idea... let's leave this to virtue
