CHAPTER 1:
deity of majesty intermediaries, making the term leisure is a special wish in the summer of XCVIII for destiny that drifts away... “Blessed be they, O’ everlasting who always roam all those ministerial souls” hearts ablaze, the demiurge said solemnly.
— appendix, XVII: 19.98’ sacrosanct by heavenly duendes.
agelong milestones on the odyl o’ lambency ; freedom in wild souls by youths blazing with fiery enthusiasm—a feeling of exuberance that brings them to their archetypal identity, I—burns all enthusiasm to push for the beatitude bestowed upon them.
“in the buoyancy that feels perennial, there is a feeling of doldrums that has been passed—where the past isn’t described by memoirs”
with the scrumptious power of the poems testify; that in fact the sanctity of the demigoddess behooves a parliament to the perfection of the echelons shepherding all illustrious souls. fundamental equality, they respect the existence of the almighty, O’ outrageous and ecclesiastical being. The passion that burns within me with the accompaniment of old-fashioned classic melodies that are lightsomely accepted by the ear—chorus after hum, all of them are prissy to listen to—craving for the tapering flowers that fall and enter through my bedchamber window.
deity of majesty intermediaries, making the term leisure is a special wish in the summer of XCVIII for destiny that drifts away... “Blessed be they, O’ everlasting who always roam all those ministerial souls” hearts ablaze, the demiurge said solemnly.
— appendix, XVII: 19.98’ sacrosanct by heavenly duendes.
agelong milestones on the odyl o’ lambency ; freedom in wild souls by youths blazing with fiery enthusiasm—a feeling of exuberance that brings them to their archetypal identity, I—burns all enthusiasm to push for the beatitude bestowed upon them.
“in the buoyancy that feels perennial, there is a feeling of doldrums that has been passed—where the past isn’t described by memoirs”
with the scrumptious power of the poems testify; that in fact the sanctity of the demigoddess behooves a parliament to the perfection of the echelons shepherding all illustrious souls. fundamental equality, they respect the existence of the almighty, O’ outrageous and ecclesiastical being. The passion that burns within me with the accompaniment of old-fashioned classic melodies that are lightsomely accepted by the ear—chorus after hum, all of them are prissy to listen to—craving for the tapering flowers that fall and enter through my bedchamber window.