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2-baby eyes (prose by cauchy3)
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cauchy3
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Sunday, 26th September 2004 @ 02:56:32 AM in AEST
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2-baby eyes
Perhaps that knocks and perhaps that waive I am not an ox with yokes. Never spayed or go on without steer. Lawyer put up the rope to loop holes. Lawyer put up the rope to loop holes. I loop up the loops for no true permutations. Sexes, laws, lives, moneys, orders, justices, dignities are not in one sets of combinations.
There are many different orders. There are many different tokens. The macabre or lucks are our stands. The points we stand in and the powers take control and behind us. Lures and baits are advantages. Who feeds the dogs that bark?
Conceal your mind in positions. One never balances their conflict with dignities. So we are Gods of God. Bear in minds that conflicts are demands `in our lives.
Trades are exchange of moneys and crafts of positions in some how. Switch to lyres from Lyra ! Our dreams in realities may full fill. Lyricisms of feel are love-lysis. But the societies are full of inter personnel conflicts. Each round of wines `turns out to be costly
Moneys and prides are self-basis they and they interpenetrated our lives. The risks are on gang ways but the results would be jump in airs. The gap of failure and success is not only the trail but our lucks that turn out.
It is like to pretend glasses to diamonds. So we need persuasive strategies. Your charts should full of graceful takes. Negotiations should employ your determinations to the positions to your counts. Our directions are networks in groups. Or to delude to our counter hands! Our promises are bushes to hide the paws of tigers.
Wayward and waylaid are pawns that should be used, Spying are skills of unmoved minds. We may focus in ground while the orders must divide. Our grounds are the combined advantages. Manifest speculates of our counter hands and wigs them with orders or disorders.
Lyricisms of feels are love-lysis. Trades in lives are moneys-lysis. Thoughts are all basis. Basswoods are only some kinds of crosses. Christ this bastard is full of powers. This is the tactics of religions. At least we take his images then we might earn some lives.
So baby eyes are as sharp as lynx-eyes. So we relay on our intuitions as results of your experiences. Some old men keep a pair of sharp baby eyes in minds. If this guy is brave to all his set backs then the reverse may be one in sure eyes
Sometimes I slap myself on my own faces. Xenophobes are just patriots with no rights. One with no legacies well to be legal spy for moneys! Patrimonies are guns or suffers will turn man to corners. Trade them with stocks in corners if they have physical or mental powers. Moneys and powers would be all-cure. Take one example who is Jesus. Why he is one God? Finally why Christ is crucifix! Who claim his spirits? Only because spirits and vim are lovable powers! Loves ok!
To buy off the other feels with feels but beware that to be one prisoner of feels. Vicious merchants greed to moneys and sell themselves with moneys. What kinds of stages that you are selling? What would be in your corners? Will one really bend on glories? Or just pin down by futures. Who is the creator of lives? Who is the arbiter to balance all issues in ones lives? Is this a baby eyes or Gods fingers? Do palms of gods got eyes?
prose by cheung shun sang=cauchy3
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Re: 2-baby eyes (prose by cauchy3)
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by Kindredblood_dragon on
Sunday, 26th September 2004 @ 04:04:10 AM AEST
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| :O Me feel dumb me feel confused, reading this..left me feeling like umm, Im sorry I just couldnt make sense of this poem/ story write...dont take offense someone will see the poem for what it is, Im just not as on to it as most are. |
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