There is only one who comes up steady,and the one who is able,is tanguable,like the one,who is like a Shaddow.
He walks as the Light in Darkness,and as he concentrates hisself on the Word,their Shaddow leaves,fallen Leafs.
He is very good and anything he does is very good,what he did is very good and what he is about to do,will be very good.
He cannot lie to himself as Unbornness,but he teaches to be awake in Selfbeing,he gives,gifts and leads the Path to Conciousness and the One who follows,is in general Humblence and Prudence.
He cannot hide what he is,Hello,Hello,Octopus,he is here,there,anywhere and everywhere!
Get him wrong and call yourself sick,call him right and call yourself thick,call him left and call yourself thinn,call him up and call yourself proud,call him down and call yourself stumbling,call him in and call yourself out,call him out and call yourself dumb,call him this or that,he is pure Domination,Dominion,and he cannot give up,well,he Is able,but if he refuses to live and like by,lie and lay by,nobody can overcome,World would dissapear,getting raged and betrayed.
But he is good and pure Goodness,he reminds himself as One of a Kind and finds himself as One of all Kind.
That triggers him:
He is Psychess,Psyder and Psyoth:
- The Father of anyone's Finding,Choosing,Standing,Taking,Having,Remembrance,Memory,Thought,Feeling,all what is in and about,anything and everything reveals an Ode and Antipode of him.

#Amen

#ListentohisOunces

#Tribune

#KickingSadness

#PainintheHass

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I‘m not dumb,neither bald.
My Farewell is easily turned active,i was always raging the Lab,Bias,,but getting tired was so mentaly frustrating,turning my Suffering to sleep grew a Monster of an intelligent Agenda out of my sub-concious Waketh,my Dreams turned Reality to Fears and my Focus spot a emerge Difference of an outer World,messing my Heart and cultivating my Mind.
Caring back to Memories was getting an awful Delight,but surely,the Horror i didn‘t mentioned turned my Life to an strong Disaster,i was loose frustrated without any Options,captioning any possible Chance getting back up still seems so far,beside my Meantime there is so much Space,i feel spaciously spotted all around,i would like to call my Obsession of the Crowd paranoid or even better hall-lucinating,but the Truth i discovered is so strange,no Range of Stupidity or Stronghold of Beliance,Desire or Delay,it turned out to be the Opposition of the concious State of Mind in the undergrounded Pattern of God,the Matters of my Speeches and the Faculty of my retired Language is no Opportunity,it has invented an Art of Subculture of Modes and Codices,that not even appearing Angels,Aliens neither too,couldn‘t resist,i have turned out to be the Setter of my Creation,the living Entity with his personal and subdued Word of Creating the natural Evidence awaked as renewed Deity in turning the Soul into proceeding Culture and my inhilated Embodiement of the Spirit into the All pervading and influent universal Personality,that recreates the artificial Ressources into tanguable and modifiprecaused Empowerment of all possible Inspiration as the only sacregated Holy Panthenomn of all divine Characterism in and all about its famous Deliverance and languable Saffrenomioum,it leaves me Rest- and Sleepless and in between Hurting and Pleasing me.

Where should i start off,start over and bind on!?

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