...leaf, Eve.
How is that...
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...leaf, Eve.
How is that...
..thought of being protected by the firebrand unbearable?
At this moment of supreme ...
...pleasure, I decide your name doesn't really matter.
Don't look a gift...
...any way sideways, overlook it; for all presents disappoint.
There was a time...
when good and evil were equal.
Now evil is the...
..the headman, better fed and better dressed, with shiny oiled hair.
But if you want . . .
to defeat it, you have to confront it.
And then the world..
...spun backwards, the magnetic poles reversed, and the left-handers took over.
Blinded by the...
...utter wonder of it all.
The whereabouts of...
.. the bohemian partygoer and the girl from the perfume counter had been mixed up with local details, like the holiday clothes and the holiday sweets, some of which Mom and Pop had at one stage out of their own great content given to half-naked beggars.
It sometimes happens that when you make a ...
quiver shiver it bounces around the room and it all ends with an enormous Yes.
When you stop your pitiful wailing about God and Truth, please....
... a blog post of accentuated non-fiction that people steal prefer incredible lives over that of the mundane — the traveler of physical space still triumphs in a way over the traveler of mental arenas. That being said is sadness for most of the times an ordinary can beat extraordinary.
(I actually replied to bouquin's thought not silas thorne's one :P)
Given the context...
.. of the mission-school student who had not completed his education, with no idea of what he wanted to do, except to get away from what he knew, and yet with very little idea of what lay outside what he knew, he went to one of those bohemian parties where he met a fattish young man with a beard who said he worked for the BBC.
It was like being . . .
eaten by a zombie who wasn't hungry but gnawed for the sake of it.
I couldn't resist her...
..so I gave in.
It's a good thing because...