Inebriate of Air am I And Debauchee of Dew Reeling through endless summer days From inns of Molten Blue.
Inebriate of Air am I And Debauchee of Dew Reeling through endless summer days From inns of Molten Blue.
And smeared like brine on a slavering swine,
Starr Faithful, once so fair,
Drawn from the sea to her debauchee,
With the salt sand in her hair.
DEBAUCHEE, n. One who has so earnestly pursued pleasure that he has had the misfortune to overtake it.
Are we only Love and nothing else or the debauchee of this Love since we are so abandoned precisely by Love through the inquisitive destiny of mankind How can we be left by that Love that we want so anxiously when we wake up in the dawns of our birth We cannot be abandoned by ourselves because this is all that is left in us Love and nothing moreWe are always abandoned by the Love in us as well, but especially by ourselves because no Love can last forever, except in books or fairytales, outside us. Even if we made all that is possible not to leave Love, it leaves us because in this Image of Destiny that is our world we are not allowed to be happy unless we know in the Illusion of Life that happiness is that horizon line that always runs further away quicker we run towards it, if we know that Love only kills us is we want it never to disappear from within us.
We do not believe that the American people will knowingly elect to the Presidency a coarse debauchee who would bring his harlots with him to Washington, and hire lodgings for them convenient to the White House.
Not even man that will re-find himself will be able to remove the vanity from this diabolic world, but he can change it from a vanity of his ideological debauchee into a vanity of self reconciliation. The divinity in man cannot admit vanity and thus it will try to replace it with new reasons for which we are born, but it will finally understand that everything is a big vanity and a great sin that no longer belongs to us but to the print that whispered our existence, full of the thorns of the moments that hunt us.
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