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spiritual wall
Verlie 2022-12-12 23:16:48
Building a spiritual wall seems to be doomed to such an end on the day of birth, full of violence and self-loss. Everything came in such an orderly manner that fear occupies the only pure land in the heart, which breeds dirty beauty. He rescued the wounded mouse, selfish fear prevailed, and it was exiled in the river that never returns. Go! Try to bury everything! The hysteria that followed, the shouting and shouting never saved the shadow of childhood. The bright red blood soaked the clear water, filled with the breath of death, but this was the last struggle, and it seemed that it was useless. The wall fell, so what? A new round of construction has begun again, and it continues to be closed and self-destructed. I am afraid that what is needed is not discussion and research, but recording all this. But it's all so logical and difficult. That wild age has passed, and another wild age has come.
Extended Reading
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Teacher: What have we here, laddie? Mysterious scribblings? A secret code? No! Poems, no less! Poems, everybody!
[classmates laughs]
Teacher: The laddie reckons himself a poet!
[reads poem from Pink's little black book]
Teacher: "Money, get back / I'm all right, Jack / Keep your hands off my stack / New car / Caviar / Four-star daydream / Think I'll buy me a football team."
[slams the book onto Pink's desk]
Teacher: Absolute rubbish, laddie.
[whacks him with a ruler, growls at Pink]
Teacher: Get on with your work.
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Rock and Roll Manager: [Pinks Manager,Doctor and roadies trying to fix him] The boys an asthmatic.
Hotel Manager: [Outraged] Asthmatic?
Rock and Roll Manager: He's an Artist!