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Cloy cupidity To want is weak, a worry spent too often in the inquiry for greatness. We strive for perfection too boldly, and for ignorance too meekly. We seek power and love and ecstasy in life, while accepting avarice and lust with no second thoughts. By knowing our flaws too well, we invite ourselves to admire those that discard them and ignore those that don't. Must we so easily abandon ourselves? Man sees desire as an unconquerable thing too often for it to become anything but a self-prophesying device of irony. He sees its defeat as inhuman, superb, triumphal to the point of revered heroism. He is noxious to his own freedom, allying will with an exisCloy cupidity by =VBAadmin
THE, meaning of life The wine-glass confessionist doesn'tTHE, meaning of life by =VBAadmin
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know the happenings, the
outcome, the
future, but for sure he knows the
prediction, as always, the prediction, the truthful
prediction FOR the eye of the beholden, the always truthful, illabile, the
—NO,NO,NO! The ever, NEVER truthful, the erring paradox of balance
(…d) … value … and significance … and meaning … and happiness …
… life … and reality
in this zoomed-in, unstructured, giddy, spinning THĒ,
which remains to this day, in bothersome-detail:
UN-reproducible. He wanders about a
changing, sorrowful THE,
for it is his only, his al
Beauty of the butterfly swan The most interesting thing about a butterfly swan is its wings,Beauty of the butterfly swan by =VBAadmin
which shine green under ultraviolet light
and blue under the sunset's sight,
whose vision veers now towards verdure.
The health of the seer improves
through the seeing of that which is sought,
for like the wings with which mystery is fraught,
the end is seen as majestic.
The end is sought by naught supreme,
but rather by the subjects of beauty
who to the swan they carry the duty
of sight unto its wings.
And, lastly now, the trumpet calls
loud, clear, and insightful,
unlike the dead unsightly bull,
who has no wings that shine.
Such is the beauty of the butterfly sw
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