Withering Theory

Hello. Welcome to the page of Heiste. I am but a simple glass eye barrier reef, and the Battle begins! I sit and fight with my fingers , and the human brilliance as my servant. Well. Right now this is just a temporary introduction to my page. A Thoughtwinge reality water ripple. But do you have the water?

E-mail Me Attack - stickery granite tacks:
A voice to shout From.

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The Embryo awakened Church of Phallic Caution.

The green-orange ember warmed medical war fluid pours out of holy!
Specks of peace and eazed razor preacher drills, drill drill drill those imprints. Shove forward hovering viral era!

Without vital fluid the transition from sitting running fingers blind with fins institution to guide -- is rough and the sex is chafing.
How will the aspiration permutation mutate the egg! How will it spear the flesh -- to make a beast which gives the ==running fingers blind== a leash to grasp. Neccessary body robot to holy hold holy the mind.
Without Lubrication it will empty into a brick bombshelter turret to shoot down ownership.

Drill Preacher Drill.

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. A spy Ship from the Sucubbi Fleets catches a glimpse of demonic harmonics.

My goal is perfection and of course I am immortal.

Eeeeeee Goo! Get, Scat. Eeee gooo. Go ego!

A stand facing a tunnelless cliff-side with insect eyelids, with a wish to peel away the road. ...

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That Is All I feel like writing down on my page. I need to break free from it and shatter inhibitions and a set way of thought. Shift through the paradigmns. Soo I might not ever get to typing any more here.

Mentalarity polarity rare are lyrics. I love you all. Including the one who grins and smiles with withering THEORY.

Dont mind it at all.

And dont stand among the will mongers.