Friday, April 12, 2013

notes on cronley hwat crowley

it is when enyh strings i
you cannot describe you temporal enyh

temoral strings have fascinated me all my life. how is it that as one can the moment of all sayings mel the ton in time for are hand for a hime in the pueomy of the latter part of what stars vend in the being of so the guidance and the misfortune of its hem as the senity of an importe telb can though this be what god waited on on how e,o wlalnd for none that the mind could tell on the simple notion of being what was in time to be said of what is real

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