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Post this on the walls of the 12 prettiest Girls you know...
If you get back 5 you're beautiful. ..
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For this hound was hardly literal.
This hound was religion.
Beliefs and the deepest understandings older than the reversed loophole of inception.
In its most literal form the gangster doesn't sleep. The gangster is reality. It metaphorically mugs those of inferior emotions and impure and uncertain hearts. It strips people of their conscious lives. Simple people.
The gangster is the dog. The dog is the gangster. The dog chases the cats. The cat chases the mice. The mouse runs, not from the cat but in search for knowledge. Knowledge that doesn't exist in the mouse's medium.
Knowledge is a black hole.
A black hole is Knowledge.
Knowledge is a paradox.
An illusion.
Death.
Post this on the walls of the 12 prettiest Girls you know...
If you get back 5 you're beautiful. ..
❤¸.•*""*•. ¸❤ ❤¸.•*""*•. ¸❤ ❤¸.•*""*•. ¸❤