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Completion ("голоса")
May. 17th, 2019 12:56 amSilence on the island of Rügen
Engineers look confused and bewildered
Who, they say, knew what was it, exactly?
Is it the voice? An illusion? Something hidden from them?
There are many, indeed, but only a few realize their true nature and their role in the great conspiracy.
The "voice" is a trick by our agents with the intentions of helping us to deceive. Our goal is to deceive by using only words to cover our tracks.
The illusion is an effective deception that uses music, shadows, and illusions to confuse our victims and their eyes. It requires the victim to believe what they are hearing because of the music, shadows, and illusions. All have been shown to fool the uninitiated.
Our hidden agenda
The truth about the voices is revealed in the text " Voices and Voices: New Light on How the World Really Works" by Thomas G. MacMillan. It has been proven accurate. It may even be the most accurate. The deception is carried out through music.
From this text, see what the music has
стихи не умеет падла
но так, ничего себе умная talktotransformer.com/
бла, бла, бла...
In the iron bunkers and at the far sawmill
In the fields of despair and in the madness' den
Among the ruins, in a forgotten ancient temple
I ate a bitter hallucinogen
...
Streams flowed upon the terror ragged rocks
Star of the North called us into the eternal battle
The Glory swirled in the height, and there boomed the shells
As a forest twisted virgin screamed and rattled.
The war between man and beast spread in the plains;
A war of light and darkness tore
Through the fields of death and the forests of fear.
As the sun was falling I saw stars.
As the earth swayed I heard songs
Of songs of the gods.
несколько лучше
попробуем типа прозу
I fell asleep, I woke up. I lived as I didn't live. So we've been taught in a Spec-Ops school - to live as gold cast butterfly, and flying over nests should sprinkle we all around with pollen of wisdom incredible. The detachment of the Big Ballet leave it's light dance, and women from the Guild will suddenly become the feathers of the Fire-Bird, all full of flames and vigour. I woke up, still not sleeping. I was in the room. We woke up in the middle, like two men, each watching his own back as the other watches his back, looking at each other and listening, in which they have their eyes glued to the wall. They are all naked together. I remember a woman. Her breasts were soft, she was in her 30s, and she was looking at her friend as if they were part of some kind of sacred fire, and she was trying to be a peacemaker, she had a soft voice, she looked like her mother, she was pretty and lovely. It was almost as if she was being told how to be beautiful, how
софт порно какое-то
с эффектом эха
Engineers look confused and bewildered
Who, they say, knew what was it, exactly?
Is it the voice? An illusion? Something hidden from them?
There are many, indeed, but only a few realize their true nature and their role in the great conspiracy.
The "voice" is a trick by our agents with the intentions of helping us to deceive. Our goal is to deceive by using only words to cover our tracks.
The illusion is an effective deception that uses music, shadows, and illusions to confuse our victims and their eyes. It requires the victim to believe what they are hearing because of the music, shadows, and illusions. All have been shown to fool the uninitiated.
Our hidden agenda
The truth about the voices is revealed in the text " Voices and Voices: New Light on How the World Really Works" by Thomas G. MacMillan. It has been proven accurate. It may even be the most accurate. The deception is carried out through music.
From this text, see what the music has
стихи не умеет падла
но так, ничего себе умная talktotransformer.com/
бла, бла, бла...
In the iron bunkers and at the far sawmill
In the fields of despair and in the madness' den
Among the ruins, in a forgotten ancient temple
I ate a bitter hallucinogen
...
Streams flowed upon the terror ragged rocks
Star of the North called us into the eternal battle
The Glory swirled in the height, and there boomed the shells
As a forest twisted virgin screamed and rattled.
The war between man and beast spread in the plains;
A war of light and darkness tore
Through the fields of death and the forests of fear.
As the sun was falling I saw stars.
As the earth swayed I heard songs
Of songs of the gods.
несколько лучше
попробуем типа прозу
I fell asleep, I woke up. I lived as I didn't live. So we've been taught in a Spec-Ops school - to live as gold cast butterfly, and flying over nests should sprinkle we all around with pollen of wisdom incredible. The detachment of the Big Ballet leave it's light dance, and women from the Guild will suddenly become the feathers of the Fire-Bird, all full of flames and vigour. I woke up, still not sleeping. I was in the room. We woke up in the middle, like two men, each watching his own back as the other watches his back, looking at each other and listening, in which they have their eyes glued to the wall. They are all naked together. I remember a woman. Her breasts were soft, she was in her 30s, and she was looking at her friend as if they were part of some kind of sacred fire, and she was trying to be a peacemaker, she had a soft voice, she looked like her mother, she was pretty and lovely. It was almost as if she was being told how to be beautiful, how
софт порно какое-то
с эффектом эха
