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t that his ears had jilted him by feeding him with the wrong spoon of id

ere bound to transformation had sundry sways on the earth.

ished they were longer than that. If they were, twould aid

His instinct probably was telling lies to him. If it was, there was p

ain as though he was looking for what he had heard its croons or voice. O

craving of his father was pu

st times he did lose track of how possible twas for him to m

on him and had been channelling his course. He was of cours

t to be the one living beyond the veils he loved looking at above him. He wished on

e quite the numbers of variations between the place and his world. Trees we

jority of the stray angels who wouldn't go to hell would meet with Heylel, their

urse time would test it. Twas outta the hatred he had often gone t

fought his way around the scarred scene and twas worth it. Since

e knew was that, at the brim of all, he always had his

ving from a link of thought to the other. The environment was someth

wn. Back in the underworld, damp darkness would heave a thousa

ause he had been exhausted by the struggle. He asked himself. If he truly hadn't

ow he had ended up in that part of the universe. He had intentionall

ew places which existed in different parts of universe. His father's

s or hemispheres which encompassed the universe. But for the meanti

emselves. He couldn't be sure why. Probably one would not grow

hould take any part or all par

would he do with the horns of Dionysus? His father had

he did explore the figments of the universe. He knew that soonest, one of t

ourse he did feel urgency of the cal

ith green leaves, but back in h

wound since he had gotten on that part of the universe. How

no idea what to do and

ate leaf. But surely, that part of the universe was w

g of leaves behind a

stinct would never

ice. Then he turned. Damn! He hadn't ever seen t