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    a) I think you're translating 'asgje per te humbur' far too literally rather than having it be the zeitgeist for the post which is essentially its intention. If you must search for a central theme to help you navigate what is a jungle of disconnected posts, let it be me, bare in all my contradiction and imperfection and maybe 'asgje per te humbur' may find a way to make sense with your perception of what this is.

    b) Despite my inclination to agree that there are distinctions between a male and a female soul, the answer above renders this 2nd point technically moot. This is simply not what's at stake here!
    Ndryshuar pėr herė tė fundit nga IsiNYC : 05-07-2011 mė 14:55
    A casual stroll through the lunatic asylum shows that faith does not prove anything. | Nietzsche

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    The Magician

    Rain pours and his stories puddle
    into mirrors of candid hollow.
    Days ripple in a haze of bliss
    a small breast a wounded swallow
    pauses on his haunted pillows
    and quiets demons with her shadow
    undresses and invites him in
    "I need" she says "to drown the sorrow"

    His motor roars and body aches
    His biology revels in a stew of sin
    His pulsing ribcage turned asylum
    reigns the gorging devil in
    Her body scars and twists and ripens
    her eyes crown him as they grow dim
    she claws and bites and fu_ ks with passion
    laboring to be shed like an old skin.

    "Are you here to shine light?" she asks
    "Or did you stop to set a fire"
    His poisoned mind couldn't say...
    his jaded heart, lacks real desire
    and smoke plumes rising at a distance
    risk to show him as a liar
    So he cups her cheek and strokes her hair
    conjuring feelings she would admire
    He masks the truth, as she lays bare
    Every swindle needs a buyer.
    A casual stroll through the lunatic asylum shows that faith does not prove anything. | Nietzsche

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    With your pitch
    i bit a chunk
    a quince it was, the choke
    Almond eyes
    At thirty mark
    Your *pinch, from it i woke
    A hole to stich
    I stood to fit
    Your suitor, so i spoke
    Bending limbs
    To Forge my will
    A god from me, you wrought.
    A casual stroll through the lunatic asylum shows that faith does not prove anything. | Nietzsche

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    Shume e bukur kjo foto jote plako...
    https://www.behance.net/robberysk1100

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    faleminderit!
    A casual stroll through the lunatic asylum shows that faith does not prove anything. | Nietzsche

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    Sheila was a friend of mine

    Killers baby, curdle milk
    to take the child back from life
    am I worth your time
    Oh am I worth your time?

    Syringes in your vain
    its plain to see you hate me
    cast your thoughts into the lake
    you drowned a world on fire

    ah Killers baby, tame your wild
    attend your funeral for the memories
    they sail for the feeling
    they soar with the feeling darling

    and i'm so boring in my blue jeans
    lonely, driving to the country
    scenes of horses wild at play
    beating on the earthy ground

    and Killers baby smile at the irony
    applaud the finality
    as i get over the idea of distance and breathing and fashion
    all those things you no longer say
    Ndryshuar pėr herė tė fundit nga IsiNYC : 28-12-2012 mė 19:00
    A casual stroll through the lunatic asylum shows that faith does not prove anything. | Nietzsche

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    Pėr: Philosophies of boys with nothing to lose

    Look inside,
    the house is burning she said
    anticipating,
    that our ghosts
    had begun their final waltz
    to the unforgettable sound of fire.
    She looked at me
    searching,
    for what, I have yet to find
    and I,
    unknowingly,
    allowed in the golden flames
    as I wrapped my arms
    around someone
    that would soon
    unravel uninvited
    Ndryshuar pėr herė tė fundit nga IsiNYC : 04-11-2013 mė 06:24
    A casual stroll through the lunatic asylum shows that faith does not prove anything. | Nietzsche

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    Pėr: Philosophies of boys with nothing to lose

    Failing Heart

    Its a dizzy day to be driving
    down your winding words
    ducking beneath underpasses, pushing
    through tree lined avenues that my father
    navigates with a point of the finger

    he grimaces from time to time
    like when running children ignore my car
    swerving around a mound of lectures
    "I don't need this" he says,
    pointing to his tired heart,
    turning his head toward the passenger window

    i want to reach over to squeeze his hand,
    to feel the heaviness of his sigh
    but I signal left instead, doing my best
    to avoid the uneven asphalt
    rolling over the things he says,
    looking for a heart to save
    A casual stroll through the lunatic asylum shows that faith does not prove anything. | Nietzsche

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