Sjoerd Hoffmans - 06/02/1991

ᴇ: ꜱ.ʀᴏᴄᴋᴅᴜᴅᴇ@ʜᴏᴛᴍᴀɪʟ.ᴄᴏᴍ

 

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Z.E.T.I.S.D.R.A.G.G
⃠.᯽.わ.𖤓.ꉂ.†.A.𐰁.༯

Z. (Zowart)
Ending, past-post-incarnate life time.. on the verge of overcoming nihilistic autheïsm by reliving and reviving the romanticist, “new-age”, vibrancy. As coming from a denial of W. A. Mozart and Industrial Narcissism. Founded by reality and realism, to show a way out and overcome as the answer.

E. (Eldarion)
The way is shut according to most of us. But there you see it, the becoming of spiritual-royal bloodline. As to state thyself away from vampirism and abolishment of the high-sensitive and commonly neurodivergent, post WW2, new-borns. The poetry and lament of highborn and morality of common day man. We have been intruded upon.

T. (Thamino)
As the equinoxes of the celestial spheres, a Sun King arrives, to retrieve us into the lost word of God. And on the break of day and in the wake of night, the world has lost life beneath the stars. Than there’s a Moon, for sitting still and listening, with every moonchild perhaps and in accordance of ‘Truth’, together with the Sun. Gold and Silver was never combined. But Silver has a chance to remain with feminity.

I.(Isilaran)
By the wisdom of Sacred Feminine, all are welcomed to raise the true flag of the 21st century. Not a rainbow, but the opposite affectionate..black with the wisdom of quicksilver. In these momenta of the lost nature, the seer, questioned with people’s fear about if society became a vision or a prophecy.
Counseling the heavens by scientific astrology, ancient Gods and philosophers’ gambits.

S. (Sσɥ (σɹɯɾρ) ɐυǝɟɟʂ)
And the reaping of souls, as naked in the land of the dead, we let the rays shine, teardrops of the skies wake us and ask the heathens to bear. If you and I are so connected in the morphology’s fields, then quite burn below as going intoxicated, but as lamenting for the souls of hell, light(n)ing the solitary candles, as the ending of times have happened by terror, we must awake to land and return to the land of the living. I transmute.

D. (Διονυσος)
Moral morality has it; ‘tis just a fleshwound’. If you really’d wanne ‘go’, for outer fatality, we will find you back again. As my higher brother, couldn’t find, ask me to retrieve him and the fallen sweethearts of culture and their friends, lovers, fathers and mothers (leafs, rivers, feathers and gemstones). Rescueing and reviving them from the underworlds of hell. A chance to learn about quality of quantum, holy household and favoured cuisine. My vine, the wine as honey-liquor, no blood sacrifice again.

R. (Ῥαμφω)
As to ask Rho-des as a musical tuning. My voices where broken. Never knowing my true voice. And to query about a snake’s way, mischievously to entrangle his trance. A way to channel broken throats. The instrument is a two-bladed blue sword. Seen by some as plastic and by some as vibrancy. Becoming from blued, a reintegrated χ , to penetrate the mallowed minds of the misaligned.

A.(Johnny)
I’m ‘love’ is what Buddha-Buddha..Buddha said. She is perfection and real. Not so much on her adressing you are and in my highest book there stands a note of her true name, something as ‘insanity itself’. Somehow, there are multiple relations, I must be a believer too and somehow.. I’m hot and possibly related. How they love me, there’s something that you’d can’t resist,.. and I aware you (I saw everyone and felt hér and the whole world, maybe from a Heaven depression). Love can happen.

G. (ɢʊʏɮʀuʂh)
Allright, I’ll eat my pretzel.. but as a true captain and man of the sea (soulpart of The Prophet, as in Khalil Gibran), I still question if you’d understand that real men use a brush, a feather and a: courtship. The true poets’ soul is a lost wanderer. A person that feels and just as a woman. In all sincerity, gay(ness) ain’t not about homosexuality,..but as daring to be vulnerably be touched, between beasts’ coming and angels’ praise. No false pride, but by being humble before ‘Her(e)’

G. (Goten)
Gee man.. why I’m the cutest of all time. I know.., a Blakian boy and fully the typical same hair and such as JDM. My friends from childhood believed I was Gohan, but that’s just silly,.. I know the Songs of Innocence as a button or sticker from teachers, I still carry with me in my planted green tourmaline heart, as a fellowship towards flora and fauna. Tis just as a Scratch (true name Pablo). Meoww.., and we do not do MK3 Fatality, but fight a good fight..and then after, we feast (every fighter must replenish,..after, you go on kickin ass!). I go-t-en lifes..only lost just one, one time (stabwounds). Pablo is dead btw, he became a spook.

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