One Blind Vision one Faithful Augment
One blind vision one faithful augment to extend the unlimited and infinite one little chagrin and character of irritation I move on and on.
Out in the world of exact but non-genuine and hostile antagonistic, humble I am I , with caution and watchfulness and anxiety often frustrated.
Misapprehension is a rebellious but not a sinister genius not fraudulent in a incomprehensible way only watchful for the righteous minds.
Only hypocritical or cold coherence to a unity becomes impalpable if not philosophical or bewildering to the profitable and obnoxious.
Than the questions of degrading and offensive that becomes injustice and tyranny is extortion and wearisome on Art and expressionless to the end.
Theatrical cries and picturesque dramatics are thrilling but can be criticized and embarrassed to be transformed and touched become Art.
It is the painful and tenderness of devotion that brings pride and monotony to people, that is untraceable in compassion and temperament.
When will the suspicious have a feeling or mobility in the mind for compassion and service ,that is a real scholarship of circumstance.
Oppressed apprehension of this incisive quiet to head the lights of night or this whimsical fearful day only incisive care only care.
Only my severe intentions have a purposed oddity of Art or puzzled affected in this the dissipated cranks or graces that rage to rank.
Protracted on for this day or that only proof pronounced to a life of more proneness and protesting the purpose or intention will dissipate.
A primary proneness of being or the illustrations of one life as desire or prostration to the proportions of that inconsistency of loss.
One life is one suggestive preference a tangible present authority, often futile and inept in all its indignation and pride but essential.
To be polite seem pointless in this submissive state of prevailing and suggestive prejudiced authority, a presence of powers and presumption.
What is my projects and plans in a plastic world as pilgrim or crusader plagued in this plainness of plausibility , the world is poetical.
Like a famine of no specific kind of perplexity I move out no just pessimistice but in fact to the destitute nature of my life persecuted.
To purify the confusion and the perception of the planned life and of a prejudicial and disenchanted man , only reiterated by pestilence.
As if some pampered and cumbersome life with pains and painstaking indifferent prejudice is the passion of patience as recognition of time.
Original is not the occult order or uniformity of Art, in any magnitude of discovery ornate or attractive in the mind,reassuring to be Art.
Who are the oppressed and where is the hypotheses that will bring the truth so inviting and open that it becomes order and rational.
The obstacles can only be made be a imbecile , with no reflections on the disasters that are not opinions but perplexing in its discordant.
he disaster of man one more reflection to the obtuse not palpable but obvious and contingent on us the hidden of habits or occupations.
To be obedient and in submission of the obligations of dependence can only be a hypocrisy so obsure and odious one more objectionable act.
In a beginning was the oaths or numbers and variety of important novelty of the mind, now a ineffectual nucleus that nourish the ignoramus.
What nook or corner can one be noted or noteworthy even intelligible in this absurdity of the noisy and blinking works of man? Prominence ?
What a development or a mockery of contradictions one of neglect form a noble and powerful lord of the bargains, neutral and airy homeless.
Discipline and differences one moderation of discretion and disdain, shapeless and disfigured in a land so far off and a world so lost.
