WARNING!
Strictly not to be read by those who check the newspapers for page three content every morning!
Strictly not to be read by those who check the newspapers for page three content every morning!
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By the dead sea, a song.
A song that resounds in all places where you find a human soul with a heart. A heart that is full of love. Love that is sweet with a tinge of mauve. Mauve shouldn't mean anything meaner than straight. Straight in both sexuality and thought. Thoughts that roar like waves. Waves that come and go. Go and come back.
A song that resounds in all places where you find a human soul with a heart. A heart that is full of love. Love that is sweet with a tinge of mauve. Mauve shouldn't mean anything meaner than straight. Straight in both sexuality and thought. Thoughts that roar like waves. Waves that come and go. Go and come back.
Back, to the dead sea. The sea that makes you float. Float like a bad egg. Bad eggs make you sick. Sickness can be of the mind. Mind that is the most sharp could also be the dumbest. Dumb, because of the confusions. Confused, because what it sees could be all too strange and new. Newness that is riveting and beautiful. Beauty that goes beyond the skin. Skin?! Nope, no dirtying. Let me go back.
To the song please. Pleasing to the ears. Ears that hearken to goodness. Goodness of all people. People, small and great. Great stories, they say, have humble beginnings. Begin, and you shall not be able to stop. Stop?!, okay - stop doing things that hurt. Hurt not the weak and the pure at heart. Heart always wins over the mind. And mind, after much travail concurs in the end.
The end.
The end.
