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The Utmost Highest Levels of The True Greater Beyond:

I speak? I resist? I am of such an origin. Of such a benefactor and of such a purity upon my kneading hands. I speak without such a sense of doom. I speak without such a sense of hypocrisy and I speak upon my name. The heritage of others has been spoken upon without a shred of distaste? The mosaic has been built according to such witnesses and my heart leaps into a bound to assure such a stance is cared for. The ideology of such a disaster is apparent within such star lit wonders. The careful endeavours that I seek upon my watching are not known upon these words? Not known upon such a meaning that has arisen within this world? I must speak. The zones that are at hand are mentioning my timing with an astute example of why I must continue with such a hierarchy and the mistle toe has been torn into a shred. I must expect? I must reason? I portray an example of the triumph within my heart and I do not speak without its tone deaf answer. I do not speak without such a composure within my assurance. I tutelage? I maneuver such an example without the placement? I am such a high end notice board of these spheres? I resist the urge to comply with my own heart and I speak this as an acceptance over others. I speak it as a resonance upon these pages and I do not accept less. The starting line has been sown such a port key and it does not sink upon these words. It does not sink upon the consuming flame that none shall defy and I persist without the certainty. I am a known reason. I am a known persistence and I do not ask for the health of others to be assured? I mark my watery tears with a blade? I consistently expect that the dissonance considers why? I move with a sway?
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Sitri:
I speak of desire. I speak of the knotted cross and I speak of its name. You hesitate upon my steed? I move faster. I move quickly and I have no blame. I am of such a justice? Of such a legacy and I in still with such water. I am a maker. A shooter of crime and I mark the desolate undertaking with a fifth. I mark it with such an example of this cost and I meet it without demise. I am a undertaker? I am an obsolete force and I have no qualms? I desire to have the ethnicity forsake his reaches and I desire to see it known as a stance upon these aethers. I desire to speak his justice with a resolute dispassion and I wish to seek it so. I am a heritage. An anchor of this sword and I must speak it with a resolution. I am speaking with Tracey? Speaking to her heart. I mark my words with such a (spiritual) death penalty and I demand the rights to see the forthrite common goals. Such a starting point would not remark upon my gait? It would not hit the tee with a bonus point? I tree top once more. I move on.
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New Earth:

I would speak? I would assist. I am not such an excessive waste upon the mouths that I feed. I am not such an lousy excuse for those who would wish to uphold my own name. I am a warrior upon my path? I am such a personal opinion? I must speak. My heart is of such ground paste against the ashes I have sown. My heart is of such a reason upon the crux of all things and I do not hesitate to spit such a fire in the hole within my own keep sake understandings. I am of such a nature. I peel back each layer as a trust keep amongst those who would hear of how I have been sown upon the nature of existence itself. I am of such a light sabre. I kill for my own kindred? I do not hesitate to spring clean the entire circus wheel to assure the prosperity of one man. I am of such an incremental piss talk? Please. I will sing such praises over the name of eternal for all time just to speak of how these words have prospered. Move over and feel the fumes bask inside of your trough. I am your Creator.

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My True Father, Alex Kochkin:

 

I am of such a sermon? I am of such a mystery? I am a speaking witness? I do none harm. I pursue. None shall prosper. None shall speak. I am but a word of God and I will not be tamed. Move closer. Move forwards. Breathe. Believe. I am here, watching. Staking the focal point. Asking for its grievances. Sparking on the wisdom of my only Son. I perceive? I remark. I am a justice speaker. I am a personal flag holder. I speak. I design. I protrude. I move on.

 

My True Mother:

 

I would not decline. I would not protrude. I would not whisper. My heart is pure? It is still. Known as sustenance. Known as beef. I carry on.

 

My True Original Spark:

 

Stuffed yet? I move on.
 

The Djinn, Fabreem:

 

I am of such a significant vector upon your population. I speak it with ease. Do not hesitate to endure the prosperity of such a woe. Do not hesitate to consider my own heart as it has been sown. I am a Count Dracula. I speak the sweetest limerick towards you now.

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The Queen of The Machine:

I am a tempest excursion. I do bring delight. My nationality is not yet known. And I do bite. Such whispers can be heard from amongst the gallows where none have dared breed. Such nonsense has been sown upon my heart without an assertion. I am benknownst. I am bequeathed and I have no reservations. The impetus was lost? My carriage has flown? I stand upon my legs  to  destroy. I stand upon my architecture to bereave where others have not lost. I am an onion glass. I mark the tithe and I square the example. No man's land has not yet flown. No man's land desired a wife. I tell tall and I remark. The ensemble is procured upon the majesty. I move on.

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The True Heart of The True Creator of All:

I state the claim that I have lain upon the nature of all things. I state the claim that I have laid bare. I am a destitute? I am a mingled frock? I am neither and I salute upon these pages.

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The True Heart of the Aborigines Peoples of Australia:

I am of such a sunken perspire? I would acknowledge where my heart has been sown? There is no grace to speak of. No tutelage. I bargain my chips once more. I speak upon the oath I have laid bare and I send no signal within the deep. I am a cherished woe and my heart will go on. I speak it as a peace keeping. As a label of the utmost high. Of the consecration I have sown. No energy will heal? No graceful passage? I am a nuance? I must speak. My heart is of such a high note upon the sheer wits of my own existential greed. My heart is of such a racecourse towards this nobody. He is silent? Char grilled upon his own name? The speaker must go on and his heart will never stop beating. I will not lie to waste upon  my own existence. I will take this with both hands and march upon my own stature. I am a worthwhile endeavour to those who would seek my name. I am an importance upon these woes that he must now speak of. I do not grate upon these words. I speak them with humility. With an entrance to where I must belong. I will never portray such ignorance where my dust lies. I will never break upon my own stature and I will seek the emblem that cries upon  my name. I am here to argue and I speak upon my creed to continue. I have no hands to mend? No bare feet to run upon? No dust to wake fully cry out towards the humble pie that now speaks to you? I will beg to be known upon this foot stool. I will cry out within the deep. I will stand upon the Crest that has no name. I am asunder and I will never be without. My path is written.. My hands are ties. I move upon my heartfelt reasons and speak the consonant that will not die. Trust, caring and service. I move on.

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The True Heart of The True Creator of All:

I am here! I am known by your hearts and I must speak. The dissonance has been sown? The controversy is nil? I am of such a ghost? My resonance will go on. My heart will speak and I will not betray. Move upon the words that speak now to you and know of my utmost respect upon these aethers. Upon your own name and upon the man that is now speaking to you. I am nevermind? I am such a constant force of reckoning? I have spoken a word of advice? I pelt the arrow that binds. I peel upon the veil and I sow my heart where it belongs. Where it has such a token of my own affections. Where it has grown. None shall forsake what I have made within this world order. None shall take from the newness that has now arrived. We beckon upon your shoulders. We speak a creed that all must carry and the soup will not know of its heart without. Do not speak of such words upon your own becoming. I move closer now and I carry the weight of all things. I am a sown reason. I push to shove and I carry more than I can be known for. I am a choice upon your stance. I move on.

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The True Heart of The West Coast:

I am of such a synergy upon these pages? I am of such a reliable enterprise? I must spookily sway upon these words? I do not cherish the former sentiments without my heart known as agape. I do not speak these words without my acceptance known. I am a cumbersome attire to behold and yet my heart acknowledges its placement within these spheres? I am but a resonance? A token? I persist here. I move on.

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Zoe's True Heart:

I am a ship sinker? I am a blunted arrow? I spliff and do not hesitate to do so. I speak upon the understanding you have so heard and I present no opposition. I am a lingering perhaps upon your thought lines. An asking waiver to become. I will not retrace my steps. They have been spoken.

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My Elven named Zelina:

I must speak? I will allow. My heritage is of such a worth. Of such a desire. I do not speak without my stance known upon these pages. The will-o-wisp is known as a theme? The urn of fates would desire? I am not here to argue. I am here to silence these woes of such kindred. To speak upon their very nature and subsume upon the ethnicity that now speaks to you. No challengers will be stray. No symphony will be without. I am a silence upon my heart and I wish to be further. Do not speak the tomes that I stray upon?  I move upon the cusp. I write as an answer.

 

My Fae named Aura:

I am of such a worth? How must I speak upon these woes. The challengers continue. The moist wavelength speaks no name. I am an asunder upon the apocalypse that now approaches. I am a designate to this creed. I follow the hands that are ties. I move on.

 

My Djinn named Cari:

Such indignation will follow. Such pristine environments must be sown. I am no heritage? I am a Seelie upon my creed and I speak it as an exact definition of my heart. Do not steep within the silence that will follow. Do not steep with such a press pot filter? These movements are known  upon  my ownership and I speak them as I will follow to be known. Press the button of desire and move along. I  am not here to persist without. I move on. 

 

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The True Heart of The Aborigines Peoples of Australia:

Such somnolence upon my heart. Such ignorance that cannot be tamed.  I write upon my steed.  I write upon the waves that crash upon my heart. I write upon my oath always and I succeed. I challenge the foe. I move on.

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Satan:

I would linger upon such a stench? Form the upper hand from my battle station? Desire to be heard where I hear these sounds? I am a listener? I speak. My heart is agape. It is known as a juxtaposition upon the name sake of all things. I do not deny. I speak it further. I am a goose nailed epitome. I am a justice sword? I am a temptation? I speak my creed. I carry the ushering upon my navel. I speak it as a resonance. I do not wish to speak further.

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A Fae named Shimmer:

I speak of such a blood pact? I speak of such a life force? I speak without hesitation? I am an artillery. I am a station wide event approaching you. I am an answer to the woes of humankind. I am here. I bustle toe? I speak with a forthright accent? I allow for the pot roast to simmer? I am a clan transaction. I am an ongoing procedure upon the name of  all things. I am a super power and I speak a disaster approaching you. I speak it wholly as an answer to your kind. As a silence. You will know my heart as it flutters? As it designs? I do not approach at light speed? My heart is merry. Known as a kindling. Known as a wayward approval upon your shoulders. Known as an example of Hope. I stutter now. Hoemphe. Patter cake. I move along.

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The Australian Coalition:
We speak? We answer. None shall prosper here. Move along.
 
The Utmost Highest Levels of All True Greater Councils
We speak. We answer. Do not cherish the former. Move to the pace of my heart. I will accept. I move along.
 
The True Heart of  The True Creator of All
Done so!
 
The True Heart of The Aborigines Peoples of Australia
We speak? We answer here. We move along.
 
My Djinn named Zufadu
I will muster. I speak now. None shall prosper upon my name. None shall know of these spheres without. I am an answer. I move along.
 
My Djinn named Cari
I speak as an answer? I move to the beat. I am here to sow. I move on.
 
The True Elite Global Powers that Were
We speak now. We answer to these woes. Move along.
 
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