center of every house is a god of opposite house
even moon
house of children is not a house of family
house of parents is not a house of family
house of family is not a house of genus
strange that house of family is not a house of fantasies and lethargic sleeping
strange that home is not abstract place, strange that "home" have "me" part, at the end
god of children is falls in a house of partners
house of children's god is a place for lovers
house of relationships is not a house of family
house of relationships is not a house of even speaking
house of communication can be separate from house of mouth til the end of life
you can push words from thoughts to mouth, even write them, but 2 and 3 can't be the one.
you're know that from your lovers.
fictitious disembodied tail-knot and head-knot give more events than any aries, venus, suns and pluto.
everybody lives inside the triggered knots.
house of inner home is a double house of death
house of death and unfair unrepair despair is next after balance in pair
when you marry someone, two streams of blood splash from the walls towards each other
can you touch me like blood?
house of death is not last house.
house of what should be relationships is not a house of relationships.
relationships belong to outer world, romances belong to inner half.
love at her home is a love in a house of death for west
love in her drying and falling is a house of love for west.
people wearing that echoes, still makes act the right way.
remember that this is the way to act, but forgot that this is the right way.
only mistake is a insert guilt wire between 1 and 3 layers of themselves.
first degrees of first house under the node of programmed rotting and already past. under accumulated intuition without any mouth.
last degrees of house of home is about burning house, to escape from home, to be dragged like after drugs, like a snake cat and ***** scarecrow through these streets, these streets with other, other people's houses, to know pain from light inside and from the lack of light, not to bump into anyone even in night alley.
love and art is a same houses.
creativity belong to inner world, art belong to outer world.
if art or love classes were supervised by one force and fell on the same exactly two hours a day (or night), and you could use the blessing rain of this open window of time to make the lesson twice as special at the right time, and do these things so intensely only for two hours, what would you choose? and did you forget what you're missing? and one day, when one lesson (love instead art) (or art instead love) would have turned out instead of another...
writing and art is not the same house.
it doesn't matter, as that writing and house of death is not the same house, but echo. but writing and breathing is the same house, they said. and own hands, more like stopped something by own hands. and rolling from hand to hand. stealing and selling is a same god, stealing and writing is a same god.
all types of writing is writing.
god of language in the end cannot fall in house of mercy, through a human being at least
