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Date: January 17th, 2018 6:49 PM Author: scarlet station selfie I'm partial to Anglo-Saxon paganism.
I shall drink ale with Woden in the halls of Valhalla after I die in battle in the victorious WARS against the SHITLIBS!!!! |
Date: January 17th, 2018 6:50 PM Author: Razzle Temple (Boner police) (http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3863095&forum_id=2#35178861) |
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Date: January 17th, 2018 6:52 PM Author: scarlet station selfie Hwa is Pintel Hergas? (http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3863095&forum_id=2#35178872) |
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Date: January 18th, 2018 12:19 PM Author: Topaz market black woman (http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3863095&forum_id=2#35183324) |
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Date: January 17th, 2018 7:08 PM Author: scarlet station selfie (http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3863095&forum_id=2#35178994) |
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Date: January 17th, 2018 7:20 PM Author: Jet Sandwich Legend n a stable that stands almost within the shadow of the new stone church a gray-eyed, gray-bearded man, stretched out amid the odors of the animals, humbly seeks death as one seeks for sleep. The day, faithful to vast secret laws, little by little shifts and mingles the shadows in the humble nook. Outside are the plowed fields and a deep ditch clogged with dead leaves and an occasional wolf track in the black earth at the edge of the forest. The man sleeps and dreams, forgotten. The angelus awakens him. By now the sound of the bells is one of the habits of evening in the kingdoms of England. But this man, as a child, saw the face of Woden, the holy dread and exultation, the rude wooden idol weighed down with Roman coins and heavy vestments, the sacrifice of horses, dogs, and prisoners. Before dawn he will die, and in him will die, never to return, the last eye-witness of those pagan rites; the world will be a little poorer when this Saxon dies.
Events far-reaching enough to people all space, whose end is nonetheless tolled when one man dies, may cause us wonder. But something, or an infinite number of things, dies in every death, unless the universe is possessed of a memory, as the theosophists have supposed.
In the course of time there was a day that closed the last eyes to see Christ. The battle of Junin and the love of Helen each died with the death of some one man. What will die with me when I die, what pitiful or perishable form will the world lose? The voice of Macedonio Fernandez? The image of a roan horse on the vacant lot at Serrano and Charcas? A bar of sulpher in the drawer of a mahogany desk? |
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Date: January 18th, 2018 12:18 PM Author: scarlet station selfie (http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3863095&forum_id=2#35183314) |
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Date: July 1st, 2022 9:04 PM Author: rose misanthropic deer antler headpube (http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3863095&forum_id=2#44781519) |
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Date: July 1st, 2022 9:05 PM Author: exhilarant aggressive point (http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3863095&forum_id=2#44781520) |