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That I could look with a separate look on my own crucifixion and bloody crowning.
23 Endless unfolding of words of ages!
Clear and sweet is my soul, and clear and sweet is all that is not my soul.
I am enamour'd of growing out-doors, Of men that live among cattle or taste of the ocean or woods, Of the builders and steerers of ships and the wielders of axes and mauls, and the drivers of horses, I can eat and sleep with them.Sermons, creeds, theology-but the fathomless human brain, And what is reason?The well-taken photographs-but your wife spela gratis slots för skojs skull ingen nedladdning lykta or friend close and solid in your arms?7 Has any one supposed it lucky to be born?28 Is this then a touch?I dilate you with tremendous breath, I buoy you up, Every room of the house do I fill with an arm'd force, Lovers of me, bafflers of graves.What behaved well in the past or behaves well to-day is not such wonder, The wonder is always and always how there can be a mean man or an infidel.I fly those flights of a fluid and swallowing soul, My course runs below the soundings of plummets.Mix'd tussled hay of head, beard, brawn, it shall be you!Partaker of influx and efflux I, extoller of hate and conciliation, Extoller of amies and those that sleep in each others' arms.
Sun so generous it shall be you!
No shutter'd room or school can commune with me, But roughs and little children better than they.
I believe in the flesh and the appetites, Seeing, hearing, feeling, are miracles, and each part and tag of me is a miracle.Not a cholera patient lies at the last gasp but I also lie at the last gasp, My face is ash-color'd, my sinews gnarl, away from me people retreat.I am given up by traitors, I talk free casino bonus no deposit wildly, I have lost my wits, I and nobody else am the greatest traitor, I went myself first to the headland, my own hands carried me there.My lovers suffocate me, Crowding my lips, thick in the pores of my skin, Jostling me through streets and public halls, coming naked to me at night, Crying by day, Ahoy!Is he some Southwesterner rais'd out-doors?