Friday, August 8, 2008
25HOMBRES / INDUSTRIAL CATHOLICISM 
PROVERBS 25 # X-XI
40 # PSALM CVI 
"I remember the field where trees tickled at night and she twisted and wrinkled, and the moon looked at me with red eyes of absolute, unbridled anger, blaming all the bad content in this life, in fact accumulated over generations and generations ankylosed Old, torn, fierce, so often offered, many others received, but few understand and no disipado.En the extreme darkness of the meadow looked painful reflection of the infinite family suffer, and was a huge face crying, talking and complained to cry so sharp that killed God. That face rotten, bloody and infamous is your face, so take off your mask. "
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