Look, up. Blue, sky. He, died. He, did not die. Er stand en, As Piero knew, And as Piero drew, In the wet plaster laid freshly down He was born He suffered experience, Drinking the cup of wine, And then, like Wild Bill Hickok said, "Why boys, I died!"
Te mooi.
extractpotje1 2 months ago
Prisons are built with stones of Law, Brothels with bricks of Religion.
The pride of the peacock is the glory of God.
The lust of the goat is the bounty of God.
The wrath of the lion is the wisdom of God.
The nakedness of woman is the work of God.
spinoza1111 1 year ago
Luther´s favourite choral und mein also !
3NUNS 1 year ago
spinoza1111 2 years ago
@spinoza1111 : a joker; a blasphemer; a citizen of Hell
3NUNS 1 year ago