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My dear child,  I thought of you before time existed or darkness was created. Before there was dirt beneath your feet and Earth before your eyes, I knew you, and I loved you
says we should favor      the simplest theory,      all things           being equal in this roll of dice life but I prefer the more complex      if it means an Ear           to hear
Copyright © by Nikhil Parekh
Copyright © by Nikhil Parekh
Copyright © by Nikhil Parekh
Copyright © by Nikhil Parekh
I am the illustrator The masterpiece creator The doodler Subjective art form translator   Visionary artist
What's between my legs offends you I can see it in your fear the way you shut us out just proves you can't face the truth within. We have the Universe inside us you see it bleeding out
Part One:I am a destroyerDestroy herDestroy himDestroy them Destroyer of worlds of multifarious dimensions.
ICARUS - a stiffened dream of humanity in his desire - to fly Space ships and airplanes is not full of human feeling that this dream has come true Our mind want to traveling around the stars and distant worlds
I don’t get like this often When it happens, I feel my heart soften My body shivers with discontent Not sure of what I am meant To do, to feel,
Lord can you see me, Lord can you hear me
Rain, Rain Some say you're pain. You can destroy a community to which there is no immunity.
You are the Most High You take and you give.
"Not weedless, but beautiful," Says the gardener of her flowers. "Not eternal, but sturdy," Says the builder of his house. "Not worth a million dollars, but priceless." Says the artist of her work.  
In life we get upset,                                                                                                                                                   We think the world is ending,                                                
My name is I am I know you don’t know me But are you willing to learn Exactly what I have been through I am who I am and no one will stop me   I am six Will anyone play with me
Here we are . . . Time, space within the eternal love of the Creator. How did we come together to this world of chaotic fear? My soul has accepted this question whose answer is beyond this life.
  Never has my apology Been so deep As the dusk my heart was Seen for its true self In my eyes and those of my Creator
Once upon a time in a land so divine- Some man stood still on a city upon a hill. He'd stare down and wait for the stars to turn faint- Then the glass turned to sand and died the old man.  
I step outside with lowly thoughts Walking slow to the park across. I walk around, all down in the slump When I looked up and saw a huge tree trunk!
Reality is fatal, but only a small percentage overdoses it can suck the life from you leave you tired, depressed an empty shell. So my hobbies are my drugs, my imagination my dealer
I gleam with a yellow satisfaction, The night couldn't be more clear. My thunderous telescope absorbs fiery light, And brings the booming images near.
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