THE BOHEMIAN GROVE IS ERASING THIS FROM THE INTERNET SAVE THIS AND FLOOD THE WEB! | RichieFromBoston

I’m gonna have to step in if I see anything crazy going on. We are back. The spirit of the grove has graciously given us this free time to once again return to our beloved world. Look around, my brothers, over there. So many happy faces. Such memorable, glorious, unforgettable times. Is this real? Oh my, it is. We return to the grow. It’s so good to be with you. I am so very heartfelt and thankful that I am allowed to take part of this magical moment. Gentlemen. Pasteurized above this convenient treason. Even more majestic than I was. It is so grand to be back in this place that we love so well.

Yes, and as I think about it, perhaps we should have spent more time embracing and enjoying all this that we love so dearly. Yes, yes. Music of all kinds. And I especially loved our talented artists paintings, the cartoonists and our amazing sculptors. Literature was always so close to mine. The library in the city was where I could lose myself. Like what we’re all experienced here this evening. It’s so rad. I think in our day we were fooled into working more and creating less. Yes, boyfriend, that’s true. We were fooled by the calling of the monks, chasing deals and dogs, making oaths.

The care was so relentless. Yes, I agree. Fools indeed. You were distracted by that demon care. My rules of marinated. My love for the arts was so horrifying. Looking back at my simple advice, I most surely would have spent more time composing, arranging only. If only, yet only. Yes, but my friends, let us be fooled no more on this auspicious occasion. In our magical road, surrounded by our closest and dearest friends. Breathe. Smell the fragrance of our glory, of our majestic trees. Treasure and embrace the many palace that are around you. Now it is clear. Be wounded, lost, loved to survive or fall scarce.

Knowing exists as a response from each man’s heart, glowing ever brighter by friendships given in the scene. A world that can come to the first one. It is the promise to test the forest prayers or lift his eyes to be able to hear the we share together and we are united before him. Lift up your heads, o my trees, and be ye. Lift up ye ever living spires. For behold, here is though he is trying. Behold, we are the pillars of this house. We, these spiders, come not here. Shine soft, o voyager across the sky. Thou clear mid summer moon, wild in breeze, low memory the golden summers past their care entrees.

Gather before and cast yourselves. All these walks touch their worldwide eyes with fairy hunger. Open their eyes and thank you. Love all their memories of yesterday and seal with gifts awaken, brothers. The magic hour arrives. It is a dream. And yet not all that your nation and the women, your giants of steel, your wisdom and destroying they, so they shall vanish. But the wilderness grows upon the broken battlements of fire and mosses rend the stones of Babylon. For beauty is eternal, and we bow to beauty everlasting. Oh, beauty’s battle, who keep in this great awesome of the world her springtime.

In your hearts I charge thee all for lasting happiness. We turn our lives to one alone. And she surrounds you now with nature refuge of the wound, heart and only bond progress that has been brought. She has most wise, she having such ministry as she is most faithful other friends may be. But seek ye her any quiet place and smile she will rise and give to you her kiss, nor tell you any hope in which her she will deny you not. But lending her it will not receive by though you will not be hurt, nor by foe, nor ever at the side beholding water, saving the old simplicity of heartland.

The final love is brought, so must become as children, little children that we need wreaths. My grudges can’t have no soul. A tent of waxes back on a husk division. Commerce, pestles, war, famine, don’t care is full to our spirits. In these ways turn away from such stately battle. Your talents and quests are so much better suited for commotion and fame. These moments here also need some shadow, hardly worth the attention of such talented and ambitious care. We hope to be spared away from this last week celebrating these woods. Sons of Bohemia. We have spent so much time together.

But let’s not be fooled by this silly hurting. We’ve enjoyed such change and valuable time away from these trivial and frivolous pursuits. Surely you must agree that we love the smell of our successes to have you back in my office. But listen to me well. Do not be distracted, brothers. Care is reckless. Wanting self abroad values nothing. Recognize this lies. Let us cast this prophetic care out of our heart. Very well then. Simmy nature fold fools all grown men, businessmen, professional men, wise men and foolish men, all kinds and conditions of man. Comporting themselves like mothers wearing gowns, carrying torches, pretending to conquer me.

My care is always with you. As you know he rides behind. Your flight is useless, for I will follow. Still they must run well, who see a slave from dumb care. Don’t care. Back to the gilded city where steel thou rant, thou shalt not the husar brothers, nor frighten these peaceful hillsides will punish the early peace of these days. What powers and sadness in the homes of the world and might. How can you hope, even for a moment, poor sons of men, to quit forgetfulness of care by joining with others in pretending that he is not.

Do not in your life that the fate of mortals is. You know, in the end. Behold the power mightier than thou shalt smite thee with its brilliant wings. I am. Disease and bohemia appear amongst our sacred trees and vanish. Hunger and pain might give great power. You assault the city to find delights in your ancestral world, but your evil genius followed you. He lurked amid the shadows of these trees. He sought to chill the circle round your fire this night. But the desperate calls of your hearts, the glad spirits of the grove have answered. They have overwhelmed the evil intruder.

Your ancient enemy is no more. Behold the corpse of this our enemy. Well, is. Is one of my buddies in there? No way. They’re sacrificing. They might be sacrificing one of the people they caught while sneaking into the group. I feel like I hear people trying to sneak up on me. Behind me. Death don’t care. Arch enemy of beauty. Not for me the tenderness, nor the rest of rage, but higher shall have to live not with this flame which hither ye have brought from regions where I, tools of the world. Your night on which the 20 is burned, symbol of all mortal wisdom.

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