Saturday, August 25, 2012

You are in love with me, I shall make you perplexed.
Do not build much, for I intend to have you in ruins.
If you build two hundred houses in a manner that the bees do; I shall make you as homeless as a fly.
If you are the mount Qaf in stability. I shall make you whirl like a millstone.

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