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Hyperlinks for books by Cet.

 

 

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https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/Cetvies

 

https://www.kobo.com/gb/en/ebook/freya-deserts

 

 

 

 

 

 

TO READ IT ON CETVIES’ BLOG:

Draft writings 2005-2020, all gathered in the year 2005, in January for convenient reading.

 

DURGA: https://www.inthenameofhumanrights.com/2015/01/

 

FREYA: CHAPTER IV: FREYA DESERTS

  CHAPTER III: FREYA DESERTS

  CHAPTER II: FREYA DESERTS

  CHAPTER I: FREYA DESERTS

  CHAPTER VII: NIX DESERTS

 

NIX:  CHAPTER VI: NIX DESERTS

  CHAPTER V: NIX DESERTS

  CHAPTER IV: NIX DESERTS

  CHAPTER II: NIX DESERTS

  CHAPTER III: NIX DESERTS

  CHAPTER I: NIX DESERTS

 

 

 

DRAFT THERE, NOT FOR READING, JUST FOR ARCHIVES

  Chapter IV: Hijo de la Luna

  Member’s lost on gross-texts, grass-tests death: a...

  Member’s lost on gross-texts, grass-tests death: a...

  Member’s lost on gross-texts, grass-tests death: a...

  JUNO: Chapter III BOA’s whispers Mi-mot

  JUNO: Chapter II Prick, pick

  JUNO: Chapter I Des bonbons, abandon (bis)

  JADE J’AIDS: Chapter VI Nan Chang, the Nadja: cob...

  JADE J’AIDS: Chapter V Wintery, (s)no(w) respite

  JADE J’AIDS: Chapter III Lis, lotus, lys, Lili...

  JADE J’AIDS HADES: Chapter II Jungle and thor fo...

  JADE J’AIDS: Chapter IV Amour, armour, Samurai

  DELIVERANCE: V Mature nature

  DELIVERANCE: III A crow and two dogs

  DELIVERANCE: II Easter same

  DELIVERANCE: I February both birthday

  LANGUA, L’ ANGLAISE: V SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS...

  LANGUA, L’ ANGLAISE: IV Assaulted The salted sea

  LANGUA, L’ ANGLAISE: III Black beauty

  LANGUA, L’ ANGLAISE: II Drink from the consacred ...

  LANGUA, L’ ANGLAISE: I Sleep in a cave and a cane

  L’ẬNE: VI Lilith

  L’ẬNE: V Eve, I cannot possibly for...

  L’ẬNE: IV Terre your donation

  L’ẬNE: III 33

  L’ẬNE: I Mail-ailment

  Blute nur, du liebes Herz: VII ...

  Blute nur, du liebes Herz: VI ...

  Blute nur, du liebes Herz: V Hence end ...

  Blute nur, du liebes Herz: V ...

  Blute nur, du liebes Herz: IV - Kathrin

  Blute nur, du liebes Herz: III - Or the journal of...

  Blute nur, du liebes Herz: II - Terre 05 other half

  Blute nur, du liebes Herz: I - Catherine

  JADE J’AIDS HADES: Chapter I A passport for humi...

  DELIVERANCE: IV Incarnate

  L’ẬNE: II Accursed, acorn

  A PRESIDENT, PAID, TO INSULT THEIR OWN COUNTRIES: ...

  BLUE BLEW (Final Chapter IV and V)

  COMMENTARY ON CHARLIE HEBDO’S ITEMS ON TRUDEAU

  Blue blew. CHAPTER III: (first part)

  Blue blew. CHAPTER III: (second part)

  Blue blew. CHAPTER II:

  BLUE BLEW: CHAPTER I

  CETVIES MANON XI

  CETVIES MANON XIII

  MANON XII

  CETVIES MANON X

  CETVIES MANON IX

 

 

 

 

Blogged within that same month to enable practical search (gathering of texts in the same place), I published all my writings on this same date, over 50 different posts.

 

 

 

DURGA DESERTS is the first edition best-text compilation of 5 years of work spanning from 2019 to 2023.

 

FREYA DESERTS is the first edition best-text compilation of 5 years of work spanning from 2014 to 2018.

 

NIX DESERTS is the first edition best-text compilation of 5 years of work spanning from 2008 to 2013.

 

 

 

People are being told that animals are beings who are sentient. BECAUSE THEY ARE WANTED DEAD.

People are being said that animals are beings who are sentient. First of all, it does allow them not to recognize the same for the plants (yes, sinner we(l)come in hell). Beware that we are told this just like machines. It is only an animal trait that one can recognize that an animal is an animal, just like it takes one to recognize that. I doubt is that people are so anxious to inform the ones that living in these godforsaken cities- though everyone flew the countryside as it has been killed, depleted, dramatically shrunken and tortured systematically.

So how come we do not focus on the extraordinary intelligence and skills animals have and that of course including what we cannot even possibly think.

Humans recognize to animals (for their own sanity, because on surface (surfact-surfeit), humans want to acknowledge what they can see on watching 5 seconds of another species, that they are feeling that they are communication, (pretending utility) that they are mimicking the average biologists would even dare? Are? to say).

BECAUSE THEY ARE WANTED DEAD, OR AT OUR SERVICE, IN RESERVES OR IN THE BIN, JUST BY EXTENSION EVERYTHING. OUR SOUL AND BEING.

Hear say, AS VAIN, as the void of vanity.

Vanity-fair.

TO DENY OTHER SPECIES INTELLIGENCE, SENSITIVITY, SENSIBILITY IS (EVERYTHING FROM CAPACITY WE DO NOT HAVE A CLUE ABOUT, THAT WE CANNOT EVEN START TO SENSE- OR MAKE SENSE OF- TO THEIR PROPENSITY SO ANIMALS SUCH AS PHILOSOPHY AND POLITICS BAITS AND DEBATES) FOR POTENTIAL SLAUGHETERS THE EQUIVALENT TO POINT TO THE HUMAN SPECIES AS BEING A BUNCH OF HOLOGRAMS, AND THEREFORE JUSTIFYING THE PREDATION EXERT ON THEIR FALSEHOOD AND/OR THEIR BEING LIFE IMITATION/PALE REPRODUCTION, THE SHADOWS IN FACT.

Let’s imagine that humans meet their technologically more potent predators’ species. To rob humans of their humanities, the robots or others, whatever the categories of the people operating the slaughters are in (or assimilated or viewed or understood as fulfilling or ticking); they for example to justify the slaughters or predation (exploitation in our lexicon) of humans to say, to theories, to divulgate and advertise and mediatize (in case they need to make sure their population this more or less embrace, and to disable dissent) that humans are mere, not more (meme nightmare) holograms.

Thus, they could manage entirely to justify humans’ feats, capabilities, shows of its existence, but what is left of it if they were treated as images only?

To talk to people the way a monkey knows about sociology, racist and descrimination is ain’t good, respect this and that, whilst they don’t. So, what’s that? I meant the way would know how to write it. As that kind of wisdom is animal entirely not human particularly. So you think that the intelligence peculiar to humankind is used?

Humans say they are not animals, this enabling them to be nothing- off the kind.

What a monkey could write people. But by the way, why no animals would be bother to write to a species that arrange itself to destroy and rape its own, and all brother. Who leave one hope the ones of that mother manage to design a virus able to attack the ones that attack her.

If you wonder if it is what the animals, such as our birds, the wild life that has only to watch what has been done with increasing disbelief and horrors, when they will pray for a virus, it will be for us species as a whole, that is able to write to themselves, to steal it all.

So what could be retribution then?:

TO LET US here on this planet that we know we are killing. And then we would like stay forever, whereas the day is near when the data, all the data of life, that she nurtures, she manages to still nurture will following a cliff-pattern rear and drop

 

Of course in term of retribution I am not talking about this planet with her thousands, millions of species that are innocent, non-guilty of anything but sharing our mother; but of a planet that we imagine exist and that we continue killing, and that we will be, be bound at this rate to inhabit forever whenever. In fact, maybe are we already in off what we think we have and pillage instead of pilgrimage, and that we will have to stay on the idea suddenly going on, on a land that we (sanctified) sacrificed to our horror consumption and debility and that we will not be able to live, the desecration only going on until logically there is there only left our poison. One can imagine living in a marsh of petrol, eating plastic to full one’s belly but still our soul going to heaven at the sight of another. When seeing a bird, an insect, a lichen, anything that could flourish, that you could help. But no one can help anyone when they are dead. At least not from there. As the only inspiration there would be to become, the petrol we so burn it is all gone.

The only life left the juice of mausoleum.

 

And all now what remains of hope is that the planet we live in is not the one we decimated millions of species every year and trillions of individuals, but only the imaginary one, where tolls are tools for perishing our (soulless) soulsssss.