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illeuphonati
illeuphonati
a raconteur—a sentient lifeform—a cognitive scientist—a millennial clairvoyant hueman #illhueminati http://www.soundcloud.com/illeuphonati/generation-comparison http://www.twitter.com/illeuphonati #RareIntentions Creator of #ILLHUEMINATIHUENITY DM for 3s #illhueminati snapchat: illeuphonati || instagram: illeuphonati
in italy, there were fascinating times while reminiscing about how mesmerizing the feminine foreign specimen populace. gazing at feminine foreign beauties i saw while staring at the multitudes beyond them made me know they were a perfect ace. a monastery would educate me in the clergy as i walked up steps, my firm grip ceased to coexist with my ecclesiastical tomes and they went off steps that were steep. a foreign gentle *** appears out at the corner of my eye behind a ruined wall, and for a minute, she bit her index finger nail in accordance with her beautiful white teeth. as soon as her eyes connect with my eyes, i knew there was a visual connection going on between us two; the attention to details, the physical aspect of ****** human interest. we continued to look at each other for over an hour and i had such an attraction to this young tan brunette, brown-eyed foreigner who had a t-shirt logo of a moon crest.
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Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 6:10 AM UTC
[foreign gentle ***
baby boomers' education was creative back then everyone was so imaginative considering the economy was inactive our perspective isn't the perceptive. we were made from the earth's clay from our mother's conception day into the world we millennials came treated by parents like we are so lame. our technology is more advanced millennials are so very benevolent i guess it is such a bad expectation s/o to my ***** Richard Dawkins. they say back then we called friends we say today we text friends they say gas was worth 35¢ a gallon we say gas is worth $3.35¢ a gallon. they say we had black and white tvs we say ****** we got colored tvs but there is a paradigm masterpiece it just makes you stand to your feet. considering our generation escapades theirs created the existence of AIDS now we millennials are not to blame that is what made their time so lame.
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Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 7:22 PM UTC
Comparison Poem of the Baby Boomers to the Baby Boomlets
limitless hours through endless days, i cannot stand a nanosecond without seeing your metaphysical presence. countless nights at the workplace keep me from you to know you are still there whenever i postpone..us! please i long to notice you near me to press you against my body to feel your soft silky tapestry based skin epidermis!
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Mar 29, 2014
Mar 29, 2014 at 5:06 PM UTC
A Girl Named Metaphysical
when i sleep tonight i will dream of your eye peering down into mine i will feel your hand intertwined with mine when i awake today you are on my mind deceived by my eyes you are without deny the most beautiful fräulein
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Feb 28, 2014
Feb 28, 2014 at 3:28 PM UTC
*The Beautiful Woman I love*
microscopic electrical currents internally flowing throughout computers projecting bright content from vast networks every time your keystrokes are typed into a search bar for desired website preferences to bring instant fulfillment from one of billions of desired search engine preferences that are interconnected to a universal computing satellite affiliated with the appellation known as the internet.
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Feb 28, 2014
Feb 28, 2014 at 3:03 PM UTC
**THE BODY OF THE INTERNET**
roses are red violets are blue                                    ****         in need of a new poetic hue
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Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 10:57 PM UTC
ILLHUEMINATI
the moment i think about you i go to another world a world where you love me too and where i can never be hurt the truth is i don’t know what to say my mind goes completely blank i have never in my life lost my way but my heart with your love simply sank if letting go was a choice then i definitely would but i can't control the strong voice that's telling me i never should i have no clue on how i should let you go what is it that you do? that's making me love you so… maybe loving you isn’t a mistake maybe i can close my eyes and smile maybe in your presence my heart wouldn’t break maybe i can just dream for a while… i sometimes wonder if you feel the same i wonder if you think of me i sometimes wonder if you silently call my name i wonder if you'll ever see… in the beginning i thought it was fake i didn't think i'd go this far i thought it was just a mistake now i can't stop wondering where you are the question is do you care? do you even know? will you always be there? will you ever let me go? if for any reason i cried would you take all the pain away? if for any reason you lied would i still want you to stay? my love for you is way too strong for me to simply forget some people might think it's wrong but your love is the one thing i shan't regret
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Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 8:58 PM UTC
bold poetic inspiration
the postmodern condition is attempting to escape the human condition as defined by the parameters of capitalism through alternate realities that trigger a sense of isolation from the societal concept of individualism while bearing the constant struggle of utter loneliness and depression. multitudinous humans undergo irrevocable mental conditions that originate from a lack of amazement even at a young age of a human being. we endlessly always try exploring the vast amounts of knowledge throughout this temporary universe that we seldom lack the instant epiphany to be grateful enough unto the infinite diety who created all of these realms that are defined in a circular universal matter called an earthbound planet known through the reputation from the appellation EARTH within seven days historically concerning the biblical creation reference. this poem will make you think more and talk less to know what goes on around your circumambience everyday!
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Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 8:17 PM UTC
Human Decisions
Anamnesis, acting as the neuroimaging in excessive dreamscapes, waves over the inner thoughts that constantly circumambient my mind. When recollection occurs, it ideally captures endless flashback pictures like a camera's flash, as the infinitesimal moments spent lovably with you count on a perfect day like this particular one. you completely mesmerize my recollective memories as i spent those sensual moments with you; to adore you as you adore me. infinite physical kisses & cherry blossoms
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Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 10:21 PM UTC
Reminiscential Moments