evident; obvious; apparent; plain the life that we desire clean and streamlined no strings attached . create your reality by your subconscious anything that you want in life hidden knowledge - of the answers to life readily perceived by the naked eye lest we forget related searches pertaining to conscious
I wrote this about 10 years ago in an experimental poetry course - I'd type a word into Google and use the search results to create a poem. Please note - all lines have been taken from multiple sources on Google.co.uk about 10 years ago.
"Steal from 1 source its plagiarism. Steal from multiple and it's creative genius."
Mitch McConnell could be the biggest ******* in American history. Why don't you come oppress me, *****? I'm anti-fascism, you ******* *******! So, come on down and oppress me, big man. I dare you. Try to silence me, **** face! I wish you would. I personally DO NOT work retail. However *** breath , the people who do work retail and any non essential non-medical job deserve a holiday off with pay same as anyone else does just as president Lincoln declared in 1863 you unpatriotic ****** cattle ******* piece of uneducated ****.
If I posted what I actually wish for the ******* from Kentucky, I would hear a knock on my door and guys in blue suits with sun glasses.
He looks like a loaf of **** that is beginning to poke out of your *** prior to reaching a toilet. That ***** can die in a well.
We estimate a teen gets a ***** stuck up his or her **** every four seconds. Vacuous air space remains in the ****** for some time afterwards.
Oh yeah. Up my ***. Up my ***. Up my ***. A lit candle–up my ***. A firecracker, a finger, a thumb–up my ***. An egg. A vibratin' egg. A scrambled egg. Well, yeah, my *** may be big, but I don't recall a song ever being written about your flat one. Interesting!
It really does smell like something crawled up my *** and died. It is even more disquieting to find mold growing, pink splotches – Are they from outerspace?
*** angel wings, like the kind they got in greeting cards and ****. float over to 'em, I'm floating, cause I'm dead.
I ******* hate it when such sensitive topics are tarnished by *****. Oprah, I've been trying to talk her into an interspecies relationship for months now. White males rule the world. EDIT:No i am not a white male I'm just going to be honest for a second.
Yes, I do have ***** envy this morning; I wish I were a bloke writing this because I'd have a better chance of people taking me seriously.
like how a male **** star once said someone stuck a chilli up his *** to keep his ******* going.
I'm basically a "good girl"...always have been, but sometimes I wish I was a ****. Sometimes I wish I was a bird so i could fly over certain people and **** on their heads.
I wish I could somehow lose the ability to speak so that people would give up and leave me alone. I wish I was a little kid again skinned knees are easier to fix than broken hearts. or an octopus so I could slap 8 people at once.
I look at people screaming in ecstasy over a ******* football game, and sometimes wish I cared that much about stupid, simple things like that. People don't laugh at the same things. Does that mean they differ in smartness? Once you swallow the red pill, there is no going back.
green on a mood ring means *****, so I say it to everyone with green. young salmon are called pink
Pizza Express: Bull ring party disaster I am not stopping learning every day and that makes me happy and comfortable. Everything you ever wanted to know I'm also worried because his not-really-girlfriend seems... controlling
no reason..get frusterated and extremely emotional...and can be a huge *****..i feel horrible You know, in the "Ugh, I feel so fat in these jeans" vein of griping
Pretend the Hello Kitty truck and sumo wrestlers are here just for you Seems like you had fun when you were drunk~ No, but seriously, we're living in an actual dream there are reasons people aren't reading your blog posts.
It's better to live in agonizing mystery Because only then you are actually living your own life and showing your style without hiding yeah, let us die slowly in peace, you vulture
Hey there, I haven't been on HePo for about four years but I know there is a good community on here and have been writing a little lately. I was kind of talking to myself on WattPad for a while but that has gotten tiresome. I'm trying to switch up my style so I'm experimenting some.
phoebe will remain my hostage until four barrel's hipster overlords hear my plea we're all made of sparkledust and turkish delight and if you hate drinking sonoma butter and having money, my doctor Archmage Overlord said the the "happy drink" element you seek is less like strong coffee and more like the invasion of normandy with turkey slaughter in the background
kfc's new turkey flavored chicken tried looking for drugs in the neighborhood but timothy leary, his suave excellency, sheik knight of nee abstained from the devil's coffee with headaches and brain fog anyway, that's why i attacked the complimentary peanuts and russian balloon juice
"no one can understand the truth until he drinks of the feline's frothy goodness"