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★ ✰ ✪ ★ ✰ ✪ ★ ✰ ✪ The Baby-Hole, her baby-hole! Turn back before you lose your soul. Those walls of pink, those gates of pearl grant entrance to each boy and girl who come through this organic portal: newly-born and merely mortal. Mystery to be dignified— explored, adored, objectified: the baby-hole’s expanding chasm, promising celestial spasm, is limned in deliquescent love and fits the soul as hand in glove. Beware her tantalizing pull where poetry turns vaginal. From depths profound, God can create (where man would merely ********** hitting Mother Nature’s high note as the gamete turns to zygote). Semi-seconds’ spurting passion years of living baby fashion. After pleasure’s jest, gestation thus augments the population; teenage dads recalibrate, unsure just what to celebrate. Yet, if they knew the daring risk their ***** endure, they’d slip a disc; to realize what threatening odds confront these flagellated gods: (see Luke in Star Wars, [number IV] battling fascists in the war alone in the zone to shoot the shot that blows the death star up. Let’s not miss out on noting, in this theme, life’s true conception. So the team of X-wing pilots flew the run, eliminated one by one save Luke, who penetrated deep the death-star’s ovulated keep and overcame the egg’s defense and hit the mark. It all makes sense. The spheroid bursting in his sight depicts Conception's glorious might). Therefore, show the matrix honor. Shoot and leave—your star’s a goner: nurture growth while life allows you, while your star can still espouse you. Seek her core of hidden gnosis don’t just set off cell mitosis… not, that is, unless you are sure that the three of you won’t end up poor.
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Feb 9, 2017
Feb 9, 2017 at 8:02 PM UTC
View from the Mortal Portal
★ ✰ ✪ ★ ✰ ✪ ★ ✰ ✪ The Baby-Hole, her baby-hole! Turn back before you lose your soul. Those walls of pink, those gates of pearl grant entrance to each boy and girl who come through this organic portal: newly-born and merely mortal. Mystery to be dignified— explored, adored, objectified: the baby-hole’s expanding chasm, promising celestial spasm, is limned in deliquescent love and fits the soul as hand in glove. Beware her tantalizing pull where poetry turns vaginal. From depths profound, God can create (where man would merely ********** hitting Mother Nature’s high note as the gamete turns to zygote). Semi-seconds’ spurting passion years of living baby fashion. After pleasure’s jest, gestation thus augments the population; teenage dads recalibrate, unsure just what to celebrate. Yet, if they knew the daring risk their ***** endure, they’d slip a disc; to realize what threatening odds confront these flagellated gods: (see Luke in Star Wars, [number IV] battling fascists in the war alone in the zone to shoot the shot that blows the death star up. Let’s not miss out on noting, in this theme, life’s true conception. So the team of X-wing pilots flew the run, eliminated one by one save Luke, who penetrated deep the death-star’s ovulated keep and overcame the egg’s defense and hit the mark. It all makes sense. The spheroid bursting in his sight depicts Conception's glorious might). Therefore, show the matrix honor. Shoot and leave—your star’s a goner: nurture growth while life allows you, while your star can still espouse you. Seek her core of hidden gnosis don’t just set off cell mitosis… not, that is, unless you are sure that the three of you won’t end up poor.
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Princess Leia, we bid thee bye May the Force be with you as you fly Through unforgetting hearts and minds As Empires fall & the Rebells rise Your story unfolding before our eyes We look at your legacy of New Hope How you melted the heart of Han Solo Risked your life to save the galaxy far Did your part destroying the Death Star And in your heart forgave that vile Darth Vader Such a person we shall remember Rest in peace Carrie Fisher.
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Dec 28, 2016
Dec 28, 2016 at 7:59 PM UTC
Rest In Peace Princess Leia
Born   of a Black Mass; Deathstar v2.0. Set forth another uncontrolled    trajectory, a pile of earth still yearns for a second passing. A void that turns me on; a void that turns on me, vvhy avoid the meat parade? vvhy such antipathy? Embrace dust's ********** rotting feet look good in shoes, just as any, just sayin'.
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Nov 7, 2016
Nov 7, 2016 at 8:10 PM UTC
D / e / a / t / h / s t a r