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I could feel the sunlight coming to an end. I kept my eyes fixed on the southern sea. and beyond the great sunset mountain, I saw the sunset painting the sky in red. It was waving that paintbrush like a wavering flag uncertain if it should leave some blue spots. On the horizon side where the sun made sunflowers golds, The wind never got cold. and the clouds never got old. Sitting at the top of the sunset mountain, I've seen them all. The reflection of time racing the sunlight in line. The river was flowing in the valley down the mountain. and the sunflowers field remained golds. All the cherry blossoms kept spring in hold. Something about a beauty unfold. #J.G. ''the blooming spring''
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Dec 26, 2025
Dec 26, 2025 at 8:18 AM UTC
BEHOND THE GREAT SUNSET MOUNTAIN.
The sky's eyes are grey, Pouring tears that washed up the sadness and grief that filled my heart. The howling wolf standing where the known and unknown meet, Was glowing like flames. Realizing that there is a distance between Me and I, Feels like cutting ties with the reality and chose to live in a dream. I realized that my existence can only be like a mirror in my mind. Life can only be like a journey in the mind of others But i say, ''that's Me'' as I watch myself up on a silver screen like watching a movie in a cinema waiting for it to end before going home. #J.G. ''the blooming spring''
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Dec 20, 2025
Dec 20, 2025 at 4:52 AM UTC
DEREALIZATION. by joe.
Still searching for the letters of calligraphy Spread in papers with ink. Where the brillante form of heart and beyond which a study of four letters is eternal. Who's heart split it a part? The L, the O, the V, and the E in four corners of the paper. Then tried to join the dotes like joining stars to form a constellation. Looking, adding a meaning to the word L.O.V.E, Would give me a lifetime-of-vivid-euphoria. That's eternal like love. #J.G. 🌸the blooming spring 🌻
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Dec 19, 2025
Dec 19, 2025 at 7:04 AM UTC
ETERNAL LIKE LOVE❤️ by joe.
You're a cherry blossom tree under the spring moonlight. When your beautiful leaves are falling down sliding in my hair, I want to fall with them-Like the sun falling into dust. In summer, You smell like the sun. but when spring arrives, your leaves blooms into beautiful colors. You make the beauty of a different season. You're a cherry blossom tree standing at the heart of an eternal season. And may love blossom from your soul.💖 #J.G.⭐
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Dec 1, 2025
Dec 1, 2025 at 8:45 AM UTC
cherry blossom tree🌸. by joe.
I remember. There was that time, When she was still happy in the field of stars. In a happy time line, She was clear in the telescope. But she faded away from his sight. I remember. The time when she smiled at him and wished there was a river where she could swim back to him. But the river of stars was too vague. That it felt like with no end. I remember. The time when her memories was like a ring of asteroids at the heart of the solar system that orbit his mind. She was never gone. But just lost in the universe. Unseen in the telescope.
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Nov 27, 2025
Nov 27, 2025 at 10:50 AM UTC
dwarf planet. by joe.
We wish, we wished, we knew, how the peace we make lingers, magical thinking must not work, but we were reared to really pray, unceasingly, never failing to expect to have, even as we uttered our amen, peace enough to share, by our own will making our agreement amenable in spirit, and truth, as two parts of all that ever may be, you and me, in the way life happens where you and me live. It is written, any judgement begun, where ideas form words to hold them in common, any truth can be tested by its effect on a satisfied mind, so when I say, spirit, you assume I speak of nothing tangible in the natural, just something like a will we let be today's good in our local mind, at the time, to make us think, before we use pre judged worths, a dime, or a penny, today, ain't worth a wooden nickel, -- I just remembered when I was thirteen… Coke machines in Texas sold bottled Cokes in six ounce bottles, for a Nickel, and two empties garnered six cents, enough for a soda pop and a piece of bubble gum. That's how much things change in the space of one measured neighborly Jubillee. Whittling kindling is what honed knives are for, I watched old men do it, and found it works, look ahead to a winter fire easy to revive, with shavings from summer whittle sessions, making peace where none was when I woke up, the whole world under old war rules running on, but, while Jubilees are, done while considering, just imagined, how debt erasure functions, allows us freedom from wrong reasons past. We have all seen the size of Earth, we all know our only neighbors are here. We are a chosen planet, not a chosen people. And on this planet, good people, make useful peace.
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Sep 1, 2025
Sep 1, 2025 at 2:50 PM UTC
Whittling things to a point
We wish, we wished, we knew, how the peace we make lingers, magical thinking must not work, but we were reared to really pray, unceasingly, never failing to expect to have, even as we uttered our amen, peace enough to share, by our own will making our agreement amenable in spirit, and truth, as two parts of all that ever may be, you and me, in the way life happens where you and me live. It is written, any judgement begun, where ideas form words to hold them in common, any truth can be tested by its effect on a satisfied mind, so when I say, spirit, you assume I speak of nothing tangible in the natural, just something like a will we let be today's good in our local mind, at the time, to make us think, before we use pre judged worths, a dime, or a penny, today, ain't worth a wooden nickel, -- I just remembered when I was thirteen… Coke machines in Texas sold bottled Cokes in six ounce bottles, for a Nickel, and two empties garnered six cents, enough for a soda pop and a piece of bubble gum. That's how much things change in the space of one measured neighborly Jubillee. Whittling kindling is what honed knives are for, I watched old men do it, and found it works, look ahead to a winter fire easy to revive, with shavings from summer whittle sessions, making peace where none was when I woke up, the whole world under old war rules running on, but, while Jubilees are, done while considering, just imagined, how debt erasure functions, allows us freedom from wrong reasons past. We have all seen the size of Earth, we all know our only neighbors are here. We are a chosen planet, not a chosen people. And on this planet, good people, make useful peace.
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White House Biden **** Shame on you genocide joe liar liar **** gov burn in Gaza's hell bombs fire ***** and all. Kamala Harris laughing Haina Genocide Joe hoo morena Narcissist pooping heartless lunatic ****** devils advocate garbage ticking bomb. Shame on USA, UK,Germany France, Ukraine Israel **** regime, go to hell Court martial sinister satanyahu and it's **** ****** IDF psychopaths ~~~~ Free free long live Palestine! From the River to the sea 1947. ~~~ By legions of human beings. May all Israelites **** regime be exiled incarcerated famined too Thanks Israel for teaching us Earthlings on how to hate you..
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Apr 4, 2024
Apr 4, 2024 at 1:05 AM UTC
Biden **** genocidejoe
Were aliens I brought you here Water is fake Food is fake I put rocks in you I cut your eyes I took your wings I tooks your tails Giants killed you I saved you I made u 4 books A world war is every person New bible Mariah drop em Im scarier harrier Carrier Carey her Scary girl i said so Imma buy her a big white house An be king
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Dec 24, 2023
Dec 24, 2023 at 11:01 PM UTC
"A Big White House" By: Z
Met his Match.... it seems Prez Grinch has met his match most people agree he needs to dispatch it won't be long before our man Joe steps in and cleans up the mess that was not a win-win I'm told, that in history, this story will reign I'm hoping we learn from all the insane let's learn to be forgiving and get back our pride and try to all be, on at least the same side I love this great country but hate where it's been can we all just agree, at least try to begin? Brian Hill - 2020 # 320
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Nov 21, 2020
Nov 21, 2020 at 7:17 PM UTC
Met his Match
Joe Joe...whatcha know? Certainly nothing of love. You're much too much too low.  Joe Joe who do u know It certainly cannot be me  For if it was you'd be to slow To catch a catch like me.
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Nov 6, 2019
Nov 6, 2019 at 4:55 PM UTC
joe
In, between her legs, is the warmest place I know, my mind wonders there as often, as I wish, I could, go.
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Dec 29, 2019
Dec 29, 2019 at 9:05 PM UTC
Raw
There's always a joe Anywhere u go Just can't get it right For to save his own life Pulling us down Way deep underground What he says isn't real Words only YOU feel Heads up look both ways The joes never stay
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Nov 4, 2019
Nov 4, 2019 at 2:10 AM UTC
There's always a Joe
As my love for you grows My past became less important.
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Sep 5, 2019
Sep 5, 2019 at 3:28 PM UTC
Trading
Dawn The routine Awake to a standing pause Before the wheel turns again Beans break the seal The fresh start of a new day Slowly grinding into movement This disturbance is accepted Its purpose is measured Against the quiet peace Deep berry-breathing oils the wheel Pale orange rays soothe the stiffness Inhale everything Milled dewdrops drip comfort Share the moment with an old friend You No words needed Just a nod between turns © 2019 MJL
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Mar 7, 2019
Mar 7, 2019 at 4:17 PM UTC
The Miller’s Pause
Flee ting thought, pleasant after noon my mind, I believe, but may just be me and your minds imaginin g we, meandering, rubb ing shoulder with willows near the shore waves of light, essential all that ever matters, If I got that right, ere all else, light spun bound by imbalance to spread, cornucopia, nautli-like swirls poring precursers to now into eternity, ye see? ------ There are individuals less tied into tau than now your mission, filter truth that's the way, life is that which tends to good ness knowing what you can't. Okeh. ------ No lie, Alex Jones, was there never a myth emerging as full-formed as yourn? You are un believable, acharismatic chimera believing all he thinks possible, in his version o' twenty cent reality. Paradigms is four nickles or two dimes or twenty cent, they shift shape for all they worth, upgrade now. New ideas, fresh from the mire of forgotten oathz, deemed worthy, still.. What lies do you believe about God, by the way, the truth, the life, how many voices this guy hearin', you hearin'? Peace. Point. Game. Match. ------ who winct winsed sensed since when is peace the point of war? Ah, now, the accuset excusetus possessedus an'we, are you bored? Wanna wait and see, who wins? some evils are alive, those make monsters, of girls and boys, infantry in every service, such precurser guardians must be taught to **** no mortal will, without letting the monstor be, believed beliefs doubt yer doubt dufus doubus unstable double minded forktongue forced by fear to fight the pain Running mouth racist flusher of un filtered impossibilities posing sur prizes in the mongrol mongol DNA we carry the program the code, the honor and glory of the peace protector enemy of con fusion, alla cons fusin' fools tools for strifin', divide'n, with faithin', Is Alex Jones a Legionaire, mit tranceiving DNA and no zero beat, no tuner to tune to? He may be home to homeless, non-sane sorts of idle words begging for redemption, meaning, sought is phound, like photons when photons are sought from the wavy aitia dimensions of reasons for possibility ibility ibility hill billity humor like a voice from a whole other soul, I swear on my kids, it's true, he say. (Dr. Phil says Liar Liar Liar, yesterday.JRE live) Whoa, real time speed o'metrix-icity Mag nify ify to the nth, see no jive, who can i magi that?       I, John, was in the Spirit... gears shift, wheels in wheels click zooomout bubbledged jagged inner side topmost atmostfear settle, see the clown splash, who winds such minds? Who tames such tongues? The tongue no man can tame, eh? I s there another? Have ye a spirtit of another sort, who rides your wild tongue in your name, servants of the sort contrued to serve the inheritors of ality re how now brown cow owmmmmm 60 cycle white noise non sense common noise sense desensitivity wickering winding silken myelin layers of connectedness correctedness real time speed o'think roller rink banked spiral offramp bang, we're thru Where we were aitia had meaning, may we rewind? AI undo/redo ram allocation, birthrights. Look well to my going, guide my steps, assure always there is a step, a place to put my foot, a place to step to next. Cortana and Siri and Hermes and Diana and a whole host of heavenlies, tapping directly through cranial y's cracked in skulls and bones, are you an entity with enemies you wish disexistant? how might happy ever after be if haps that made him made him wrong, not evil? Feeble comfort is not no comfort. Bear wit' me, walk a mile, or a while, whenever thin-thang-thanks tounguey effort births the next as one births two, two births three and we can see, right, a way.  two and three become four, for if three birtht four and four, five and so on, soon, y'see, the re al point we count up on is never more, as the raven told poe. a vector with no space for time, one plus one plus one, one stack o'ones making no diff until now, spin, let's twist again, like we did last summer, your that summer or mine? Mine got me here, where'd yours go? So, Fibbonacci, son of a fool, I once read written on a wall in LA, expositioning park, positions, please. World Stage, princesses of peace, wee Disnified Jon Benet's made sacred by our shame the evil ever touched such a one, such a one, such a wonder a being of our sort so potent aitia, and we leave evil touch such and you tolerate it, a little bit, evil has it's place. Not here is the name of the place. Here is 4-D mortality. Do yer best, yer damndest don't work here. Here is temporary. Your bubble. Selah. center, enpointed linger, if ye will. Think how happy ever after works, if now is all you get to start with. Good be wit'ye fare ye well.
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Mar 1, 2019
Mar 1, 2019 at 7:18 PM UTC
Formless and finished
Flee ting thought, pleasant after noon my mind, I believe, but may just be me and your minds imaginin g we, meandering, rubb ing shoulder with willows near the shore waves of light, essential all that ever matters, If I got that right, ere all else, light spun bound by imbalance to spread, cornucopia, nautli-like swirls poring precursers to now into eternity, ye see? ------ There are individuals less tied into tau than now your mission, filter truth that's the way, life is that which tends to good ness knowing what you can't. Okeh. ------ No lie, Alex Jones, was there never a myth emerging as full-formed as yourn? You are un believable, acharismatic chimera believing all he thinks possible, in his version o' twenty cent reality. Paradigms is four nickles or two dimes or twenty cent, they shift shape for all they worth, upgrade now. New ideas, fresh from the mire of forgotten oathz, deemed worthy, still.. What lies do you believe about God, by the way, the truth, the life, how many voices this guy hearin', you hearin'? Peace. Point. Game. Match. ------ who winct winsed sensed since when is peace the point of war? Ah, now, the accuset excusetus possessedus an'we, are you bored? Wanna wait and see, who wins? some evils are alive, those make monsters, of girls and boys, infantry in every service, such precurser guardians must be taught to **** no mortal will, without letting the monstor be, believed beliefs doubt yer doubt dufus doubus unstable double minded forktongue forced by fear to fight the pain Running mouth racist flusher of un filtered impossibilities posing sur prizes in the mongrol mongol DNA we carry the program the code, the honor and glory of the peace protector enemy of con fusion, alla cons fusin' fools tools for strifin', divide'n, with faithin', Is Alex Jones a Legionaire, mit tranceiving DNA and no zero beat, no tuner to tune to? He may be home to homeless, non-sane sorts of idle words begging for redemption, meaning, sought is phound, like photons when photons are sought from the wavy aitia dimensions of reasons for possibility ibility ibility hill billity humor like a voice from a whole other soul, I swear on my kids, it's true, he say. (Dr. Phil says Liar Liar Liar, yesterday.JRE live) Whoa, real time speed o'metrix-icity Mag nify ify to the nth, see no jive, who can i magi that?       I, John, was in the Spirit... gears shift, wheels in wheels click zooomout bubbledged jagged inner side topmost atmostfear settle, see the clown splash, who winds such minds? Who tames such tongues? The tongue no man can tame, eh? I s there another? Have ye a spirtit of another sort, who rides your wild tongue in your name, servants of the sort contrued to serve the inheritors of ality re how now brown cow owmmmmm 60 cycle white noise non sense common noise sense desensitivity wickering winding silken myelin layers of connectedness correctedness real time speed o'think roller rink banked spiral offramp bang, we're thru Where we were aitia had meaning, may we rewind? AI undo/redo ram allocation, birthrights. Look well to my going, guide my steps, assure always there is a step, a place to put my foot, a place to step to next. Cortana and Siri and Hermes and Diana and a whole host of heavenlies, tapping directly through cranial y's cracked in skulls and bones, are you an entity with enemies you wish disexistant? how might happy ever after be if haps that made him made him wrong, not evil? Feeble comfort is not no comfort. Bear wit' me, walk a mile, or a while, whenever thin-thang-thanks tounguey effort births the next as one births two, two births three and we can see, right, a way.  two and three become four, for if three birtht four and four, five and so on, soon, y'see, the re al point we count up on is never more, as the raven told poe. a vector with no space for time, one plus one plus one, one stack o'ones making no diff until now, spin, let's twist again, like we did last summer, your that summer or mine? Mine got me here, where'd yours go? So, Fibbonacci, son of a fool, I once read written on a wall in LA, expositioning park, positions, please. World Stage, princesses of peace, wee Disnified Jon Benet's made sacred by our shame the evil ever touched such a one, such a one, such a wonder a being of our sort so potent aitia, and we leave evil touch such and you tolerate it, a little bit, evil has it's place. Not here is the name of the place. Here is 4-D mortality. Do yer best, yer damndest don't work here. Here is temporary. Your bubble. Selah. center, enpointed linger, if ye will. Think how happy ever after works, if now is all you get to start with. Good be wit'ye fare ye well.
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Coffee is my life My life is coffee Dark like my soul Hot like my head A cup or two before going to bed The taste is like no other Steaming in my face Brightens me up on my worst days
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Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 10:17 PM UTC
Dark water
you're too average to marry Meryl Streep you should use a razor rather than a shaver too cheap to get out of bed for €10 but at least you've got Leeds for a cheap bed and breakfast
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Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 2:57 PM UTC
Geeks promise
i could stare at your very photogenic (albeit invisible) countenance all day, all week, the entire month, this remaining year, at least one additional decade, boot no more than a century21! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Looking for a best friend, or...a wurst (liver) re: enemy. brief bio Matthew Scott Harris doth briefly sketch almost two win a half score years since me being: Born January 13th, 1959 I shake my shaggy hirsute hair in utter disbelief, when the cocked arrow begat thine conception, when meal ate mum and octogenarian papa begat their second offspring and only son, what now seems to be a stepped-up pace, where father time doth affix another candle to blow where the passage of life measured in swiftly tailored decades denoting another birthday, when with the blink of an eye, I vividly recall crow wing like a Lil whippersnapper of a boy leisurely playing monopoly for make-believe dough... -------------------------------------------- nothing ranks as the greatest gift since being a father twenty-one years ago then bearing witness to grow increasing autonomy of my two precious daughters whereby each will become master of their domain, and meet a loving beau (actually thy eldest dates a delightful young man from Puerto Re Coe), whom intuition discerns would be a near perfect match – and this papa intuits dough nuts to dollars – that such an em man hint gentle, humble, intelligent lad – doth *** pa fully become the future groom of said firstborn, (which outcome I know wing couched in a couple of poems sent his way, and no doubt his smarts lo' and behold revealed the slightly obscure wish), where love doth most obviously abound mo' then prevailed between myself and bride o' mine these last deuce score plus (21+) years, but now this Poe whit aspires to recognize the worthiness of she, whose chose thyself as a lifetime groom cuz peaceful status quo avoiding animosity – as thyself and spouse gently row merrily...merrily...merrily our quiet quite rickety craft which oft times in the past needed a tow off the craggy shoals of constant woe.
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Apr 16, 2018
Apr 16, 2018 at 9:15 PM UTC
Untitled
i could stare at your very photogenic (albeit invisible) countenance all day, all week, the entire month, this remaining year, at least one additional decade, boot no more than a century21! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Looking for a best friend, or...a wurst (liver) re: enemy. brief bio Matthew Scott Harris doth briefly sketch almost two win a half score years since me being: Born January 13th, 1959 I shake my shaggy hirsute hair in utter disbelief, when the cocked arrow begat thine conception, when meal ate mum and octogenarian papa begat their second offspring and only son, what now seems to be a stepped-up pace, where father time doth affix another candle to blow where the passage of life measured in swiftly tailored decades denoting another birthday, when with the blink of an eye, I vividly recall crow wing like a Lil whippersnapper of a boy leisurely playing monopoly for make-believe dough... -------------------------------------------- nothing ranks as the greatest gift since being a father twenty-one years ago then bearing witness to grow increasing autonomy of my two precious daughters whereby each will become master of their domain, and meet a loving beau (actually thy eldest dates a delightful young man from Puerto Re Coe), whom intuition discerns would be a near perfect match – and this papa intuits dough nuts to dollars – that such an em man hint gentle, humble, intelligent lad – doth *** pa fully become the future groom of said firstborn, (which outcome I know wing couched in a couple of poems sent his way, and no doubt his smarts lo' and behold revealed the slightly obscure wish), where love doth most obviously abound mo' then prevailed between myself and bride o' mine these last deuce score plus (21+) years, but now this Poe whit aspires to recognize the worthiness of she, whose chose thyself as a lifetime groom cuz peaceful status quo avoiding animosity – as thyself and spouse gently row merrily...merrily...merrily our quiet quite rickety craft which oft times in the past needed a tow off the craggy shoals of constant woe.
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i wasn’t scared of meeting you and not feeling a single thing i was scared of not meeting you and never knowing i’m almost certain that we’d feel something so why couldn’t we just try?
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Apr 1, 2018
Apr 1, 2018 at 9:35 PM UTC
untitled-04/01/18
kiss me if i'm wrong, but kinda crazy how much we have in common guess you found your perfect match were about 98% compatible dj smarty pants. is this what true love feels like? you're cute just for existing you ****** my heart i want to go on an adventure with you i'd rather cuddle let's turn some potential energy into kinetic energy no one actually finds love like that i guess i got my answer if you say so (you said cuddles fix everything, but i don't think they can fix this)
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Mar 10, 2018
Mar 10, 2018 at 7:54 PM UTC
untitled-03/10/18
i wonder if you remember what we said to each other; if you still think about what we could have been i wonder if you remember my last name; if one day you'll google me and read this and wonder if it's about you. it's about you, if you called me cute, if you were silly, if you liked my pickup lines, if you never met me, if you ignored me, if you rudely texted me, if you viewed all my stories, then deleted me. this is about you. i don't know what to say. i want to text you, but i hid your number from myself. i guess i'll just say i'm sorry we ended before we even began. they say the good die young, and i guess that's why whatever we had died so early. i'm sorry for all i said and for all you didn't say.
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Feb 24, 2018
Feb 24, 2018 at 5:39 PM UTC
untitled-02/24/18
Remember those days in school the professor, pontificating while a fly, buzzed over his head He'd occasionally wave or flap his hands unheard, every word he said Buzzing too, and fro as questions of the lecture the answers you didn't know I feel for Joe Kennedy words he uttered un-remembered as history now, is set A Chapstick kind of failure he'll be unable to shake or ever, too forget
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Feb 1, 2018
Feb 1, 2018 at 1:33 PM UTC
Huh? What was the question?
// if a woman drops her clothing and shows what is too precious to be shown even on film, she has her miranda rights, her indecent exposure trials and ever dollar used to bail her out of a cold cell were they offered her a hospital gown but she also has the eyes that follow her up the street, asking, begging to touch and if that woman says no, or says nothing than the woman still has control of what is done to her body, control of every hand that tries to pry away her god-given right to be safe in her own skin // if a girl decides to wear a short shirt, or fishnet tights, or bright lipstick that costs anywhere from ninety-nine cents to ninety dollars, and she applies it with a heavy hand, like her mascara and eyeshadow, then she is still human, she is still a valid human being who does not deserve your time and voice to call her a **** or say something along the lines of don't go out looking like that *or you'll get ***** but **** is never, ever, ever the fault of the victim // if a woman or girl decides to cover her hair, to abide by her religion, the religion that held the hands of every woman in her family, from sister to great-great-great-great-great grandmother she is not a threat to our country she is a member of our society, a valuable and beautiful one, at that who's culture can guide us to be even kinder in the name of god and if a woman or girl decides to long sleeves and a high-necked top with a long skirt alongside her hijab, she is not matronly, she is modest, and modest is as beautiful as a gucci crop-top or a pair of sky-high louboutins // NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR *there were men who were there for us, who fought for us, and then now, there is a man who will fight us as we march, so we need to be strong and support each other, remember the golden rule, and know each of our gods would want this for our world*
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Oct 27, 2017
Oct 27, 2017 at 8:31 PM UTC
a right to touch her.
// if a woman drops her clothing and shows what is too precious to be shown even on film, she has her miranda rights, her indecent exposure trials and ever dollar used to bail her out of a cold cell were they offered her a hospital gown but she also has the eyes that follow her up the street, asking, begging to touch and if that woman says no, or says nothing than the woman still has control of what is done to her body, control of every hand that tries to pry away her god-given right to be safe in her own skin // if a girl decides to wear a short shirt, or fishnet tights, or bright lipstick that costs anywhere from ninety-nine cents to ninety dollars, and she applies it with a heavy hand, like her mascara and eyeshadow, then she is still human, she is still a valid human being who does not deserve your time and voice to call her a **** or say something along the lines of don't go out looking like that *or you'll get ***** but **** is never, ever, ever the fault of the victim // if a woman or girl decides to cover her hair, to abide by her religion, the religion that held the hands of every woman in her family, from sister to great-great-great-great-great grandmother she is not a threat to our country she is a member of our society, a valuable and beautiful one, at that who's culture can guide us to be even kinder in the name of god and if a woman or girl decides to long sleeves and a high-necked top with a long skirt alongside her hijab, she is not matronly, she is modest, and modest is as beautiful as a gucci crop-top or a pair of sky-high louboutins // NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR *there were men who were there for us, who fought for us, and then now, there is a man who will fight us as we march, so we need to be strong and support each other, remember the golden rule, and know each of our gods would want this for our world*
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Sheriff Joe Arpaio was convicted by the court for picking on the immigrants of the Latino sort. Relied on racial profiling and on intimidation; A redneck cop who'd love to build a bigoted white nation. Of course, this man loves Donald Trump and though he is a crook, Trump has come through and pardoned him and got him off the hook. So ***** the courts and rule of law that's there to thwart each hater; This "law and order" president's a despot and dictator. So if you are an alt-right racist, it's your lucky day! El Presidente Trump makes rights and justice go away.
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Aug 25, 2017
Aug 25, 2017 at 11:09 PM UTC
Sheriff Joe Arpaio