"braun" poems - Hello Poetry

**Adolf und Eva Got married one lovely day But then they blew it**

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Feb 23, 2015

Feb 23, 2015 at 9:39 AM UTC

edna-sweetlove

An Interesting Haiku To Celebrate The Short-Lived Marriage of Adolf ****** & Eva Braun

**Adolf und Eva Got married one lovely day But then they blew it**

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Modern athletes, strong and buff, These days are tested soon and late just to prove their skill and strength are free of anabolic taint. Ryan Braun, the M.V.P. was tested thus occasionally. He didn't seem the type to me to boost his skills unnaturally. Thus imagine my surprise to learn the ***** he supplied contained synthetic Testosterone Brewer fans emitted groans. Now it seems he's off scot free based on a technicality. He will not have to serve the ban imposed on many a lesser man. Opening day, reserve the date; Braun will be there at the plate His many fans will come to see Ryan Braun, the M.V. ***

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Feb 25, 2012

Feb 25, 2012 at 5:28 PM UTC

john-f-mccullagh

Ryan Braun, the M.V. ***

Modern athletes, strong and buff, These days are tested soon and late just to prove their skill and strength are free of anabolic taint. Ryan Braun, the M.V.P. was tested thus occasionally. He didn't seem the type to me to boost his skills unnaturally. Thus imagine my surprise to learn the ***** he supplied contained synthetic Testosterone Brewer fans emitted groans. Now it seems he's off scot free based on a technicality. He will not have to serve the ban imposed on many a lesser man. Opening day, reserve the date; Braun will be there at the plate His many fans will come to see Ryan Braun, the M.V. ***

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What happened to our artists? When did our beauty become surgically enhanced? Goodbye Mr Hedberg, Hello Mr Macintyre. Goodbye Ms Whinehouse, Hello Miss Perry. Goodbye Mr Byron, Hello Ms Kardashian. Goodbye Mr Mercury, Hello Mr Braun. Goodbye Mr Wilde, Hello Mr Sheen. Those smiling faces that tell us "everythings Okay!" A farewell to the beauty of self destruction Goodbye Art. Hello Art.

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Jan 26, 2013

Jan 26, 2013 at 6:53 PM UTC

jon-kenton

Art.

What happened to our artists? When did our beauty become surgically enhanced? Goodbye Mr Hedberg, Hello Mr Macintyre. Goodbye Ms Whinehouse, Hello Miss Perry. Goodbye Mr Byron, Hello Ms Kardashian. Goodbye Mr Mercury, Hello Mr Braun. Goodbye Mr Wilde, Hello Mr Sheen. Those smiling faces that tell us "everythings Okay!" A farewell to the beauty of self destruction Goodbye Art. Hello Art.

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BLACK “BRAUN” WATCH BLACK SPACE BLACK IN THE CROTCH BLACK IN THE FACE BLACK COFFEY BLACK SHABBY BONES BLACK COLD TEA BLACK SICK THOUGTHS BLACK ******* LIFE BLACK BALL UNDER A HAT BLACK RUSTED KNIFE BLACK PERSON IN ITS BED BLACK … ALL IN BLACK BLACK SHADE PULLING DOWN BLACK TOO-LONG DAYS BLACK WOMAN IN HER NIGHT-GOWN BLACK OPINIONS ON GAYS BLACK I BLACK DEAD PEOPLE BLACK GIFT-GIVING NIGHT BLACK WORM IN THE APPLE BLACK FOGGY FUTURE BLACK GIRLS THAT I’VE MET BLACK AWAITING VULTURE BLACK IDEA IN MY HEAD BLACK … ALL IN BLACK BLACK STAINED WINDOW BLACK FOREST UPON BLACK COFFIN WHER I GO BLACK CANCER THAT TURNS ME ON BLACK … ALL IN BLACK

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Jul 23, 2015

Jul 23, 2015 at 5:04 AM UTC

jan-svoboda

All in Black (1995)

BLACK “BRAUN” WATCH BLACK SPACE BLACK IN THE CROTCH BLACK IN THE FACE BLACK COFFEY BLACK SHABBY BONES BLACK COLD TEA BLACK SICK THOUGTHS BLACK ******* LIFE BLACK BALL UNDER A HAT BLACK RUSTED KNIFE BLACK PERSON IN ITS BED BLACK … ALL IN BLACK BLACK SHADE PULLING DOWN BLACK TOO-LONG DAYS BLACK WOMAN IN HER NIGHT-GOWN BLACK OPINIONS ON GAYS BLACK I BLACK DEAD PEOPLE BLACK GIFT-GIVING NIGHT BLACK WORM IN THE APPLE BLACK FOGGY FUTURE BLACK GIRLS THAT I’VE MET BLACK AWAITING VULTURE BLACK IDEA IN MY HEAD BLACK … ALL IN BLACK BLACK STAINED WINDOW BLACK FOREST UPON BLACK COFFIN WHER I GO BLACK CANCER THAT TURNS ME ON BLACK … ALL IN BLACK

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all my photos are in his passenger's seat these black and whites of him singing and talking about the wars he has and hasn't been in, navigating Penrose like he walked these roads a thousand times before he ever took a truck-- and he know everybody's name, date of birth and probably their social, who died and when-- he's been livin' as 14 other people, never gets no space and I'm no respecter of that neither cause the way he looks at me used to scare me and now I know he jus' scared himself. saw it when he told me about Braun's body in the brambles, and in the letters he gets from past lovers full of jealous jargon-- you made *me feel terrible*, your fault, ending in a hundred goodnights, she wants the last word and all I want is for him to tell me what he's thinkin' when he's angry 'cause he is angry, with bitterness sunk down in his bones and swimmin' 'round in his chest, he lost weight out at the rig but kept all that melancholy to himself, brings it home and drops it in a glass before taking it back in he asks why I'm lookin' and it's just 'cause. Just 'cause i'm looking at his eyelashes while he sleeps or the lip of his brow hidin' eyes a lot lighter than you'd think, committing the eagle on his back to memory with that scripture from Isaiah a ways off in my head, scrawled on the back of my heart, written at the crown of his spine, I used to wonder about the integrity of his skin if water'd seep through or run off, used to think he was made of wood with rice paper shutters-- but he's a mountain, a snowcapped alp you wouldn't know it from a ways off, when he's just a soldier standing out in the field, shoulders hunched, chin tucked breathin' cold air, but Lord he warm, fierce as the mistakes he runnin' from-- we both beggin' to be right or good enough, for the sunlight to make us into somethin' pretty somethin' new and shined-- but for now i'm takin' pictures shotgun, hiding my fingers in my pockets thinking about the way his voice'd prolly blow in on the curtains on a summer's day, and he's singing My love, is somewhere in that mountain.... my love is somewhere in that mountain

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Dec 12, 2016

Dec 12, 2016 at 9:49 PM UTC

broooke

Jesse Got Trapped in the Coal Mine

all my photos are in his passenger's seat these black and whites of him singing and talking about the wars he has and hasn't been in, navigating Penrose like he walked these roads a thousand times before he ever took a truck-- and he know everybody's name, date of birth and probably their social, who died and when-- he's been livin' as 14 other people, never gets no space and I'm no respecter of that neither cause the way he looks at me used to scare me and now I know he jus' scared himself. saw it when he told me about Braun's body in the brambles, and in the letters he gets from past lovers full of jealous jargon-- you made *me feel terrible*, your fault, ending in a hundred goodnights, she wants the last word and all I want is for him to tell me what he's thinkin' when he's angry 'cause he is angry, with bitterness sunk down in his bones and swimmin' 'round in his chest, he lost weight out at the rig but kept all that melancholy to himself, brings it home and drops it in a glass before taking it back in he asks why I'm lookin' and it's just 'cause. Just 'cause i'm looking at his eyelashes while he sleeps or the lip of his brow hidin' eyes a lot lighter than you'd think, committing the eagle on his back to memory with that scripture from Isaiah a ways off in my head, scrawled on the back of my heart, written at the crown of his spine, I used to wonder about the integrity of his skin if water'd seep through or run off, used to think he was made of wood with rice paper shutters-- but he's a mountain, a snowcapped alp you wouldn't know it from a ways off, when he's just a soldier standing out in the field, shoulders hunched, chin tucked breathin' cold air, but Lord he warm, fierce as the mistakes he runnin' from-- we both beggin' to be right or good enough, for the sunlight to make us into somethin' pretty somethin' new and shined-- but for now i'm takin' pictures shotgun, hiding my fingers in my pockets thinking about the way his voice'd prolly blow in on the curtains on a summer's day, and he's singing My love, is somewhere in that mountain.... my love is somewhere in that mountain

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for three hours i sat in a forest with today's newspaper - Leicester foxes are champs, Corbyn on anti-semitism: don't mentioned ****** or to be precise eva braun, who was a jew, ha ha... and the leftovers of the cantos (30 pages till the end)... i put so much life into that **** book, flowers to be mummified, a su doku square, mirror with shelf installation instructions (richard von coudenhove-kalergi graffitied), a drunk girl's scribbles about a thesis on chocolate... a real Frankenstein of a book should you find it in sotheby's auctioning rare and the macabre of people involved in writing history... i sat there thinking about a black hole in a conversation from friday... who the hell was the last Travelling Willbury? ah... Steve Lynne, the guy from Electric Light Orchestra - also amused by a red pond mite, scuttling on the moon or mars surface that my book represented in a forest environment it's used to... finally in Wales and China... peering at the remnants of rex reptilian... alien, alienation... insects, we're improving our search; insects, yeah, first the reptilians, second the mammals, the last to evolve are insects, aliens - and you will not want to meet a massive fly that spits hydrochloric acid saliva as an inversion of an internalised digestive system, i.e. with a digestive system outside - remaining arguments for an exoskeleton, meaning you have to digest things outside your body to keep up the overall mush inside - forgive the anti-muscular leisure, internal-muscular meaning mammalian; what? you sold me Darwinistic historicity that kinda makes the 19th century irrelevant, or last Sunday... **** you not i'll sell you this; backup monkey chew of an eucalyptus branch and you expose a Chimpanzee baby-sitting a Koala.

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May 3, 2016

May 3, 2016 at 3:58 PM UTC

removed.polaroid-scrabble

red pond mite scuttling on a book

for three hours i sat in a forest with today's newspaper - Leicester foxes are champs, Corbyn on anti-semitism: don't mentioned ****** or to be precise eva braun, who was a jew, ha ha... and the leftovers of the cantos (30 pages till the end)... i put so much life into that **** book, flowers to be mummified, a su doku square, mirror with shelf installation instructions (richard von coudenhove-kalergi graffitied), a drunk girl's scribbles about a thesis on chocolate... a real Frankenstein of a book should you find it in sotheby's auctioning rare and the macabre of people involved in writing history... i sat there thinking about a black hole in a conversation from friday... who the hell was the last Travelling Willbury? ah... Steve Lynne, the guy from Electric Light Orchestra - also amused by a red pond mite, scuttling on the moon or mars surface that my book represented in a forest environment it's used to... finally in Wales and China... peering at the remnants of rex reptilian... alien, alienation... insects, we're improving our search; insects, yeah, first the reptilians, second the mammals, the last to evolve are insects, aliens - and you will not want to meet a massive fly that spits hydrochloric acid saliva as an inversion of an internalised digestive system, i.e. with a digestive system outside - remaining arguments for an exoskeleton, meaning you have to digest things outside your body to keep up the overall mush inside - forgive the anti-muscular leisure, internal-muscular meaning mammalian; what? you sold me Darwinistic historicity that kinda makes the 19th century irrelevant, or last Sunday... **** you not i'll sell you this; backup monkey chew of an eucalyptus branch and you expose a Chimpanzee baby-sitting a Koala.

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too soon the khaki before the noir and too soon dei buch dieb - alter buch, dei leben! marschieren marschieren vergleichen ****** zu Napoleon - un das ende! geschichte wiederholen; some might say a nation is a history but some might say that both are equal. so few are made to testify a market allowance with due compliance of a tact - and such the lack a covert necessity of applause, hats off to the warring tribes under guise of Hiroshima and the lost wars of perfumed Magdalenes of pearl harbour - but in terms of war tactic at least the Japanese attacked the warring populace, the Japanese soldiers attacked American soldiers, yet the noble hirohito said: ignoble soldiers of the west attacked cobblers and blacksmiths! american soldiers attacked the populace of non-soldiery! whom to fake their prowess and safeguard of heroism? if warring was to be faked it was faked at pearl harbour - when warring encompassed civil victims and out double measure on lives lost at pearl harbour to react with hydrogen bombs!

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Apr 24, 2016

Apr 24, 2016 at 10:22 PM UTC

removed.polaroid-scrabble

Khaki ein Braun

too soon the khaki before the noir and too soon dei buch dieb - alter buch, dei leben! marschieren marschieren vergleichen ****** zu Napoleon - un das ende! geschichte wiederholen; some might say a nation is a history but some might say that both are equal. so few are made to testify a market allowance with due compliance of a tact - and such the lack a covert necessity of applause, hats off to the warring tribes under guise of Hiroshima and the lost wars of perfumed Magdalenes of pearl harbour - but in terms of war tactic at least the Japanese attacked the warring populace, the Japanese soldiers attacked American soldiers, yet the noble hirohito said: ignoble soldiers of the west attacked cobblers and blacksmiths! american soldiers attacked the populace of non-soldiery! whom to fake their prowess and safeguard of heroism? if warring was to be faked it was faked at pearl harbour - when warring encompassed civil victims and out double measure on lives lost at pearl harbour to react with hydrogen bombs!

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Once upon a time i wrote every day Sun, rain, shine, snow, sleet or rain anytime was a good time for this pain for now my chest bear a different pain self hate to respect, fake love to the real thing sounds so positive.. doesn't it? our negative pains bares similarity to the positive with different meaning every new father knows the feeling once young and full of braun every lost bar fight left the marks negative pain of loss, sorrow filling what was once pride now mature and becoming the coach to their little slugger positivity fills the memory of the first hit, misery follows the groin where the ball meets in retrospect the ideology of pain, regardless of why, remains the same learning experience

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Apr 4, 2014

Apr 4, 2014 at 3:33 AM UTC

CassiMcnichol

past

Once upon a time i wrote every day Sun, rain, shine, snow, sleet or rain anytime was a good time for this pain for now my chest bear a different pain self hate to respect, fake love to the real thing sounds so positive.. doesn't it? our negative pains bares similarity to the positive with different meaning every new father knows the feeling once young and full of braun every lost bar fight left the marks negative pain of loss, sorrow filling what was once pride now mature and becoming the coach to their little slugger positivity fills the memory of the first hit, misery follows the groin where the ball meets in retrospect the ideology of pain, regardless of why, remains the same learning experience

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ሞት, ሞት እና ሞት: ሞት. ቅድመ-መዋቅር አልጄብራ, ሐሙስ ሺሻሽ ዱውሰንሲ አለም አሮጌው ቃል ተግብር. በጣም ከባድ ነው. ይህ የቆዳ ሁኔታ. እንዴት ተተክቷል [...]; 1 ማቆሚያዎች. "ኮሎሎምቢቢቢቢቢሊቲ ሌተር," ሞቶ ሞቱ ሞካጊ, ሞቶር ሳቮቭስ ሮድስ ምንም ችግር የለም አልተገኘም. በዚህ ዓለም. እጅግ በጣም እጅግ በጣም በጣም ከባድ ነው. ይህ ችግር. እንዴት ኮኮሎል ሎተሪ? ሞት ገሃነ ሞት. ዳንኤል, እና የተማሩ ዜጎች ራዲዮ በሽታ, ሲይኪን ICC, በዚህ ዓለም. እጅግ በጣም እጅግ በጣም በጣም ከባድ ነው. ይህ ሎሪ ጉዳይ ነው. እንዴት ታላቅ [...]; ከሞት ተነስቷል. "Kale Lottery B". ሞት ሞት እና ዘግተው ነበር. ሞቢሊይል, ትራንስፓል ቦል ሂልሰን አለም. በጣም ከባድ ነው. ይህ ስዊዘርላንድ ሊገዛ የሚችል ነው ነው. እንዴት ታላቅ [...]; 1 ማቆሚያዎች. "ኮሮ ላቲር" ሞትና ሞት-የመጀመሪያ ክንውን - ሞት እና አጭር ፎቶ ቅዱስ, ዴስ ዊልሰን አለም እዚህ. በጣም ከባድ ነው. ሎሎዶድ ሁኔታ. ምን ትሰማለህ? 1 ማቆሚያዎች. "ኮሎኔል ሎጥ ሞትና ሞት ወይም መደበኛ ዊልሰን መርከብ. እዚህ ጋላ ዓለም. በጣም ከባድ ነው. ይህ ሎሪ ጉዳይ ነው. እንዴት [...]; 1 እርሱም ቆመና. "ኮሎ ሎቲሪ ሞትና ሞት ጓት: ሞት ደህና, ቲቪ መደበኛ ቴሌቪዥን ማስታወቂያ ማስታወቂያ የወይድ ማምከን በዚህ ዓለም. በጣም ከባድ ነው. ይህ ሎሪ ጉዳይ. እንዴት ሊታይ ይችላል? [...] 1 ምቹ ምላሽ ሰጪ. ሞት እና ሲኦል: ሞት. በራሴ በኩም አልቢሚ ታኮ. ዳንኤል ስብሰባው ተዘጋጅቶ ነበር. ሳን ዶዶ ዶሊ. እዚህ ዓለም. በጣም ከባድ ነው. ሄቪ ጉብኝት. እንዴት ታላቅ [...]; 1 መቆሚያዎች. "Cowl Lottery B."

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Oct 17, 2018

Oct 17, 2018 at 2:42 PM UTC

johnny-noiπ

Lottery B. [for Lori Braun of Female Muscle]

ሞት, ሞት እና ሞት: ሞት. ቅድመ-መዋቅር አልጄብራ, ሐሙስ ሺሻሽ ዱውሰንሲ አለም አሮጌው ቃል ተግብር. በጣም ከባድ ነው. ይህ የቆዳ ሁኔታ. እንዴት ተተክቷል [...]; 1 ማቆሚያዎች. "ኮሎሎምቢቢቢቢቢሊቲ ሌተር," ሞቶ ሞቱ ሞካጊ, ሞቶር ሳቮቭስ ሮድስ ምንም ችግር የለም አልተገኘም. በዚህ ዓለም. እጅግ በጣም እጅግ በጣም በጣም ከባድ ነው. ይህ ችግር. እንዴት ኮኮሎል ሎተሪ? ሞት ገሃነ ሞት. ዳንኤል, እና የተማሩ ዜጎች ራዲዮ በሽታ, ሲይኪን ICC, በዚህ ዓለም. እጅግ በጣም እጅግ በጣም በጣም ከባድ ነው. ይህ ሎሪ ጉዳይ ነው. እንዴት ታላቅ [...]; ከሞት ተነስቷል. "Kale Lottery B". ሞት ሞት እና ዘግተው ነበር. ሞቢሊይል, ትራንስፓል ቦል ሂልሰን አለም. በጣም ከባድ ነው. ይህ ስዊዘርላንድ ሊገዛ የሚችል ነው ነው. እንዴት ታላቅ [...]; 1 ማቆሚያዎች. "ኮሮ ላቲር" ሞትና ሞት-የመጀመሪያ ክንውን - ሞት እና አጭር ፎቶ ቅዱስ, ዴስ ዊልሰን አለም እዚህ. በጣም ከባድ ነው. ሎሎዶድ ሁኔታ. ምን ትሰማለህ? 1 ማቆሚያዎች. "ኮሎኔል ሎጥ ሞትና ሞት ወይም መደበኛ ዊልሰን መርከብ. እዚህ ጋላ ዓለም. በጣም ከባድ ነው. ይህ ሎሪ ጉዳይ ነው. እንዴት [...]; 1 እርሱም ቆመና. "ኮሎ ሎቲሪ ሞትና ሞት ጓት: ሞት ደህና, ቲቪ መደበኛ ቴሌቪዥን ማስታወቂያ ማስታወቂያ የወይድ ማምከን በዚህ ዓለም. በጣም ከባድ ነው. ይህ ሎሪ ጉዳይ. እንዴት ሊታይ ይችላል? [...] 1 ምቹ ምላሽ ሰጪ. ሞት እና ሲኦል: ሞት. በራሴ በኩም አልቢሚ ታኮ. ዳንኤል ስብሰባው ተዘጋጅቶ ነበር. ሳን ዶዶ ዶሊ. እዚህ ዓለም. በጣም ከባድ ነው. ሄቪ ጉብኝት. እንዴት ታላቅ [...]; 1 መቆሚያዎች. "Cowl Lottery B."

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*shovel and hoof and the falling hood of death, worth a dozen eggs ate, as a Jew prayed to the name, whether horse or wheat be made sacrificially holy and all else be made be sacrificially sound - or a dozen children for the ***** of Adolph for jokes and iconoclastic propaganda... even i know that Adolph overthrew the rites of Abraham given Eva Braun... and whenever the whip, i'd cuddle a paraphrase for a never-figured-out venture that led to a cul de sac... and oh the rich ladies charcoal their fingerprints into nothing more than crime desirable signatures.* Algorithm next door: another lashing of ***** maxim encyclopedia - i.e. the numbers, and subsequent replicas... brr brr bring on the clone army; and the fiddler on the roof said: if i were rich man... ha shem, translated: o horse, o cow-dung... had i but a name a name equal to yours: as mother said, Samuel - Son of Noel: sweat for chamomile tea brew...and with truce: dumb enough to build the pyramids: dumb enough to build, and thus inherit... said the Palatine Palestinian: or come to my Arctic warmth and lick the ice... for fear that insomnia might be the thief of your dreams... pa pa plumb! sha! gerrrrman schtil! let''s call culture a truant mind-set... and later count the grades as gutter of what became known as Harvard... in orifice the neon twilight to nuance the open pupil of inspector lizard, the mammal, a cat, thus petted, in cat abhorred to suit a lion's mane, and the hairdresser: and with Chopin they made entree with state-held diagnosis of Donald Duck, abbreviated with media: niet!

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Sep 18, 2016

Sep 18, 2016 at 1:25 AM UTC

removed.polaroid-scrabble

pianist on a roof

*shovel and hoof and the falling hood of death, worth a dozen eggs ate, as a Jew prayed to the name, whether horse or wheat be made sacrificially holy and all else be made be sacrificially sound - or a dozen children for the ***** of Adolph for jokes and iconoclastic propaganda... even i know that Adolph overthrew the rites of Abraham given Eva Braun... and whenever the whip, i'd cuddle a paraphrase for a never-figured-out venture that led to a cul de sac... and oh the rich ladies charcoal their fingerprints into nothing more than crime desirable signatures.* Algorithm next door: another lashing of ***** maxim encyclopedia - i.e. the numbers, and subsequent replicas... brr brr bring on the clone army; and the fiddler on the roof said: if i were rich man... ha shem, translated: o horse, o cow-dung... had i but a name a name equal to yours: as mother said, Samuel - Son of Noel: sweat for chamomile tea brew...and with truce: dumb enough to build the pyramids: dumb enough to build, and thus inherit... said the Palatine Palestinian: or come to my Arctic warmth and lick the ice... for fear that insomnia might be the thief of your dreams... pa pa plumb! sha! gerrrrman schtil! let''s call culture a truant mind-set... and later count the grades as gutter of what became known as Harvard... in orifice the neon twilight to nuance the open pupil of inspector lizard, the mammal, a cat, thus petted, in cat abhorred to suit a lion's mane, and the hairdresser: and with Chopin they made entree with state-held diagnosis of Donald Duck, abbreviated with media: niet!

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and so the syrian "samaritans", as the twin satans rose against king solomon's profundity in praying for wisdom but only unearthing the woad pigment for his people on their faces, striking a river-flow where no water should have abounded for them to congregate, yet congregate they did, as immigrants, to a flow of awaiting mingling of metaphors, such that the amassed people turned into a river, winding northward into the womb of the holocaust; and among many the lament, while sylvia took to expressing a stoic end, ending it all by amassing a respectable readership... she still reminds me of Eva Braun... who, after all, geneticists proved to be a Jewess - indeed that twinning of dichotomies against the practical linear expression of reincarnation disproved - the linear parallels of: one life, one life, this world; that, whatever that is, you name it god, you name it heaven, you name it hell... forget that, take hold of this. i am fasting all day, but i drink, i get the calorie intake of fire first, then i stuff my stomach like geese or turkeys for slaughter; apparently i'm purified that way; no, i don't take lovers, i take prostitutes into the garden... less hassle; they're like socks, i'm the shoes with that magnetised quote: never judge a man by his shoes, or try to wear them; you might get a hex of excess skin - basically wear your own and leave a river of echoes where you might.

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Mar 26, 2016

Mar 26, 2016 at 11:12 PM UTC

removed.polaroid-scrabble

anti-ramadhan

and so the syrian "samaritans", as the twin satans rose against king solomon's profundity in praying for wisdom but only unearthing the woad pigment for his people on their faces, striking a river-flow where no water should have abounded for them to congregate, yet congregate they did, as immigrants, to a flow of awaiting mingling of metaphors, such that the amassed people turned into a river, winding northward into the womb of the holocaust; and among many the lament, while sylvia took to expressing a stoic end, ending it all by amassing a respectable readership... she still reminds me of Eva Braun... who, after all, geneticists proved to be a Jewess - indeed that twinning of dichotomies against the practical linear expression of reincarnation disproved - the linear parallels of: one life, one life, this world; that, whatever that is, you name it god, you name it heaven, you name it hell... forget that, take hold of this. i am fasting all day, but i drink, i get the calorie intake of fire first, then i stuff my stomach like geese or turkeys for slaughter; apparently i'm purified that way; no, i don't take lovers, i take prostitutes into the garden... less hassle; they're like socks, i'm the shoes with that magnetised quote: never judge a man by his shoes, or try to wear them; you might get a hex of excess skin - basically wear your own and leave a river of echoes where you might.

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Love story Eva Braun was a Greenland seal lived in an aquarium Herr ****** Liked animals his dog loved him truly. Dog lovers are supposed to be kind. Love on first sight. So perhaps there was a call for a loving word that was denied in his childhood; by the fireside and on his lap the dog sat and he whispered sweet words into the dog’s ear a moment when his mind was not contaminated by Jewish blood. In the country, I lived in there were many islands most of them have a bridge now and no longer feels like islands. Nevertheless we were standing by the gangway of a ferry you were going to see your sister, I knew you were getting away from me. My love for you were total, yours were not, you just left without telling me why. Distances I beginning to feel but my unhappiness was an annoyance, you gave me a phone number too, but it didn’t work, gurgling noises a phone dropped into a fish tank, but I heard repressed laughter You were married to a sea master golden rings on is uniform and that is ok; you and the master of the sea never got children. Widow a childless woman your dishonesty bothers me, Eva Braun’s fish tale was as phony as your love for me was.

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May 25, 2015

May 25, 2015 at 8:41 AM UTC

jan-oskar-hansen

Love Story

Love story Eva Braun was a Greenland seal lived in an aquarium Herr ****** Liked animals his dog loved him truly. Dog lovers are supposed to be kind. Love on first sight. So perhaps there was a call for a loving word that was denied in his childhood; by the fireside and on his lap the dog sat and he whispered sweet words into the dog’s ear a moment when his mind was not contaminated by Jewish blood. In the country, I lived in there were many islands most of them have a bridge now and no longer feels like islands. Nevertheless we were standing by the gangway of a ferry you were going to see your sister, I knew you were getting away from me. My love for you were total, yours were not, you just left without telling me why. Distances I beginning to feel but my unhappiness was an annoyance, you gave me a phone number too, but it didn’t work, gurgling noises a phone dropped into a fish tank, but I heard repressed laughter You were married to a sea master golden rings on is uniform and that is ok; you and the master of the sea never got children. Widow a childless woman your dishonesty bothers me, Eva Braun’s fish tale was as phony as your love for me was.

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By my Softness you shall know me Soft Quieting Voice Throat removed Given the the Flame Torch Ire Chamber music High A Woman For whom this Lamp Burns Well And whose Braun Is the **** snake Goddess Come into a mind of Teachings Touch me Well family.. Smile Vloser Sweet Bow of Infamy Quietly gathering Smile Draws you Ever Closer Closer Until Yours Is the Very Gate Upon the Earth See Feel Emery Escxene part of Me Gathered for her Herbs and Forest And Drawn from the well of HerBlood I Drink Thee Our Pleasure Holy Symphony Your death My Bedsides companion Each Falling Instance Greatly Golden In our Non Forgetting Desire Unleashed Heavens Curtain Made on the Presence Of Your Flesh Ring Bearer

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Apr 26, 2016

Apr 26, 2016 at 2:06 AM UTC

kw3

Clan

By my Softness you shall know me Soft Quieting Voice Throat removed Given the the Flame Torch Ire Chamber music High A Woman For whom this Lamp Burns Well And whose Braun Is the **** snake Goddess Come into a mind of Teachings Touch me Well family.. Smile Vloser Sweet Bow of Infamy Quietly gathering Smile Draws you Ever Closer Closer Until Yours Is the Very Gate Upon the Earth See Feel Emery Escxene part of Me Gathered for her Herbs and Forest And Drawn from the well of HerBlood I Drink Thee Our Pleasure Holy Symphony Your death My Bedsides companion Each Falling Instance Greatly Golden In our Non Forgetting Desire Unleashed Heavens Curtain Made on the Presence Of Your Flesh Ring Bearer

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****** was a devil of the evil kind to rid the jewish race was what he had in mind in his evil chambers rid them one by one take them all away until he was left with none along there came a lady by the name of eva braun to fill his heart with love when the jews had gone he took her to his bunker where he used to hide there he took her hand and became his bride he was in deafeat his battled it was lost into a killing pact both of them were tossed but what he didnt know and he never knew the dna that eva had was that of a jew they did many tests they did quite a few the facts they have been proven and turned out to be true these facts were from a dna tv documentry. which they say are from results of a lock of hair from the her hair brush which samples were taken

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Apr 10, 2014

Apr 10, 2014 at 10:48 AM UTC

william-worthless-1

true or not

****** was a devil of the evil kind to rid the jewish race was what he had in mind in his evil chambers rid them one by one take them all away until he was left with none along there came a lady by the name of eva braun to fill his heart with love when the jews had gone he took her to his bunker where he used to hide there he took her hand and became his bride he was in deafeat his battled it was lost into a killing pact both of them were tossed but what he didnt know and he never knew the dna that eva had was that of a jew they did many tests they did quite a few the facts they have been proven and turned out to be true these facts were from a dna tv documentry. which they say are from results of a lock of hair from the her hair brush which samples were taken

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cheapskates: what a nice, and at the same time privy word.... recognised within the framework of people who don't bother to pay for art... because they think, well, they don't exactly think with any orthodox care to state a fact... this is going down the rough & tumble... people stop paying for art, they stop earning a soul... i can't blame them, but i also can't earn from them... meaning they're neither appreciating nor consuming the adequate response... the mob rule said: 20th century artists had too much fun... am i going to side with chopin piano antics or that of sonny clark? d'uh... obviously the latter... imagine free cabbage, and free meats... for some, ******* oblivious reason, there's free art... at this point artists mighy as well cite herr ****** the "failed" artists... and that's implying a non-inclusive stance for the man regarded as a anti-jew-psycho with a jewish girlfriend that was eva braun... christianity has no other patron saint of artists, other than kinder adolf... fa-king irony... as far as the current zeitgeist states: thieving is o.k., stealing is smart... so, stop, complaining, you, dumb, *** ******* whether, you, like, or, don't, like, the karaoke, import, into mainstream, media: i just hope you choke on this cultural output, and take it like a ***** that i know you are; i hate cheapskates... i just imagine these people having as much knowledge of music, as the music farmers used to hear, i.e.: grunts of horses, snorting of pigs, clucking / clocking in of chickens... never, in the history of man has stealing become so normalißed... so nonchalant... up yours and the a.i. cherokee algorithm... what a bunch of wanks and yanks put together... you just feel like smashing them with the edge of a cricket bat... till they resemble a crimson balloon stuffed with plums.

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Jul 14, 2017

Jul 14, 2017 at 10:30 PM UTC

removed.polaroid-scrabble

cheapskates

cheapskates: what a nice, and at the same time privy word.... recognised within the framework of people who don't bother to pay for art... because they think, well, they don't exactly think with any orthodox care to state a fact... this is going down the rough & tumble... people stop paying for art, they stop earning a soul... i can't blame them, but i also can't earn from them... meaning they're neither appreciating nor consuming the adequate response... the mob rule said: 20th century artists had too much fun... am i going to side with chopin piano antics or that of sonny clark? d'uh... obviously the latter... imagine free cabbage, and free meats... for some, ******* oblivious reason, there's free art... at this point artists mighy as well cite herr ****** the "failed" artists... and that's implying a non-inclusive stance for the man regarded as a anti-jew-psycho with a jewish girlfriend that was eva braun... christianity has no other patron saint of artists, other than kinder adolf... fa-king irony... as far as the current zeitgeist states: thieving is o.k., stealing is smart... so, stop, complaining, you, dumb, *** ******* whether, you, like, or, don't, like, the karaoke, import, into mainstream, media: i just hope you choke on this cultural output, and take it like a ***** that i know you are; i hate cheapskates... i just imagine these people having as much knowledge of music, as the music farmers used to hear, i.e.: grunts of horses, snorting of pigs, clucking / clocking in of chickens... never, in the history of man has stealing become so normalißed... so nonchalant... up yours and the a.i. cherokee algorithm... what a bunch of wanks and yanks put together... you just feel like smashing them with the edge of a cricket bat... till they resemble a crimson balloon stuffed with plums.

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