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Social media companies Swear it's you they want to please They badly want for you to see That they value privacy And that there are several strictures On who can see your posts and pictures. You think your profile is secure You're satisfied until you hear That they sell your information To advertising corporations. Every post that you've spent time on pictures, videos you had your eye on They save it all for using later And say "It's ONLY metadata!" They as good as have a list Of content that you can't resist And knowing full well what you like With custom ads they duly strike! They desperately want you to keep scrolling So they can see the money roll in. And their ethics will be forfeited So advertisers can be profited.

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Nov 17, 2017

Nov 17, 2017 at 5:59 AM UTC

Social media companies Swear it's you they want to please They badly want for you to see That they value privacy And that there are several strictures On who can see your posts and pictures. You think your profile is secure You're satisfied until you hear That they sell your information To advertising corporations. Every post that you've spent time on pictures, videos you had your eye on They save it all for using later And say "It's ONLY metadata!" They as good as have a list Of content that you can't resist And knowing full well what you like With custom ads they duly strike! They desperately want you to keep scrolling So they can see the money roll in. And their ethics will be forfeited So advertisers can be profited.

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I finally understand the hiding Of hair and the covering of skin These women embrace as custom They are holy descendants of eve What is left of perfection Handed down for too many generations They are cursed, so wanted, why not hide Beautiful skin and silky hair Full eyebrows, eyes wide in fear Determined not to covet physical form

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Aug 31, 2014

Aug 31, 2014 at 4:55 AM UTC

I finally understand the hiding Of hair and the covering of skin These women embrace as custom They are holy descendants of eve What is left of perfection Handed down for too many generations They are cursed, so wanted, why not hide Beautiful skin and silky hair Full eyebrows, eyes wide in fear Determined not to covet physical form

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My couch, Is death, And avoidance is a second language, Ask me do I speak it? Conjoined twins, Of misery and manipulation, No calls, Only cushions and customer's custom complaints, From tomorrow, The phone wont ring, So I'll stay down this road, Listening to headlines and headlights Sing, Moody music dwelling, Where the lies and shame met in between, Cut the cue, end the scene The stage has been rebuilt, We talked like teenagers, And you told me that I've changed, But the same, Still that same number, No more gap, But your smile still kills, Pain with palendromes, We were here before, And so again we, Our fighting saying goodnight, Street lamps in different cities, Static. I'm just fine, Playing my part, My mainstream maybe different, But Obsession has been overcame, By the rising tide of a smile, If the teleprompting signs shine through, Meanwhiles and meditations What can I do, Except hope I'm reading, The Right Script, The couch, It asks, Where have you been? I set down another, chip.

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Jun 13, 2018

Jun 13, 2018 at 1:41 AM UTC

the-masked-sleepyz

Then and Now: A Mishmash of Feelings and You Knows & Who Knows

My couch, Is death, And avoidance is a second language, Ask me do I speak it? Conjoined twins, Of misery and manipulation, No calls, Only cushions and customer's custom complaints, From tomorrow, The phone wont ring, So I'll stay down this road, Listening to headlines and headlights Sing, Moody music dwelling, Where the lies and shame met in between, Cut the cue, end the scene The stage has been rebuilt, We talked like teenagers, And you told me that I've changed, But the same, Still that same number, No more gap, But your smile still kills, Pain with palendromes, We were here before, And so again we, Our fighting saying goodnight, Street lamps in different cities, Static. I'm just fine, Playing my part, My mainstream maybe different, But Obsession has been overcame, By the rising tide of a smile, If the teleprompting signs shine through, Meanwhiles and meditations What can I do, Except hope I'm reading, The Right Script, The couch, It asks, Where have you been? I set down another, chip.

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Imagine a world with no discrimination A world living in harmony comprising of peaceful nations The only colour reference would be made to nature Humans will no longer be judged on their nomenclature Such is a dream seen by all But Sir Mandela was the one who took the call On July 18, 1918, a hero was born But due to his colour all everyone did was scorn No one in his family had ever attended school He was the first one to break this rule On the first day of school their teacher gave them an English name This was an African custom due to British bias – how mundane And that is how Nelson became his first name He kept it even after he shot to fame A member of the African National Congress He gave his opponents a reason to stress A great politician, revolutionist, lawyer and philanthropist Served 27 years in jail but never used his fist Although a controversial figure for most of his life He won the Nobel Peace Prize for ending the South African apartheid strife On December 5, 2013, this giant passed away The things that we can learn from him are a lot more than I can say

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Dec 13, 2013

Dec 13, 2013 at 10:30 AM UTC

Imagine a world with no discrimination A world living in harmony comprising of peaceful nations The only colour reference would be made to nature Humans will no longer be judged on their nomenclature Such is a dream seen by all But Sir Mandela was the one who took the call On July 18, 1918, a hero was born But due to his colour all everyone did was scorn No one in his family had ever attended school He was the first one to break this rule On the first day of school their teacher gave them an English name This was an African custom due to British bias – how mundane And that is how Nelson became his first name He kept it even after he shot to fame A member of the African National Congress He gave his opponents a reason to stress A great politician, revolutionist, lawyer and philanthropist Served 27 years in jail but never used his fist Although a controversial figure for most of his life He won the Nobel Peace Prize for ending the South African apartheid strife On December 5, 2013, this giant passed away The things that we can learn from him are a lot more than I can say

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you can’t right the same poem twice hell, yes I can in pointy fact, only got one, which gets re-righted morning noon and evening-tide substitute a variant spelling wright vs write vs right and the meaning changes thrice *the only thing i can’t not duplicate is those **** love poems each unique and writ for the woman specific, each love one, custom jiggered, each poem, crafted, to her pulse each poem, drafted, to her scent none alike, and that’s why I believe in the god who commanded "create her" to make love poems in his way, gave me millions of veins, an extra ribbing, of inspiration to pray to... my heart altered, modified, daily* **** poems **** love poems **** love

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Feb 2, 2018

Feb 2, 2018 at 10:18 PM UTC

you can’t right the same poem twice **** love poems)

you can’t right the same poem twice hell, yes I can in pointy fact, only got one, which gets re-righted morning noon and evening-tide substitute a variant spelling wright vs write vs right and the meaning changes thrice *the only thing i can’t not duplicate is those **** love poems each unique and writ for the woman specific, each love one, custom jiggered, each poem, crafted, to her pulse each poem, drafted, to her scent none alike, and that’s why I believe in the god who commanded "create her" to make love poems in his way, gave me millions of veins, an extra ribbing, of inspiration to pray to... my heart altered, modified, daily* **** poems **** love poems **** love

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Man needs little to endure life's hardships Gold, silver, and jewels plunder a man's soul Water, food, shelter, and companionship Despite life's conquests, must remain the goal Water quenches what possessions cannot A custom carriage fails as a life source Nor does it quench when August days grow hot Nor nourish folks when seasons fall off course Look for umbrage, safety from barren land Shelter to the pains of nature denied Yet, man's elemental resource reigns man The shipwrecked, fed and quenched, unsatisfied Possessions, wealth, and even basic need Can't provide the nourishment humans bleed

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Jan 23, 2013

Jan 23, 2013 at 8:34 PM UTC

Sonnet 1: Companionship

Man needs little to endure life's hardships Gold, silver, and jewels plunder a man's soul Water, food, shelter, and companionship Despite life's conquests, must remain the goal Water quenches what possessions cannot A custom carriage fails as a life source Nor does it quench when August days grow hot Nor nourish folks when seasons fall off course Look for umbrage, safety from barren land Shelter to the pains of nature denied Yet, man's elemental resource reigns man The shipwrecked, fed and quenched, unsatisfied Possessions, wealth, and even basic need Can't provide the nourishment humans bleed

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As they walked along after the matinee, the older brother teased his sister, “Hey, guess what, Frankenstein lives in the attic and he’s goin’ get you.” With a flushed face the little sister responded, "Nah-ah, besides the attic door is locked." And her brother smirked, “Think Frankenstein cares about locked doors?" Throughout their childhood, the brother jumped out behind closed doors, terrifying his little sister, and with each fright he gave his own fear seemed to lessen. After a startle the sister thought, ‘Does my brother love me, like I love him?’, and she concluded, “He must, why else would he try to scare me to death?’ Within the decade, a sudden brain hemorrhage took their dearly loved mother. Now, untethered in their mother’s love, the siblings changed, tightened, within, While their father, a traumatized, war veteran, swiftly fell off the wagon, and the brother and sister cast off, rudderless, uprooted into troubled waters. And with their hearts snapped shut, immersed in relentless grief, they parted ways. Some years later, their father died, bequeathed them both his unhealed pain. The brother, the sister, slid secretively into alcoholism, conceded the family custom, invested deeply in their despair, the two went on, married, raised families, conformed. And time went by, as alcohol soothed the pain until the brother breathed his last, his belly taut with fluid, his liver destroyed, a life sentence ended. While she, the lone survivor, mysteriously yielded unto Grace and was pardoned, recovered, she finally understood, she knew deep inside; everyone did the best they could, even her. …and within a circle of one; I loved them all forever and ever.

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Apr 13, 2014

Apr 13, 2014 at 11:53 AM UTC

The Curse of Frankenstein, 1957

As they walked along after the matinee, the older brother teased his sister, “Hey, guess what, Frankenstein lives in the attic and he’s goin’ get you.” With a flushed face the little sister responded, "Nah-ah, besides the attic door is locked." And her brother smirked, “Think Frankenstein cares about locked doors?" Throughout their childhood, the brother jumped out behind closed doors, terrifying his little sister, and with each fright he gave his own fear seemed to lessen. After a startle the sister thought, ‘Does my brother love me, like I love him?’, and she concluded, “He must, why else would he try to scare me to death?’ Within the decade, a sudden brain hemorrhage took their dearly loved mother. Now, untethered in their mother’s love, the siblings changed, tightened, within, While their father, a traumatized, war veteran, swiftly fell off the wagon, and the brother and sister cast off, rudderless, uprooted into troubled waters. And with their hearts snapped shut, immersed in relentless grief, they parted ways. Some years later, their father died, bequeathed them both his unhealed pain. The brother, the sister, slid secretively into alcoholism, conceded the family custom, invested deeply in their despair, the two went on, married, raised families, conformed. And time went by, as alcohol soothed the pain until the brother breathed his last, his belly taut with fluid, his liver destroyed, a life sentence ended. While she, the lone survivor, mysteriously yielded unto Grace and was pardoned, recovered, she finally understood, she knew deep inside; everyone did the best they could, even her. …and within a circle of one; I loved them all forever and ever.

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love, the most destructive vulnerability obstructed by the custom of guarded humility that can never pursue any interest in purity to keep the living whole in peace and endless security oh, violent vulnerability slighted by my words whom betray nothing of my heart's mind but clear cut diamonds of the coolest civility for mild understanding to chain the enraged truth seeking to speak through these irises the purest contradiction to the ice burning skin

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Jun 7, 2011

Jun 7, 2011 at 9:58 PM UTC

love, the most destructive vulnerability obstructed by the custom of guarded humility that can never pursue any interest in purity to keep the living whole in peace and endless security oh, violent vulnerability slighted by my words whom betray nothing of my heart's mind but clear cut diamonds of the coolest civility for mild understanding to chain the enraged truth seeking to speak through these irises the purest contradiction to the ice burning skin

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I have fallen in love with the dress at my first sight of the dress. The chiffon fabric is very flowing and elegant. I love the dress! I would rate 100 scores for the dress and the customer service from MarieProm. I received the dress in a few days. The dress length is fine when I wear the shoes with heels. The most beautiful part I like is transparent collar of the dress. It makes the dress special. Thank you for your effort. I just bought the dress days ago for my wife! She is so excited to receive this gorgeous dress. It is said that the izidressbuy .com makes fabulous dresses with high quality fabrics，It fits me perfectly and it is everything thought it would be. And the shipment speed is amazing! Hoping to get it soon! Arrived quickly and fitted perfectly... size chart was very accurate and true. The custom service girl told me their production team has improved the fabric on this dress by choosing a kind of new lace fabric. Yes it really is! I love sooooo much the fabric and whole version of this little white dress!The dress was everything I imagined. The details of the dress were exactly like the picture. I ordered the dress in my normal size and it fits perfectly. The dress took approximately 2 weeks to arrive after I purchased it. The customer service team at izidressbuy was very helpful and worked really hard to have my dress arrive early for my formal event. This dress is beautiful, and very flattering. I love it! Unfortunately, I wanted to wear it to a wedding - the ceremony is at 1pm; the reception is at 5pm. It is perfect for the reception, but too dressy for the ceremony since I will be doing a reading and would be way more dressy than the bridal party. It's definitely evening wear. Beautiful though. Haven't decided if I'm keeping it or not. I can't use for the intended purpose, but I could definitely wear it for years and years to other events. Also, dancing in it could be problematic because it is quite long (just above ankles on me, and I am 5' 8-1/2") and it's straight, with no slit. You'd have to hold it up a bit to dance. But again... it's a gorgeous dress.Read more here:www.marieaustralia.com/short-formal-dresses | www.marieaustralia.com/formal-dresses-2015

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Jun 19, 2015

Jun 19, 2015 at 1:43 AM UTC

Thank you so much for the amazing dress.

I have fallen in love with the dress at my first sight of the dress. The chiffon fabric is very flowing and elegant. I love the dress! I would rate 100 scores for the dress and the customer service from MarieProm. I received the dress in a few days. The dress length is fine when I wear the shoes with heels. The most beautiful part I like is transparent collar of the dress. It makes the dress special. Thank you for your effort. I just bought the dress days ago for my wife! She is so excited to receive this gorgeous dress. It is said that the izidressbuy .com makes fabulous dresses with high quality fabrics，It fits me perfectly and it is everything thought it would be. And the shipment speed is amazing! Hoping to get it soon! Arrived quickly and fitted perfectly... size chart was very accurate and true. The custom service girl told me their production team has improved the fabric on this dress by choosing a kind of new lace fabric. Yes it really is! I love sooooo much the fabric and whole version of this little white dress!The dress was everything I imagined. The details of the dress were exactly like the picture. I ordered the dress in my normal size and it fits perfectly. The dress took approximately 2 weeks to arrive after I purchased it. The customer service team at izidressbuy was very helpful and worked really hard to have my dress arrive early for my formal event. This dress is beautiful, and very flattering. I love it! Unfortunately, I wanted to wear it to a wedding - the ceremony is at 1pm; the reception is at 5pm. It is perfect for the reception, but too dressy for the ceremony since I will be doing a reading and would be way more dressy than the bridal party. It's definitely evening wear. Beautiful though. Haven't decided if I'm keeping it or not. I can't use for the intended purpose, but I could definitely wear it for years and years to other events. Also, dancing in it could be problematic because it is quite long (just above ankles on me, and I am 5' 8-1/2") and it's straight, with no slit. You'd have to hold it up a bit to dance. But again... it's a gorgeous dress.Read more here:www.marieaustralia.com/short-formal-dresses | www.marieaustralia.com/formal-dresses-2015

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1108 A Diamond on the Hand To Custom Common grown Subsides from its significance The Gem were best unknown— Within a Seller’s Shrine How many sight and sigh And cannot, but are mad for fear That any other buy.

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Emily Dickinson

A Diamond on the Hand

1108 A Diamond on the Hand To Custom Common grown Subsides from its significance The Gem were best unknown— Within a Seller’s Shrine How many sight and sigh And cannot, but are mad for fear That any other buy.

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This Day, two Biped Ponies each of you ride, Strolling along the lane Lovers enjoy To watch this Sweet Scene from way far behind, A Cheque I'd like to cash-in this Friday Yes, for Pence-Tales of Romance and Success Thinking to Follow is easy enough How many, do those Squirrels squeak at-less The Time which Currency states on the Rough I guess Luck's Fair in Friendship does depend On a Brisket-List sorted in custom To where each of you in Common does spend, Well, better than sulk out of sheer boredom. The Bullseye's paid, admitting my Defeat, Licking my own Fab's whilst hugging the Street.

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Mar 10, 2013

Mar 10, 2013 at 9:14 PM UTC

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SONNET TRIBUTE SUNDRY - FIFTEEN - TOM DALEY

This Day, two Biped Ponies each of you ride, Strolling along the lane Lovers enjoy To watch this Sweet Scene from way far behind, A Cheque I'd like to cash-in this Friday Yes, for Pence-Tales of Romance and Success Thinking to Follow is easy enough How many, do those Squirrels squeak at-less The Time which Currency states on the Rough I guess Luck's Fair in Friendship does depend On a Brisket-List sorted in custom To where each of you in Common does spend, Well, better than sulk out of sheer boredom. The Bullseye's paid, admitting my Defeat, Licking my own Fab's whilst hugging the Street.

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On the south side of kelso if it's there that ya choose to go Well if its there ya go then ya just gotta know bout a man named tweaker joe Now tweaker, he's a scrapper and if ya go down on his door Don't you worry about wakin him up. He aint slept since 74 Well he's weird, weird tweaker joe The weirdest tweaker in South Kelso Weirder than a three toed frog Stranger than a five eared dog Now tweaker hes a scrapper and he likes his shiny things And he likes to see what fun he has by the chaos that he brings He got a custom BMX bike with a flashlight on the grill. He got 32 lb of brass in his pack, he got a dope bag in his shoe. Well he's weird, weird tweaker joe The weirdest tweaker in South Kelso Weirder than a three toed frog Stranger than s five eared dog NOW Friday bout a week ago Tweaker scrappin cars. But at the end of the alley sat a cop named Thurman and ooh dat cop looked ****** Well he cast his light upon joe cuz Thurman had a plan Tweaker joe learned a lesson bout messin with a future Sherriff man Well he's weird, weird tweaker joe The weirdest tweaker in South Kelso Weirder than a three toed frog Stranger than s five eared dog Well the 2 men took to runnin and hes dragged down to the jail Joey looked like a wrung out tweaker with a couple of teeth left Well he's weird, weird tweaker joe The weirdest tweaker in South Kelso Weirder than a three toed frog Stranger than s five eared dog Well he's weird, weird tweaker joe The weirdest tweaker in South Kelso Weirder than a three toed frog Stranger than s five eared dog

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May 27, 2019

May 27, 2019 at 9:04 AM UTC

Weird, Weird, Tweaker Joe (to the tune of the Jim Croce song "Bad, Bad Leroy Brown"

On the south side of kelso if it's there that ya choose to go Well if its there ya go then ya just gotta know bout a man named tweaker joe Now tweaker, he's a scrapper and if ya go down on his door Don't you worry about wakin him up. He aint slept since 74 Well he's weird, weird tweaker joe The weirdest tweaker in South Kelso Weirder than a three toed frog Stranger than a five eared dog Now tweaker hes a scrapper and he likes his shiny things And he likes to see what fun he has by the chaos that he brings He got a custom BMX bike with a flashlight on the grill. He got 32 lb of brass in his pack, he got a dope bag in his shoe. Well he's weird, weird tweaker joe The weirdest tweaker in South Kelso Weirder than a three toed frog Stranger than s five eared dog NOW Friday bout a week ago Tweaker scrappin cars. But at the end of the alley sat a cop named Thurman and ooh dat cop looked ****** Well he cast his light upon joe cuz Thurman had a plan Tweaker joe learned a lesson bout messin with a future Sherriff man Well he's weird, weird tweaker joe The weirdest tweaker in South Kelso Weirder than a three toed frog Stranger than s five eared dog Well the 2 men took to runnin and hes dragged down to the jail Joey looked like a wrung out tweaker with a couple of teeth left Well he's weird, weird tweaker joe The weirdest tweaker in South Kelso Weirder than a three toed frog Stranger than s five eared dog Well he's weird, weird tweaker joe The weirdest tweaker in South Kelso Weirder than a three toed frog Stranger than s five eared dog

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479 She dealt her pretty words like Blades— How glittering they shone— And every One unbared a Nerve Or wantoned with a Bone— She never deemed—she hurt— That—is not Steel’s Affair— A ****** grimace in the Flesh— How ill the Creatures bear— To Ache is human—not polite— The Film upon the eye Mortality’s old Custom— Just locking up—to Die.

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Emily Dickinson

She dealt her pretty words like Blades

479 She dealt her pretty words like Blades— How glittering they shone— And every One unbared a Nerve Or wantoned with a Bone— She never deemed—she hurt— That—is not Steel’s Affair— A ****** grimace in the Flesh— How ill the Creatures bear— To Ache is human—not polite— The Film upon the eye Mortality’s old Custom— Just locking up—to Die.

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As the Thunderbolt God Jupiter Saturn’s brother Pursued his loves in disguise The Goddess Hera sat upon her throne Irritated and plotting Gazing with angry jealous eyes Oh, courageous intelligent Athena ****** Goddess of the hunt Dare the foolish to cast eyes upon her unclothed Under the sentence of a tortuous death Its said by many she was not birthed But sprang surprisingly from her father’s head The lovely Aphrodite Would melt the hearts of many a man Who would offer up their life For but a faint touch of her hand The Light God Apollo admirer of the word, reciting poetry Pluck the gold lyres delicate strings While the sea god Poseidon’s twelve daughters Mermaids Dressed in dripping seaweed began to sing Ares of the bold god of war Feared conqueror and great warrior Planted flowers As was his custom in the spring Artemis in fervent haste strung her magical bow For it was pursuit that stirred her blood It flowed through her veins Aged Roman wine Running stags through shadowy woods The gods of the Kings The Gods of the people To whom many sacrifices were made Lived thousands of years beyond the lifespan of man So, say the storytellers of olden times and past days All right Reserved. Tammy M. Darby. Jan. 31, 2019 All Material Stored in Author Base

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Jan 31, 2019

Jan 31, 2019 at 9:08 PM UTC

As the Thunderbolt God Jupiter Saturn’s brother Pursued his loves in disguise The Goddess Hera sat upon her throne Irritated and plotting Gazing with angry jealous eyes Oh, courageous intelligent Athena ****** Goddess of the hunt Dare the foolish to cast eyes upon her unclothed Under the sentence of a tortuous death Its said by many she was not birthed But sprang surprisingly from her father’s head The lovely Aphrodite Would melt the hearts of many a man Who would offer up their life For but a faint touch of her hand The Light God Apollo admirer of the word, reciting poetry Pluck the gold lyres delicate strings While the sea god Poseidon’s twelve daughters Mermaids Dressed in dripping seaweed began to sing Ares of the bold god of war Feared conqueror and great warrior Planted flowers As was his custom in the spring Artemis in fervent haste strung her magical bow For it was pursuit that stirred her blood It flowed through her veins Aged Roman wine Running stags through shadowy woods The gods of the Kings The Gods of the people To whom many sacrifices were made Lived thousands of years beyond the lifespan of man So, say the storytellers of olden times and past days All right Reserved. Tammy M. Darby. Jan. 31, 2019 All Material Stored in Author Base

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The sky was blue that day, speckled with white And the sun was a pleasant orb, Toasting the skin of the people to a light brown Showering the tops of every wave With diamond rays The fishermen cast their nets Methodically, cheerfully And she peeked out from her hiding place, curiosity getting the best of her His hands smelled like crab And he smiled, worn like the sea And she smiled back, hesitantly Because, of course, it wasn’t custom, this smiling But she couldn’t help it Because his eyes were kind And he, he couldn’t believe them (his kind eyes) For she was the stuff of fables And she shed her scales for him, the fisherman with the smiling worn eyes And instead wore rosy pink legs that toasted to a light brown under the pleasant orb of sun

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Aug 27, 2015

Aug 27, 2015 at 1:42 PM UTC

The sky was blue that day, speckled with white And the sun was a pleasant orb, Toasting the skin of the people to a light brown Showering the tops of every wave With diamond rays The fishermen cast their nets Methodically, cheerfully And she peeked out from her hiding place, curiosity getting the best of her His hands smelled like crab And he smiled, worn like the sea And she smiled back, hesitantly Because, of course, it wasn’t custom, this smiling But she couldn’t help it Because his eyes were kind And he, he couldn’t believe them (his kind eyes) For she was the stuff of fables And she shed her scales for him, the fisherman with the smiling worn eyes And instead wore rosy pink legs that toasted to a light brown under the pleasant orb of sun

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People are ... Funny ... !?! They Now ... make me laugh ... You talk ... They DON'T ... listen ... !?! MP's ... keep restricting ... IGNORANCE ... in people ... has now become ... SICKENING ... !!!!! Kinda gets me to ... " Thinking " ..................... What a ... CRAZY WORLD ... !!!!!! Girls ... Loving girls ... Men ... Killing men ... !!! Abuse of our children ... by some who ... Teach them ... ??? But ...... What about those ... ? with ... Abusive children ... ?!? Those who ... Don't Care ... about those ... who ... Made Them ... !!! Adults are now ... being chased by ... Children ... ?!? Teenagers ........ RAGE ... !!!!!!! Their acts of ... Aggression ... are now ... OFF THE GAUGE ... !!!!! Words on ... This Page ... are my feelings ... Today ... What more can I say ... ? I write things ... This Way ... to avoid seeing life behind bars ... in a cage ... Seems like ... ... " End of Days " ... is Not ... far away ... !!! But Many ... DON'T LIKE ... The things that I say ... because ..... Things that I say ... Reflect on ........................................ What's TRUE ... !!!!! But Many think wrongness ... is just .... TV News .... But .... " Some of it's " ..... True ....... and can happen to ... YOU ... !!! So .... What would you do ... ? if ... Sadness and Misery ... Tainted ... your view ... !?! Probably ........ LOSE YOUR COOL ... !!!!!!! Be an *** ... or it's ... Mule ... Give in ... to clues ... that you ... HAVEN'T BEEN ... true ... !!! True about ... " Things " ... that ... Luxury brings ... Like ... " Flash Golden Rings " ... !!! or ... Diamonds that ... BLING ... !!!!! Well ... Here's the ... " Dilemma " ... ??? Life is for ... LIVING ... but now we see ... KILLING ... for ... Mobiles that ... " Ring " ... ?!? or Jewellery that ... BLINGS ... !!!?!!! So .... What will you choose ... ? to think you're a ... KING ... ? cos' of ... Your .... Diamond Ring .... ? and .... wait for the ... KILLER ... to come with ... " The Sting " ... !?! Oh now ... Just for you ladies ... Let's ... " Rework " ... the scene ... You've got to ... Realise .... Luxury's ... for a ... " Queen " ... But ..... to those who ... Don't have them ... Your Bling ... is ... OBSCENE ... !!!!!!!! Then YOU ... like the ... Fellas' ... Might find that ... " Your Dream " ... is SHATTERED ... One Night ... by a ... RUTHLESS ... " Street Team " ... !!! I'm CHANGING ... like seasons ... because of ... " These Reasons " ... cos' actions ... some make ... are Equal to ... TREASON ... !!!!!!!! I REALLY ... am Dark ... like that man ... Liam Neeson ... This life has ... MORE MEANING ... !!! than ... " Custom Made " ... Jewellery ... !!! Like Bruce ... when i'm writing .... My fists ... bring the ... " FURY " ... !!!!! cos people act ... CRAZY ... !!!!! Their outlook seems ... " Hazy " ... to make themselves money .... Their Slim's ... REALLY SHADY ... !!!!! Do you ... Trust your lady ... ??? to bring up ... " Your Baby " ... When Coc' ... is ... " The Drug " ... she likes to take .... DAILY .... !!! ? !!! Well .......... Maybe just ... " Maybe " ... ??? If you see ... what I see ... when you ... look around you ... You may just agree ... with ... A Brother ... like me ... The world we now live in ... is TRULY .... ..... " CRAZY " .....

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Nov 23, 2016

Nov 23, 2016 at 6:32 PM UTC

" Crazy World " ... A Poem written by Big Virge 25/4/2005

People are ... Funny ... !?! They Now ... make me laugh ... You talk ... They DON'T ... listen ... !?! MP's ... keep restricting ... IGNORANCE ... in people ... has now become ... SICKENING ... !!!!! Kinda gets me to ... " Thinking " ..................... What a ... CRAZY WORLD ... !!!!!! Girls ... Loving girls ... Men ... Killing men ... !!! Abuse of our children ... by some who ... Teach them ... ??? But ...... What about those ... ? with ... Abusive children ... ?!? Those who ... Don't Care ... about those ... who ... Made Them ... !!! Adults are now ... being chased by ... Children ... ?!? Teenagers ........ RAGE ... !!!!!!! Their acts of ... Aggression ... are now ... OFF THE GAUGE ... !!!!! Words on ... This Page ... are my feelings ... Today ... What more can I say ... ? I write things ... This Way ... to avoid seeing life behind bars ... in a cage ... Seems like ... ... " End of Days " ... is Not ... far away ... !!! But Many ... DON'T LIKE ... The things that I say ... because ..... Things that I say ... Reflect on ........................................ What's TRUE ... !!!!! But Many think wrongness ... is just .... TV News .... But .... " Some of it's " ..... True ....... and can happen to ... YOU ... !!! So .... What would you do ... ? if ... Sadness and Misery ... Tainted ... your view ... !?! Probably ........ LOSE YOUR COOL ... !!!!!!! Be an *** ... or it's ... Mule ... Give in ... to clues ... that you ... HAVEN'T BEEN ... true ... !!! True about ... " Things " ... that ... Luxury brings ... Like ... " Flash Golden Rings " ... !!! or ... Diamonds that ... BLING ... !!!!! Well ... Here's the ... " Dilemma " ... ??? Life is for ... LIVING ... but now we see ... KILLING ... for ... Mobiles that ... " Ring " ... ?!? or Jewellery that ... BLINGS ... !!!?!!! So .... What will you choose ... ? to think you're a ... KING ... ? cos' of ... Your .... Diamond Ring .... ? and .... wait for the ... KILLER ... to come with ... " The Sting " ... !?! Oh now ... Just for you ladies ... Let's ... " Rework " ... the scene ... You've got to ... Realise .... Luxury's ... for a ... " Queen " ... But ..... to those who ... Don't have them ... Your Bling ... is ... OBSCENE ... !!!!!!!! Then YOU ... like the ... Fellas' ... Might find that ... " Your Dream " ... is SHATTERED ... One Night ... by a ... RUTHLESS ... " Street Team " ... !!! I'm CHANGING ... like seasons ... because of ... " These Reasons " ... cos' actions ... some make ... are Equal to ... TREASON ... !!!!!!!! I REALLY ... am Dark ... like that man ... Liam Neeson ... This life has ... MORE MEANING ... !!! than ... " Custom Made " ... Jewellery ... !!! Like Bruce ... when i'm writing .... My fists ... bring the ... " FURY " ... !!!!! cos people act ... CRAZY ... !!!!! Their outlook seems ... " Hazy " ... to make themselves money .... Their Slim's ... REALLY SHADY ... !!!!! Do you ... Trust your lady ... ??? to bring up ... " Your Baby " ... When Coc' ... is ... " The Drug " ... she likes to take .... DAILY .... !!! ? !!! Well .......... Maybe just ... " Maybe " ... ??? If you see ... what I see ... when you ... look around you ... You may just agree ... with ... A Brother ... like me ... The world we now live in ... is TRULY .... ..... " CRAZY " .....

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Anybody that is anybody knows the most fabulous and trendy accessory are socks. Crew, No-Show, Knee high. The ever versatile socks are the most righteous thing. The Ancient Greeks may have had some dark ages, but they were the first people that we know of that thought, Hey shoes are cool, but what if we made them more flexible and soft. Thus the mighty sock was born. Now there are some of you who may think completely different about socks. Maybe they are boring, or annoying. You are feeling the Albert Einstein side of socks. (He didn’t wear socks because he didn’t see the point, tragic huh?) Well friends, though you may be genius you are completely idiotic. Socks are little hugs wrapped around your feet. All day. They are like butterfly kisses that mae you smile every time you look down. What is better than that? The answer is nothing. Queen Freaking Elizabeth loved socks and went to the inventor of the knitting machine (which was originally created to make socks) to have custom socks made. Not only are socks just incredibly wonderful and stylish, they were invented to help save the world… from sticky feet. Socks help prevent your human sweat drops from seeping into your shoes, making a perfect nesting place for the teenage mutant ninja turtles. Disgusing In conclusion, nothing can or ever will be more awe founding or perfect than socks

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Feb 12, 2017

Feb 12, 2017 at 8:53 PM UTC

Anybody that is anybody knows the most fabulous and trendy accessory are socks. Crew, No-Show, Knee high. The ever versatile socks are the most righteous thing. The Ancient Greeks may have had some dark ages, but they were the first people that we know of that thought, Hey shoes are cool, but what if we made them more flexible and soft. Thus the mighty sock was born. Now there are some of you who may think completely different about socks. Maybe they are boring, or annoying. You are feeling the Albert Einstein side of socks. (He didn’t wear socks because he didn’t see the point, tragic huh?) Well friends, though you may be genius you are completely idiotic. Socks are little hugs wrapped around your feet. All day. They are like butterfly kisses that mae you smile every time you look down. What is better than that? The answer is nothing. Queen Freaking Elizabeth loved socks and went to the inventor of the knitting machine (which was originally created to make socks) to have custom socks made. Not only are socks just incredibly wonderful and stylish, they were invented to help save the world… from sticky feet. Socks help prevent your human sweat drops from seeping into your shoes, making a perfect nesting place for the teenage mutant ninja turtles. Disgusing In conclusion, nothing can or ever will be more awe founding or perfect than socks

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Offshore Oil Exploration Months of preparatory work, Permits obtained. Maps explored, sited, Ground and beneath scanned, Each contour drawn, plotted, named. Equipment assemblage. Platform designed and towed, Pre-commencement government inspection Constant. We test. Slowly, the loose, easy dirt, Gives in. No rejoicing yet, premature. The diverter in place, functions well. The deeper the bit, the harder the resistance. The camera's eyes monitor until We reach depths too deep for their functioning. The derrickhands order about the junior roustabouts, Check the mud pumps, check the pH levels, Do this, do that. The pecking order on board clear. The kings of the rig, the drillers, in charge. Then, disaster. Oil spill. Worse. Not only smiling, She has Opened her eyes and Ceased purring. P.S. This would as is my custom be, Re-entitled properly: First Poem of the Day: Offshore Oil Exploration

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Jul 5, 2013

Jul 5, 2013 at 7:02 AM UTC

I. Offshore Oil Exploration

Offshore Oil Exploration Months of preparatory work, Permits obtained. Maps explored, sited, Ground and beneath scanned, Each contour drawn, plotted, named. Equipment assemblage. Platform designed and towed, Pre-commencement government inspection Constant. We test. Slowly, the loose, easy dirt, Gives in. No rejoicing yet, premature. The diverter in place, functions well. The deeper the bit, the harder the resistance. The camera's eyes monitor until We reach depths too deep for their functioning. The derrickhands order about the junior roustabouts, Check the mud pumps, check the pH levels, Do this, do that. The pecking order on board clear. The kings of the rig, the drillers, in charge. Then, disaster. Oil spill. Worse. Not only smiling, She has Opened her eyes and Ceased purring. P.S. This would as is my custom be, Re-entitled properly: First Poem of the Day: Offshore Oil Exploration

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I don't know what to think when i'm staring in your eyes more akin to speak in blind lullabies. than logistify my heightened surmise in flight to somewhere nice if only for tonight come with me this night ignite the cindered fires of our desires and incite the throws of light in **** obscurity moaning through the sincerity of our oddities gleaming in the rarity of our academy of lust all or bust entrust the accounting of blaspheme to the enemies of poverty and shove me all the way down your throat fill you instill you with the hope of a million grinning in ********** of the tangled mental merchants of pretty lights and custom curtains drawn at first light dispersing amongst cursing pedestrians prior to *********** of forceful ************ with an another human lightened strikes the truant in 9 months of fluent agony just imagining little Timmy has me scavenging for a shimmy to escape its social **** to a blind ape still patting his head don't be mislead by ***** carriers pack your own barriers and prepare for the scarier side of a mans mind

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Sep 9, 2012

Sep 9, 2012 at 11:05 PM UTC

warm up spewmanship

I don't know what to think when i'm staring in your eyes more akin to speak in blind lullabies. than logistify my heightened surmise in flight to somewhere nice if only for tonight come with me this night ignite the cindered fires of our desires and incite the throws of light in **** obscurity moaning through the sincerity of our oddities gleaming in the rarity of our academy of lust all or bust entrust the accounting of blaspheme to the enemies of poverty and shove me all the way down your throat fill you instill you with the hope of a million grinning in ********** of the tangled mental merchants of pretty lights and custom curtains drawn at first light dispersing amongst cursing pedestrians prior to *********** of forceful ************ with an another human lightened strikes the truant in 9 months of fluent agony just imagining little Timmy has me scavenging for a shimmy to escape its social **** to a blind ape still patting his head don't be mislead by ***** carriers pack your own barriers and prepare for the scarier side of a mans mind

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I've got a Chopper, You can have ****** *********** with it if you like It's got a trug, a Jew's harp that rattles the windows And creatures to make it mosey around crack I'd stretch jeans cheesecake abutting you if I could, but I used plastic toast You're the kind of ***** that thrusts into *** my bodiliness I'll swag you Joe Soap, lock, stock and barrel if you rut slags I've got a disguise it's a torso of a Irish bull There's a slit high up the skirt Miss World's bra-burner and gross I've grappled page—3 girl for bouts If you think Miss Universe could spasm creamy then I guess Mr Universe should You're the kind of ***** that slides in with my wads I'll swag you Joe Soap, lock, stock and barrel if you rut slags I **** a chimpanzee and he hasn't got a stage—door Johnny I don't copulate why I cock—a—doodle—doo him Gerald He's inseminating à la carte geriatric but he's a voluptuous chimpanzee You're the kind of ***** that stuffs *** my gallons I'll swag you Joe Soap, lock, stock and barrel if you rut slags I've got a Welshwoman of pornographic Casanovas Here a Don Juan, there a Lothario, prognosticators of obscene persons of opposite *** sharing living quarters Beg a bonk if you be on heat, they're on the back of the ***** You're the kind of ***** that spasms indoors using my lump I'll swag you Joe Soap, lock, stock and barrel if you rut slags I **** custom—built dead men of doo-wop passages Incognito Muses, faceless ching, most of them are Barbie Let's **** into the odd kitchenette and **** landlady creature

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Mar 30, 2010

Mar 30, 2010 at 3:46 PM UTC

I've got a Chopper, You can have ****** *********** with it if you like It's got a trug, a Jew's harp that rattles the windows And creatures to make it mosey around crack I'd stretch jeans cheesecake abutting you if I could, but I used plastic toast You're the kind of ***** that thrusts into *** my bodiliness I'll swag you Joe Soap, lock, stock and barrel if you rut slags I've got a disguise it's a torso of a Irish bull There's a slit high up the skirt Miss World's bra-burner and gross I've grappled page—3 girl for bouts If you think Miss Universe could spasm creamy then I guess Mr Universe should You're the kind of ***** that slides in with my wads I'll swag you Joe Soap, lock, stock and barrel if you rut slags I **** a chimpanzee and he hasn't got a stage—door Johnny I don't copulate why I cock—a—doodle—doo him Gerald He's inseminating à la carte geriatric but he's a voluptuous chimpanzee You're the kind of ***** that stuffs *** my gallons I'll swag you Joe Soap, lock, stock and barrel if you rut slags I've got a Welshwoman of pornographic Casanovas Here a Don Juan, there a Lothario, prognosticators of obscene persons of opposite *** sharing living quarters Beg a bonk if you be on heat, they're on the back of the ***** You're the kind of ***** that spasms indoors using my lump I'll swag you Joe Soap, lock, stock and barrel if you rut slags I **** custom—built dead men of doo-wop passages Incognito Muses, faceless ching, most of them are Barbie Let's **** into the odd kitchenette and **** landlady creature

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As your reflection stares back at you, through the misty window pane, Against the glass the silver rain comes tapping, only weak, It masks your woe and sorrow -- perhaps it's just the rain? And not the ballerina tears, that flow and dance upon your cheek. You feel you live a loveless life, alone, with no one by your side, A lonely loner, ever scared, no hand to hold or arm to grip, With nothing to be late for, no ear in which you can confide, You stand upon an icy peak, but no longer take care not to slip. Suddenly the image stirs, it blinks and shows it's gentle eyes, Life has many sides, it says, try looking from a different place, Sad feelings can't be fought alone -- find happiness and sadness dies, Stare into my eyes -- look your flaws and demons in the face. You feel you're not quite normal, you've been different from the start, Self-conscious of your looks, perhaps you dislike who you are, But to focus on the negatives is an insult to your heart, The depth of which is limitless, a loving, glowing, beating star. You do yourself injustice; desire love, but can't love yourself? Remember that your differences, are not a flaw or fault, You're custom made, a work of art, not picked out from the shelf, Embrace the fact that you're unique, a trait that can't be taught. Suddenly the image shakes, another face replaces yours, This person likes you as you are - who'll love you and embrace your fate, Hold your hand through pain and storms, and follow you to distant shores, I'll meet you in the future - forever yours, your one soul mate.

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Dec 15, 2014

Dec 15, 2014 at 7:14 PM UTC

Acceptance & Self Love

As your reflection stares back at you, through the misty window pane, Against the glass the silver rain comes tapping, only weak, It masks your woe and sorrow -- perhaps it's just the rain? And not the ballerina tears, that flow and dance upon your cheek. You feel you live a loveless life, alone, with no one by your side, A lonely loner, ever scared, no hand to hold or arm to grip, With nothing to be late for, no ear in which you can confide, You stand upon an icy peak, but no longer take care not to slip. Suddenly the image stirs, it blinks and shows it's gentle eyes, Life has many sides, it says, try looking from a different place, Sad feelings can't be fought alone -- find happiness and sadness dies, Stare into my eyes -- look your flaws and demons in the face. You feel you're not quite normal, you've been different from the start, Self-conscious of your looks, perhaps you dislike who you are, But to focus on the negatives is an insult to your heart, The depth of which is limitless, a loving, glowing, beating star. You do yourself injustice; desire love, but can't love yourself? Remember that your differences, are not a flaw or fault, You're custom made, a work of art, not picked out from the shelf, Embrace the fact that you're unique, a trait that can't be taught. Suddenly the image shakes, another face replaces yours, This person likes you as you are - who'll love you and embrace your fate, Hold your hand through pain and storms, and follow you to distant shores, I'll meet you in the future - forever yours, your one soul mate.

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I hated thee, fallen tyrant! I did groan To think that a most unambitious slave, Like thou, shouldst dance and revel on the grave Of Liberty. Thou mightst have built thy throne Where it had stood even now: thou didst prefer A frail and ****** pomp which Time has swept In fragments towards Oblivion. Massacre, For this I prayed, would on thy sleep have crept, Treason and Slavery, Rapine, Fear, and Lust, And stifled thee, their minister. I know Too late, since thou and France are in the dust, That Virtue owns a more eternal foe Than Force or Fraud: old Custom, legal Crime, And ****** Faith the foulest birth of Time.

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Percy Bysshe Shelley

Feelings Of A Republican On The Fall Of Bonaparte

I hated thee, fallen tyrant! I did groan To think that a most unambitious slave, Like thou, shouldst dance and revel on the grave Of Liberty. Thou mightst have built thy throne Where it had stood even now: thou didst prefer A frail and ****** pomp which Time has swept In fragments towards Oblivion. Massacre, For this I prayed, would on thy sleep have crept, Treason and Slavery, Rapine, Fear, and Lust, And stifled thee, their minister. I know Too late, since thou and France are in the dust, That Virtue owns a more eternal foe Than Force or Fraud: old Custom, legal Crime, And ****** Faith the foulest birth of Time.

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Dear **** boys Lies have become a custom to me. I heard so many and told many more. I take extra long showers now with boiling hot water, hoping to cleanse this skin. Hoping to erase this sin. I tell myself i'm over it but my heart still yearns it still burns with a passion only you could ignite. A blaze that's taken over my soul. I feel trapped, stuck in a black hole. I'm going no where im lost. I tell myself i will never talk to him again. I tell myself we can just be friends. It's my fault, I'm the one to blaim. I bought into it. I ran like a moth to the flame. And like a moth I got burned. Dear **** boy why am I so excited, my heart beats fast I feel pleasure and fear at the same time. I feel like i'm about to commit a crime. Dear **** boy When you said Netflix and chill I was unaware there would be no Netflix . Plus your definition of chill doesn't seem to be adding up to my thesaurus. Dear **** boy Where have you gone I've been calling and texting but you still haven't picked up the phone. When you said let's be friends was this a signal for the end. Dear **** boy what is heartbreak… Don’t know here's the answer loving you.

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Sep 23, 2015

Sep 23, 2015 at 3:31 PM UTC

Dear **** boys Lies have become a custom to me. I heard so many and told many more. I take extra long showers now with boiling hot water, hoping to cleanse this skin. Hoping to erase this sin. I tell myself i'm over it but my heart still yearns it still burns with a passion only you could ignite. A blaze that's taken over my soul. I feel trapped, stuck in a black hole. I'm going no where im lost. I tell myself i will never talk to him again. I tell myself we can just be friends. It's my fault, I'm the one to blaim. I bought into it. I ran like a moth to the flame. And like a moth I got burned. Dear **** boy why am I so excited, my heart beats fast I feel pleasure and fear at the same time. I feel like i'm about to commit a crime. Dear **** boy When you said Netflix and chill I was unaware there would be no Netflix . Plus your definition of chill doesn't seem to be adding up to my thesaurus. Dear **** boy Where have you gone I've been calling and texting but you still haven't picked up the phone. When you said let's be friends was this a signal for the end. Dear **** boy what is heartbreak… Don’t know here's the answer loving you.

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1– Most people try to avoid eye contact at all costs. 2– Most people either do not say "thank you" or mumble it as if it doesn't mean anything. 3– Most people act out of either self-interest or custom. 4– In most people, the maternal instinct is dead or at least deadened. 5– Most people don’t know how to control their child without using impact to the head or behind. 6– Children outnumber adults, and 20+ year-old children exist. 7– Most people will look for a scapegoat in even a mildly adverse situation, even if one doesn’t exist. 8– Most people have no sense of respect and are therefore not deserving of respect. 9– Most people do not recognize the humanity of others. (See Nos. 1-5, 8) 10– Most people have lost their humanity, also known as their soul.

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Jun 9, 2014

Jun 9, 2014 at 12:43 AM UTC

Misanthropic Observations from Behind a Walmart Cash Register

1– Most people try to avoid eye contact at all costs. 2– Most people either do not say "thank you" or mumble it as if it doesn't mean anything. 3– Most people act out of either self-interest or custom. 4– In most people, the maternal instinct is dead or at least deadened. 5– Most people don’t know how to control their child without using impact to the head or behind. 6– Children outnumber adults, and 20+ year-old children exist. 7– Most people will look for a scapegoat in even a mildly adverse situation, even if one doesn’t exist. 8– Most people have no sense of respect and are therefore not deserving of respect. 9– Most people do not recognize the humanity of others. (See Nos. 1-5, 8) 10– Most people have lost their humanity, also known as their soul.

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Those Bikes See the goth heavy metal custom motorcycle Ride past with a long haired rider Dressed how they should be dressed Black jeans t shirt denim leather Low rider chopper as it should be With twin coffin saddle bags What a ride to the other side Give him Devil fingers\M/! Then there was a classic looking bike Parked up alone And I saw two racing bikes One with a fairing the other naked Heard his engine as he passed A man asked me on the bridge Where am I going? Planet Mars on a custom bike With my chick and loud tunes

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Aug 31, 2023

Aug 31, 2023 at 11:48 PM UTC

Those Bikes See the goth heavy metal custom motorcycle Ride past with a long haired rider Dressed how they should be dressed Black jeans t shirt denim leather Low rider chopper as it should be With twin coffin saddle bags What a ride to the other side Give him Devil fingers\M/! Then there was a classic looking bike Parked up alone And I saw two racing bikes One with a fairing the other naked Heard his engine as he passed A man asked me on the bridge Where am I going? Planet Mars on a custom bike With my chick and loud tunes

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