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"darth" poems

Chewie hasn’t touched his food I hope he’ll be o.k.. It hasn’t been the same for him Since Leia passed away. He’s a melancholy Wookie as anyone can see. He mopes around the ship all day And he’s molting terribly Twas bad enough when Obi-wan was struck down by Darth Vader. But it’s no surprise when an old man dies That’s expected, now or later. Our Princess was a force you see Bringing gales of laughter which is why we want her here and not in the hereafter. He’s a melancholy Wookie as anyone can see. He mopes around the ship all day And he’s molting terribly. I hope one day we’ll meet again In Mos Eisley’s Cantina That gold bikini may not fit But we’d still be glad to see her.

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Jan 28, 2017

Jan 28, 2017 at 1:42 PM UTC

john-f-mccullagh

Melancholy Wookie

Chewie hasn’t touched his food I hope he’ll be o.k.. It hasn’t been the same for him Since Leia passed away. He’s a melancholy Wookie as anyone can see. He mopes around the ship all day And he’s molting terribly Twas bad enough when Obi-wan was struck down by Darth Vader. But it’s no surprise when an old man dies That’s expected, now or later. Our Princess was a force you see Bringing gales of laughter which is why we want her here and not in the hereafter. He’s a melancholy Wookie as anyone can see. He mopes around the ship all day And he’s molting terribly. I hope one day we’ll meet again In Mos Eisley’s Cantina That gold bikini may not fit But we’d still be glad to see her.

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Got that green reverberatin'. When to stop? She comptinplatin' cause the train done left the station. It's a indecation her imagination on incline. It's the primetime in mankind she on a zipline. The picture done popped out the frame. She on a train called insane, that cant be tamed. But she is still on her game. She fly high with them aviators. Cruising space with Darth Vader. That green **** she saver

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Oct 20, 2012

Oct 20, 2012 at 2:36 PM UTC

gertrude-wind-rider

Got that green reverberatin'. When to stop? She comptinplatin' cause the train done left the station. It's a indecation her imagination on incline. It's the primetime in mankind she on a zipline. The picture done popped out the frame. She on a train called insane, that cant be tamed. But she is still on her game. She fly high with them aviators. Cruising space with Darth Vader. That green **** she saver

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Star Wars Star Wars Star Wars Star Wars Star Wars Star Wars Yoda Yoda Yoda Yoda Yoda Yoda Darth Vader Darth Vader Darth Vader Darth Vader = Anakin Darth Vader Darth Vader Darth Vader Darth Vader Star Wars Star Wars Star Wars Star Wars Star Wars Star Wars S T A R W A R S = Watched this movie about ... 15 times in a week and it still watching it.

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Mar 29, 2011

Mar 29, 2011 at 11:47 PM UTC

May The Force Be With You

Star Wars Star Wars Star Wars Star Wars Star Wars Star Wars Yoda Yoda Yoda Yoda Yoda Yoda Darth Vader Darth Vader Darth Vader Darth Vader = Anakin Darth Vader Darth Vader Darth Vader Darth Vader Star Wars Star Wars Star Wars Star Wars Star Wars Star Wars S T A R W A R S = Watched this movie about ... 15 times in a week and it still watching it.

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I'm the Emperor and my face looks like a prune. I have dark circles around my eyes which also makes me look like a raccoon. My name is Palpatine but I'm also known as Darth Sidious. Everybody pukes when they see me because I look hideous. I was able to trick Anakin Skywalker into turning to the Dark Side. I actually convinced him that I had the power to save his bride. I can't believe that I was able to turn him into a Sith Lord as easily as I did. He actually believed that he could save Padme by killing Separatists and kids. I thought that my new Death Star was safe from the rebels, I thought that I had won. But Darth Vader dropped me into the main reactor of the Death Star to save his son. Luke Skywalker removed Lord Vader's mask and he became Anakin Skywalker again. I still can't believe that those **** Ewoks were the reason why my Empire didn't win.

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Jun 9, 2015

Jun 9, 2015 at 5:19 PM UTC

Palpatine The Emperor

I'm the Emperor and my face looks like a prune. I have dark circles around my eyes which also makes me look like a raccoon. My name is Palpatine but I'm also known as Darth Sidious. Everybody pukes when they see me because I look hideous. I was able to trick Anakin Skywalker into turning to the Dark Side. I actually convinced him that I had the power to save his bride. I can't believe that I was able to turn him into a Sith Lord as easily as I did. He actually believed that he could save Padme by killing Separatists and kids. I thought that my new Death Star was safe from the rebels, I thought that I had won. But Darth Vader dropped me into the main reactor of the Death Star to save his son. Luke Skywalker removed Lord Vader's mask and he became Anakin Skywalker again. I still can't believe that those **** Ewoks were the reason why my Empire didn't win.

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Now, the truth Luke & Leia is this love Thank God not the wrong kind Siblings apart since birth Together till the end of time Darth vader concious Dark, evil, twisted Luring Luke innocent No Luke! Don't do it! Doesn't matter he's your Dad Doesn't matter how sad He doesn't give a hoot Who on earth he shoots Stormtrooper beware Puppet of your master You will be beaten big time By a gorgeous little Ewok Chewy & Han You are the man Milenium shoots them all You saved the day Kept Darth vader at bay You saved our heros Wicked Poor Han solid In some ungodly squalor Not the nicest end Certainly not Han Solo's plan Geez George ... really ... Tin & metal R2, See threepio Nitter natter chatter Lots of friendly banter Cuter than buttons You just wanna hug em Jedi Knight Yoda Played his part of course Strong in force He helped the cause Although he has passed over Goodness wins in the end Good force takes the flag Mighty, Epic, Timeless And gloriously mad

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Jun 18, 2014

Jun 18, 2014 at 3:46 AM UTC

joann-rolleston

Star wars pen .. the journey ends ..

Now, the truth Luke & Leia is this love Thank God not the wrong kind Siblings apart since birth Together till the end of time Darth vader concious Dark, evil, twisted Luring Luke innocent No Luke! Don't do it! Doesn't matter he's your Dad Doesn't matter how sad He doesn't give a hoot Who on earth he shoots Stormtrooper beware Puppet of your master You will be beaten big time By a gorgeous little Ewok Chewy & Han You are the man Milenium shoots them all You saved the day Kept Darth vader at bay You saved our heros Wicked Poor Han solid In some ungodly squalor Not the nicest end Certainly not Han Solo's plan Geez George ... really ... Tin & metal R2, See threepio Nitter natter chatter Lots of friendly banter Cuter than buttons You just wanna hug em Jedi Knight Yoda Played his part of course Strong in force He helped the cause Although he has passed over Goodness wins in the end Good force takes the flag Mighty, Epic, Timeless And gloriously mad

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So there are these kids At the shelter where I live One is older than me and so cute He isn't like a little kid Well enough about those people Who remind me of my siblings More about my sister Who is my little Darth Vader Her name is Vayda and she's my baby girl For her I would give the entire world She's in the best family Well duh I'm her big sis But I'm scared that I will fail her For I cannot stop all this **** I smoke, I drink, hell I even fight But I don't want her to resort to that I'm afraid that she just might.. I do this 'cause I've done it for so long I cannot stop, but one day it will **** me That's how I know it is wrong...

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Jun 27, 2013

Jun 27, 2013 at 10:36 PM UTC

So there are these kids At the shelter where I live One is older than me and so cute He isn't like a little kid Well enough about those people Who remind me of my siblings More about my sister Who is my little Darth Vader Her name is Vayda and she's my baby girl For her I would give the entire world She's in the best family Well duh I'm her big sis But I'm scared that I will fail her For I cannot stop all this **** I smoke, I drink, hell I even fight But I don't want her to resort to that I'm afraid that she just might.. I do this 'cause I've done it for so long I cannot stop, but one day it will **** me That's how I know it is wrong...

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I've been thinking and reading a lot recently People who claim to be enlighten Are not really enlighten because Enlightenment is about being one with everything Enlightenment is seen as knowledge & awareness I guess the “spiritual people” lack an understanding Of duality That life is based on good & bad Enlightenment and being one with everything is accepting Both the horrors & wonders of Life Thus creating balance, which is now “being one with everything” Instead of waving sacred geometry as the all knowing thing Or bragging about, “I know the Fibonacci sequence & the golden ratio” Don’t get me wrong! I enjoy reading about spirituality, sacred geometry, and other marvelous topics Nor am I bashing people’s beliefs I just see people misinterpreting the message A great and funny example that had me thinking was what Palpatine/ Darth Sidious from Star Wars Episode III revenge of the Sith said. “Anakin, if one is to understand “the great mystery” one must study all its aspects, not just the dogmatic narrow view of the Jedi. If you wish to become a complete and wise leader, you must embrace a larger view of the force.” That principle revolves around the same idea as being enlighten & being one with everything If someone was to become “enlighten” he or she has to face the trials of learning to love and also embracing that there is a horror that lurks around us that we are oblivious to see. I think once someone see’s both sides of the picture is when someone becomes “enlighten” Because they understand how both sides work Enlighten --> duality --> balance This is how I just view the topic of enlightenment You don’t have to believe what I wrote I could be wrong This was merely me ranting and expressing what I feel lol

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Jul 18, 2014

Jul 18, 2014 at 12:04 PM UTC

A little rant/thoughts

I've been thinking and reading a lot recently People who claim to be enlighten Are not really enlighten because Enlightenment is about being one with everything Enlightenment is seen as knowledge & awareness I guess the “spiritual people” lack an understanding Of duality That life is based on good & bad Enlightenment and being one with everything is accepting Both the horrors & wonders of Life Thus creating balance, which is now “being one with everything” Instead of waving sacred geometry as the all knowing thing Or bragging about, “I know the Fibonacci sequence & the golden ratio” Don’t get me wrong! I enjoy reading about spirituality, sacred geometry, and other marvelous topics Nor am I bashing people’s beliefs I just see people misinterpreting the message A great and funny example that had me thinking was what Palpatine/ Darth Sidious from Star Wars Episode III revenge of the Sith said. “Anakin, if one is to understand “the great mystery” one must study all its aspects, not just the dogmatic narrow view of the Jedi. If you wish to become a complete and wise leader, you must embrace a larger view of the force.” That principle revolves around the same idea as being enlighten & being one with everything If someone was to become “enlighten” he or she has to face the trials of learning to love and also embracing that there is a horror that lurks around us that we are oblivious to see. I think once someone see’s both sides of the picture is when someone becomes “enlighten” Because they understand how both sides work Enlighten --> duality --> balance This is how I just view the topic of enlightenment You don’t have to believe what I wrote I could be wrong This was merely me ranting and expressing what I feel lol

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With a breath of life We used all our might To travel the skies In our great disguise. To the Outer Rim And then the Deep Core. Coruscant beware *** ***** going down Worst than Alderaan. Upon fleets of ships. In the snow and sand. We can see it all. But there is one thing Something to mention. The Force may be strong But not for too long So quit wasting time Be my valentine

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Apr 7, 2016

Apr 7, 2016 at 8:08 PM UTC

jacob-joseph-martinolich

Darth Valentine

With a breath of life We used all our might To travel the skies In our great disguise. To the Outer Rim And then the Deep Core. Coruscant beware *** ***** going down Worst than Alderaan. Upon fleets of ships. In the snow and sand. We can see it all. But there is one thing Something to mention. The Force may be strong But not for too long So quit wasting time Be my valentine

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Princess Leia, we bid thee bye May the Force be with you as you fly Through unforgetting hearts and minds As Empires fall & the Rebells rise Your story unfolding before our eyes We look at your legacy of New Hope How you melted the heart of Han Solo Risked your life to save the galaxy far Did your part destroying the Death Star And in your heart forgave that vile Darth Vader Such a person we shall remember Rest in peace Carrie Fisher.

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Dec 28, 2016

Dec 28, 2016 at 7:59 PM UTC

Rest In Peace Princess Leia

Princess Leia, we bid thee bye May the Force be with you as you fly Through unforgetting hearts and minds As Empires fall & the Rebells rise Your story unfolding before our eyes We look at your legacy of New Hope How you melted the heart of Han Solo Risked your life to save the galaxy far Did your part destroying the Death Star And in your heart forgave that vile Darth Vader Such a person we shall remember Rest in peace Carrie Fisher.

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I suppose that I should be writing about the pencil itself, how its pale cerulean self lights up my taupe desk (yes, taupe.), or perhaps how the navy stamps that embellish it bleed a little at the sides smeared, or even the sheer fact that it says "hoppy Easter"with little bunnies on it, which is ironic because it is January. (and even funnier because the little bunnies look like demons waiting to pounce on your soul, slightly feline...feline bunnies?) But no. I sing instead the song of that metal thing at the end of the pencil, crimped like a tin can stuck in a sixties hair salon--the small item that sort of resembles Darth Vader; the metal thing that, when you think about it, you never notice; the thing that holds the eraser in place and the lead in the wood, and the wood in a line, the line for your pencil holder at the top of your desk (your taupe desk) that you write on and without writing you'd die... Without life you don't exist. I sing to the tiny piece of metal that is out of place, yet holds the world as we know it together. Because in a way, I know how it feels to bridge together two elements; two worlds, if you will. It's a difficult task indeed to hold it all together. And I realize, staring at the satanic rabbits adorning my writing utensil that this thing doesn't have a name.

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Dec 22, 2009

Dec 22, 2009 at 6:16 PM UTC

Song of the Pencil

I suppose that I should be writing about the pencil itself, how its pale cerulean self lights up my taupe desk (yes, taupe.), or perhaps how the navy stamps that embellish it bleed a little at the sides smeared, or even the sheer fact that it says "hoppy Easter"with little bunnies on it, which is ironic because it is January. (and even funnier because the little bunnies look like demons waiting to pounce on your soul, slightly feline...feline bunnies?) But no. I sing instead the song of that metal thing at the end of the pencil, crimped like a tin can stuck in a sixties hair salon--the small item that sort of resembles Darth Vader; the metal thing that, when you think about it, you never notice; the thing that holds the eraser in place and the lead in the wood, and the wood in a line, the line for your pencil holder at the top of your desk (your taupe desk) that you write on and without writing you'd die... Without life you don't exist. I sing to the tiny piece of metal that is out of place, yet holds the world as we know it together. Because in a way, I know how it feels to bridge together two elements; two worlds, if you will. It's a difficult task indeed to hold it all together. And I realize, staring at the satanic rabbits adorning my writing utensil that this thing doesn't have a name.

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Many creationists view the duckbilled platypus as an enigma that evolution cannot explain. Super-Platypus attempts to escape from aliens. Am I one of yours? Little Platypus? In August of that year the Submarine Support Depot platypus debate began. Out of a large cloth travel bag, Diana pulled the furry platypus hand puppet platypus-in-a-can. Boba Fett told Darth Vader, "As you wish," he was really saying, "I love you." I took a quiz once that told me I was a platypus in a past life.

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Sep 26, 2013

Sep 26, 2013 at 1:17 AM UTC

Plato and a Platypus Walk Into a Bar...

Many creationists view the duckbilled platypus as an enigma that evolution cannot explain. Super-Platypus attempts to escape from aliens. Am I one of yours? Little Platypus? In August of that year the Submarine Support Depot platypus debate began. Out of a large cloth travel bag, Diana pulled the furry platypus hand puppet platypus-in-a-can. Boba Fett told Darth Vader, "As you wish," he was really saying, "I love you." I took a quiz once that told me I was a platypus in a past life.

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phoebe will remain my hostage until four barrel's hipster overlords hear my plea we're all made of sparkledust and turkish delight and if you hate drinking sonoma butter and having money, my doctor Archmage Overlord said the the "happy drink" element you seek is less like strong coffee and more like the invasion of normandy with turkey slaughter in the background kfc's new turkey flavored chicken tried looking for drugs in the neighborhood but timothy leary, his suave excellency, sheik knight of nee abstained from the devil's coffee with headaches and brain fog anyway, that's why i attacked the complimentary peanuts and russian balloon juice FURIOUS POSTSCRIPT "no one can understand the truth until he drinks of the feline's frothy goodness"

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Nov 21, 2014

Nov 21, 2014 at 1:39 PM UTC

Daydreaming Of Getting Roughed Up By An Old Lady Dressed As Darth Vader Drinking Kool Aid

phoebe will remain my hostage until four barrel's hipster overlords hear my plea we're all made of sparkledust and turkish delight and if you hate drinking sonoma butter and having money, my doctor Archmage Overlord said the the "happy drink" element you seek is less like strong coffee and more like the invasion of normandy with turkey slaughter in the background kfc's new turkey flavored chicken tried looking for drugs in the neighborhood but timothy leary, his suave excellency, sheik knight of nee abstained from the devil's coffee with headaches and brain fog anyway, that's why i attacked the complimentary peanuts and russian balloon juice FURIOUS POSTSCRIPT "no one can understand the truth until he drinks of the feline's frothy goodness"

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I demand to make my choices. We are here to raise our voices. These irreversible changes are locking us in cages; These are real, life-or-death issues. This is no show, and these lives are no Broadway stages. Let's talk about decisions; Let's put aside biased visions. Let’s talk about who makes these decisions; I’m looking at you, old white dudes in boardrooms. Last time you took a class in sex-ed, Gatsby and Daisy were just about this close to being bride and groom. Let's talk about consent; Let's use this space to vent. Let’s talk about who has the right to judge; I’m looking at you, anti-abortion crusaders. Feeling threatened by strong women and their placards and posters, Like they’ve got pistols in their uterine holsters, Like they’re all daughters of the dark forces of Darth Vader. Why do we insist on going to war with each other? More importantly, Why does our ****** education, The root of this problem, The rotten core of this issue - Why does our ****** education **** so much? Why do we talk about choice for a woman instead of the choice of men to respect a woman in the first place? Why are we still debating? Grown men telling women to listen, It's absolutely infuriating! Let's fight for rights and quit the hating. Women are resorting to desperate measures, Whilst men walk away with fulfilled pleasures. I adopt this tone gravely; Women are jeopardising their safety, daily. Is a living woman worth less than an unborn baby?

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May 25, 2019

May 25, 2019 at 5:18 AM UTC

An act of compassion

I demand to make my choices. We are here to raise our voices. These irreversible changes are locking us in cages; These are real, life-or-death issues. This is no show, and these lives are no Broadway stages. Let's talk about decisions; Let's put aside biased visions. Let’s talk about who makes these decisions; I’m looking at you, old white dudes in boardrooms. Last time you took a class in sex-ed, Gatsby and Daisy were just about this close to being bride and groom. Let's talk about consent; Let's use this space to vent. Let’s talk about who has the right to judge; I’m looking at you, anti-abortion crusaders. Feeling threatened by strong women and their placards and posters, Like they’ve got pistols in their uterine holsters, Like they’re all daughters of the dark forces of Darth Vader. Why do we insist on going to war with each other? More importantly, Why does our ****** education, The root of this problem, The rotten core of this issue - Why does our ****** education **** so much? Why do we talk about choice for a woman instead of the choice of men to respect a woman in the first place? Why are we still debating? Grown men telling women to listen, It's absolutely infuriating! Let's fight for rights and quit the hating. Women are resorting to desperate measures, Whilst men walk away with fulfilled pleasures. I adopt this tone gravely; Women are jeopardising their safety, daily. Is a living woman worth less than an unborn baby?

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Now The Choices You Make... Can DECIDE Your Fate... !!! But It Seems That Some Voices... Believe There Are Factors... OUTSIDE of Our Choices... That Also DO MATTER... In Things That Then Happen... Like Forms of... "Entrapment"... That Leave People SHATTERED... !!! But If You Choose WISELY... I Think It’s... LESS Likely... That You’ll End Up DEAD... Because of The Feds’... !!! Your Choices DEFEND... And Can Also PROTECT... !!! But If You Choose POORLY... Things Can End PREMATURELY... From Your Wife To Your Life... You Had BETTER Be WISE... !!!!! BEFORE Choices Decide... To TAKE What You Like... Or Just Leave You To DIE... !!! Cos’ It’s EASY To BLAME... Rather Than Have To Face... The Fact That Your Choice... Put You In A BAD PLACE... !!! You’d BETTER Show POISE... Rather Than Make Up Noise... Because You CAN'T Deal... With The Cards You Reveal... !!! That’s Right To YOURSELF... !!! Cos’ Oppressors WON'T Help... They’ll Just Help Themselves... To Take All Your Wealth... And Knowledge of Self... !!! And KEEP You OPPRESSED... If That Choice Serves Them Best... !!! As I Earlier Said Your Choices Defend... But Can Leave You For DEAD... !!! If You’re Quick To Deflect... Instead of... ACCEPT... That A DISCIPLINED Choice... Could of Saved You From Death... !!! I Choose To... AVOID... Placing Blame Now On Others... !!! I Choose To Stay Covered... And FAR From Blood Suckers... No Matter What Colour... Or Group They Fall Under... !!! My Choices Have THUNDERED... Their Way Through Bad Summers... !!! So Now Choose To Groove... With POWERFUL Moves... !!! Rather Than Those That Teach... My Soul To Be Weak... !!! My Choice of Free Speech... And Use of Poetry... SUPPORTS Such Beliefs... !!! So The Words That I Use... Are Those That Give PROOF... That The Choices I’ve Made... Have Indeed Made The Grade... of Dealing With Hate... And REFUSING To Slave... For A Minimum Wage... From The Type of Paleface... With SUPREMACIST Ways... !!!! And NO It’s NOT EASY... I KNOW That BELIEVE Me... !!! But Making STRONG Moves... DEMANDS That You Choose... To Sometimes FACE DANGERS... That Come From Dark Strangers... !!! That’s Right Like Enslavers... And Those Known As Haters... Who Choose To ABUSE... Rather Than Help You To... Make Choices That WORK... And Keep You From Hurt... !!! I’m Not One Whose Stuck... On The Idea of LUCK... Leaving Me In A RUT... !!! You Must Choose Your Own Path... Just Ask My Uncle DARTH... !!! ... I’m Already DARK... !!! So I Now Choose The Light... of Choosing What’s WISE... !!! Even In These DARK Times... !!! Where We’re Now Choosing Things... That May Well Prove To STING... !!! ... Historical Tricks... May Have Choices That Link... To How Supremacists... Nowadays Choose To Think... !!! And On That LAST Note... I’m Now Choosing To Go... After This Final Quote... That Is... NOT All My Own... !!! Choose To Live On Your Knees... Or To... DIE On Your Feet... !!! Instead of Make Noises... That Deal In Submission... To... Limited Thinking... Because You AVOIDED... Making DIFFICULT... ......... “ Choices “........

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Aug 2, 2021

Aug 2, 2021 at 9:20 PM UTC

“Choices” ... A Poem written by Big Virge 20/2/2021

Now The Choices You Make... Can DECIDE Your Fate... !!! But It Seems That Some Voices... Believe There Are Factors... OUTSIDE of Our Choices... That Also DO MATTER... In Things That Then Happen... Like Forms of... "Entrapment"... That Leave People SHATTERED... !!! But If You Choose WISELY... I Think It’s... LESS Likely... That You’ll End Up DEAD... Because of The Feds’... !!! Your Choices DEFEND... And Can Also PROTECT... !!! But If You Choose POORLY... Things Can End PREMATURELY... From Your Wife To Your Life... You Had BETTER Be WISE... !!!!! BEFORE Choices Decide... To TAKE What You Like... Or Just Leave You To DIE... !!! Cos’ It’s EASY To BLAME... Rather Than Have To Face... The Fact That Your Choice... Put You In A BAD PLACE... !!! You’d BETTER Show POISE... Rather Than Make Up Noise... Because You CAN'T Deal... With The Cards You Reveal... !!! That’s Right To YOURSELF... !!! Cos’ Oppressors WON'T Help... They’ll Just Help Themselves... To Take All Your Wealth... And Knowledge of Self... !!! And KEEP You OPPRESSED... If That Choice Serves Them Best... !!! As I Earlier Said Your Choices Defend... But Can Leave You For DEAD... !!! If You’re Quick To Deflect... Instead of... ACCEPT... That A DISCIPLINED Choice... Could of Saved You From Death... !!! I Choose To... AVOID... Placing Blame Now On Others... !!! I Choose To Stay Covered... And FAR From Blood Suckers... No Matter What Colour... Or Group They Fall Under... !!! My Choices Have THUNDERED... Their Way Through Bad Summers... !!! So Now Choose To Groove... With POWERFUL Moves... !!! Rather Than Those That Teach... My Soul To Be Weak... !!! My Choice of Free Speech... And Use of Poetry... SUPPORTS Such Beliefs... !!! So The Words That I Use... Are Those That Give PROOF... That The Choices I’ve Made... Have Indeed Made The Grade... of Dealing With Hate... And REFUSING To Slave... For A Minimum Wage... From The Type of Paleface... With SUPREMACIST Ways... !!!! And NO It’s NOT EASY... I KNOW That BELIEVE Me... !!! But Making STRONG Moves... DEMANDS That You Choose... To Sometimes FACE DANGERS... That Come From Dark Strangers... !!! That’s Right Like Enslavers... And Those Known As Haters... Who Choose To ABUSE... Rather Than Help You To... Make Choices That WORK... And Keep You From Hurt... !!! I’m Not One Whose Stuck... On The Idea of LUCK... Leaving Me In A RUT... !!! You Must Choose Your Own Path... Just Ask My Uncle DARTH... !!! ... I’m Already DARK... !!! So I Now Choose The Light... of Choosing What’s WISE... !!! Even In These DARK Times... !!! Where We’re Now Choosing Things... That May Well Prove To STING... !!! ... Historical Tricks... May Have Choices That Link... To How Supremacists... Nowadays Choose To Think... !!! And On That LAST Note... I’m Now Choosing To Go... After This Final Quote... That Is... NOT All My Own... !!! Choose To Live On Your Knees... Or To... DIE On Your Feet... !!! Instead of Make Noises... That Deal In Submission... To... Limited Thinking... Because You AVOIDED... Making DIFFICULT... ......... “ Choices “........

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Hey Princess my name is Han, I picture us together in a Galaxy Far Far Away I promise you adventure to say the least I'm not saying the courtship will be all filled with peace I will fly you in a spaceship which is very nice I hope you are able to withstand some strife I have to let you know that I have a kind of pet he is quite unique He is a Wookie you may in fact rather kiss him than me If my mannerisms get under your skin I feel I should warn you about the competition that is interested in You I heard about a fat ugly guy named Jabba The Hut, he might even want to imprison you Well I heard you once were interested in your brother, I am willing to overlook that fact I can tell you that dating me is not boring to say the least We will fight against The Empire and you will get to meet many Jedi Knights You and I together will have to dodge fire from Storm trooper guns Not to mention the dictator Darth Vader wants to **** both me and you I will let you know if this don't appeal to you or sound like to much fun You could date a certain doctor named DR. Who and see were he and his Tardis might take you.

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Aug 9, 2014

Aug 9, 2014 at 8:31 PM UTC

A Science Fiction Personal Ad

Hey Princess my name is Han, I picture us together in a Galaxy Far Far Away I promise you adventure to say the least I'm not saying the courtship will be all filled with peace I will fly you in a spaceship which is very nice I hope you are able to withstand some strife I have to let you know that I have a kind of pet he is quite unique He is a Wookie you may in fact rather kiss him than me If my mannerisms get under your skin I feel I should warn you about the competition that is interested in You I heard about a fat ugly guy named Jabba The Hut, he might even want to imprison you Well I heard you once were interested in your brother, I am willing to overlook that fact I can tell you that dating me is not boring to say the least We will fight against The Empire and you will get to meet many Jedi Knights You and I together will have to dodge fire from Storm trooper guns Not to mention the dictator Darth Vader wants to **** both me and you I will let you know if this don't appeal to you or sound like to much fun You could date a certain doctor named DR. Who and see were he and his Tardis might take you.

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I have a list The job is mundane, same old, same old Murderers, conceiters, haters, .... No remorse even at the last breath Today is a busy day Lots of you to claim First on my list is a thief He stole children for a living And sold them to the highest bidder Sometimes, I think the Guy upstairs is so unfair What’s wrong with taking a child And selling her so she’ll get a better life Not that I’m complaining Contrary to popular belief Hell is kind of empty Most people in their last living moments Say they’re sorry and zam! I lose! This guy is different Peter Hinckley the Child Snatcher He doesn’t know he’s walking into a trap And he’ll be shot dead by the cop hiding across the street So, here I am, Ok, Now!! “Gotcha, come with me, Peter Hinckley! Welcome to Hell! Where it’s always breakfast in bed! Not! Haha!” My next is a woman, those are rare down there Henrietta Bugglery – “Gosh, what a name!” Her one and only sin – loving herself too much Till she hated everyone else It’s not her fault, I don’t think She has it all but wisdom So how can it be her fault Well I suppose she could have been better to her children But she hated them too apparently Ahh humans, I’ll never get them, I suppose! Henrietta was ready but she didn’t expect Me! Not that I’m not pretty but I have to hide my face Seeing me sometimes jolts them back to life! “OK, Missy, let’s go!” “What do you mean let’s go? Who are you? And where are we going?” “HELLLL! Missy!!” “Who are you?” “ Darth Vader!” (and they say i don’t have a sense of humor) “You mean like from Star Wars?” “Yes, exactly that – Let’s Go!” “I’m not going anywhere with you!” “Oh come on, don’t make me zap you there. I like you all to arrive happily, after all the rest of eternity is a long time” “Get lost! I’m not coming with you!!” “Oh well, you leave me no choice! Welcome to Hell!” I lift my hand and she is stretched excruciatingly (it appears) into Hell You’d think my work is easy Actually, it’s not Sometimes, I wish we had some of your high tech equipments down there Then, I won’t have to do this myself I could have me some robots who would never mess up Or suddenly have a soft heart like in the case of .... Oh **** I’m saying too much!! *P.S. Don't worry, I'm probably not coming for you P.S.S. I lie, a lot!*

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Aug 24, 2013

Aug 24, 2013 at 9:59 AM UTC

The God of Death

I have a list The job is mundane, same old, same old Murderers, conceiters, haters, .... No remorse even at the last breath Today is a busy day Lots of you to claim First on my list is a thief He stole children for a living And sold them to the highest bidder Sometimes, I think the Guy upstairs is so unfair What’s wrong with taking a child And selling her so she’ll get a better life Not that I’m complaining Contrary to popular belief Hell is kind of empty Most people in their last living moments Say they’re sorry and zam! I lose! This guy is different Peter Hinckley the Child Snatcher He doesn’t know he’s walking into a trap And he’ll be shot dead by the cop hiding across the street So, here I am, Ok, Now!! “Gotcha, come with me, Peter Hinckley! Welcome to Hell! Where it’s always breakfast in bed! Not! Haha!” My next is a woman, those are rare down there Henrietta Bugglery – “Gosh, what a name!” Her one and only sin – loving herself too much Till she hated everyone else It’s not her fault, I don’t think She has it all but wisdom So how can it be her fault Well I suppose she could have been better to her children But she hated them too apparently Ahh humans, I’ll never get them, I suppose! Henrietta was ready but she didn’t expect Me! Not that I’m not pretty but I have to hide my face Seeing me sometimes jolts them back to life! “OK, Missy, let’s go!” “What do you mean let’s go? Who are you? And where are we going?” “HELLLL! Missy!!” “Who are you?” “ Darth Vader!” (and they say i don’t have a sense of humor) “You mean like from Star Wars?” “Yes, exactly that – Let’s Go!” “I’m not going anywhere with you!” “Oh come on, don’t make me zap you there. I like you all to arrive happily, after all the rest of eternity is a long time” “Get lost! I’m not coming with you!!” “Oh well, you leave me no choice! Welcome to Hell!” I lift my hand and she is stretched excruciatingly (it appears) into Hell You’d think my work is easy Actually, it’s not Sometimes, I wish we had some of your high tech equipments down there Then, I won’t have to do this myself I could have me some robots who would never mess up Or suddenly have a soft heart like in the case of .... Oh **** I’m saying too much!! *P.S. Don't worry, I'm probably not coming for you P.S.S. I lie, a lot!*

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sip on this game direct from the tree of knowledge im trapping in the forest; nocturnal like that owl, im that black panther, ninja on the prowl highly melenated, ALL BLACK, no darth vader highly medicated, NO SNACKs, or now and laters... never chasing paper nor running for the mayor, haters looking for a savior its clear they don't love their self I'M riches in my health, stash crystals in my wealth if your calcified then you don't feel me like felt you buckle under pressure why purchase cheap belts? call me Mr wizard as i place you beneath my spell unlimited vigor feather light on the scale! even if i were brail, still no one could touch me. if life WERE a ***** i bet she'd bee UGLY non the less that phrase stands uncorrect 13 LOVE 13 Raspect.....

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Apr 19, 2013

Apr 19, 2013 at 2:49 PM UTC

april 1st sike! april fools

sip on this game direct from the tree of knowledge im trapping in the forest; nocturnal like that owl, im that black panther, ninja on the prowl highly melenated, ALL BLACK, no darth vader highly medicated, NO SNACKs, or now and laters... never chasing paper nor running for the mayor, haters looking for a savior its clear they don't love their self I'M riches in my health, stash crystals in my wealth if your calcified then you don't feel me like felt you buckle under pressure why purchase cheap belts? call me Mr wizard as i place you beneath my spell unlimited vigor feather light on the scale! even if i were brail, still no one could touch me. if life WERE a ***** i bet she'd bee UGLY non the less that phrase stands uncorrect 13 LOVE 13 Raspect.....

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The hp deathstar had all but sqaushed are rebellion. And the pub falcon was being looked for parked in front of everycyber bar across the net so it really ****** cause capt Gonzo was really thirsty. We had taken refuge on endor for awhile untill thoose fury bastards got pissed over a simple misunderstanding they sure were some horney little teddy bears . In thinking over were to hide there was mention of eurainus to which I replied. Get your mind outta the gutter man. you just said eurainus. Cp bathsebo and R2 Swanson said s0mething to which I jokingly replied hush the men are talking once wasnt to smart. Ever been kick to the grown by a steel high heel shoe hopefully the numbness will wear off. Master golden had taught me much but that was many drinks ago. How am i supposed to remember that far back yesterday was a blur. So **** it lets kick his *** already jack skyhorner said. Darth Elliot was mighty the battle was hell. I would have joined in but someone had to rob the liqour cabinet besides Honzo Gonzo a bit of a hangover. As the stormtroppers aproached screamed like a 13 year old girl and ran to fire up the pub falcon. As the others said what about jack I said im sorry but he's gone it was brutle i took out as many as could. But Jack would want us to move on. Just then Jack appeared and said nice scream gonz. We blasted across the gallaxy with no direction cause ya know how guys are about asking for directions. Fully stocked and and reloaded so to speak. Drath Elliot was amighty foe. But no match for the outcast girly screaming Capt Gonzo

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Mar 23, 2010

Mar 23, 2010 at 1:45 PM UTC

john-patrick-robbins-aka-gonzo

The hp deathstar had all but sqaushed are rebellion. And the pub falcon was being looked for parked in front of everycyber bar across the net so it really ****** cause capt Gonzo was really thirsty. We had taken refuge on endor for awhile untill thoose fury bastards got pissed over a simple misunderstanding they sure were some horney little teddy bears . In thinking over were to hide there was mention of eurainus to which I replied. Get your mind outta the gutter man. you just said eurainus. Cp bathsebo and R2 Swanson said s0mething to which I jokingly replied hush the men are talking once wasnt to smart. Ever been kick to the grown by a steel high heel shoe hopefully the numbness will wear off. Master golden had taught me much but that was many drinks ago. How am i supposed to remember that far back yesterday was a blur. So **** it lets kick his *** already jack skyhorner said. Darth Elliot was mighty the battle was hell. I would have joined in but someone had to rob the liqour cabinet besides Honzo Gonzo a bit of a hangover. As the stormtroppers aproached screamed like a 13 year old girl and ran to fire up the pub falcon. As the others said what about jack I said im sorry but he's gone it was brutle i took out as many as could. But Jack would want us to move on. Just then Jack appeared and said nice scream gonz. We blasted across the gallaxy with no direction cause ya know how guys are about asking for directions. Fully stocked and and reloaded so to speak. Drath Elliot was amighty foe. But no match for the outcast girly screaming Capt Gonzo

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I have travelled, many a weary step, so long, and for so long with baited breath, ANXIOUS ready to be relieved of the responsibilities of life craving freedom from calamity and strife frantic and frenzied as though at some point i might find the answer to an oft ignored question i look up at the stars, as they look down at me and bask in the glory of the past and present's symmetry because there are so many of us... all bound to humanity now passed through the flame of mortality the "others" the ones who have asked themselves why they're here the intellectuals warriors who have no need for fear when they look into the veil of death and sense the first vibrations on the pulse of life when i used to dip my pen into the ink, metaphorically, because my computer helps me to think i used to doubt engaging in the process of creation it used to enrage my self serving denomination the sensation of never quite being able to express yourself as fluidly as option b or the devilry that comes from hiding yourself within the layers of flesh referred to as anatomy i use to cower by act three, run from the stage before the audience saw through me, never receiving my final bow but now i realize, that at the core of my existence imbedded in my instincts is the ability of my creator.... and I'm a fan so now when i dip my pen to the paper I'm a masked crusader cool, liek darth vader and i aint never going back to that tired dusty beaten track refered to, in passing, as memory lane

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Sep 2, 2014

Sep 2, 2014 at 2:03 PM UTC

I have travelled, many a weary step, so long, and for so long with baited breath, ANXIOUS ready to be relieved of the responsibilities of life craving freedom from calamity and strife frantic and frenzied as though at some point i might find the answer to an oft ignored question i look up at the stars, as they look down at me and bask in the glory of the past and present's symmetry because there are so many of us... all bound to humanity now passed through the flame of mortality the "others" the ones who have asked themselves why they're here the intellectuals warriors who have no need for fear when they look into the veil of death and sense the first vibrations on the pulse of life when i used to dip my pen into the ink, metaphorically, because my computer helps me to think i used to doubt engaging in the process of creation it used to enrage my self serving denomination the sensation of never quite being able to express yourself as fluidly as option b or the devilry that comes from hiding yourself within the layers of flesh referred to as anatomy i use to cower by act three, run from the stage before the audience saw through me, never receiving my final bow but now i realize, that at the core of my existence imbedded in my instincts is the ability of my creator.... and I'm a fan so now when i dip my pen to the paper I'm a masked crusader cool, liek darth vader and i aint never going back to that tired dusty beaten track refered to, in passing, as memory lane

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The names I would give if I had 26 sons. Abel Benjamin Conway Darth Evan (After my nephew) Fabian Garth Hollis (My dad) Joey (My brother) Isaac (My grandfather) Kent Lemuel Matthew Nathaniel Othniel Paul Quinton Richard (My middle name) Sandage (My grandmother’s maiden name) Terry (My name) Uzziah Val William (My great grandfather) X (One of my favorite wrestlers was Doctor X) Yale Zacchaeus

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Oct 2, 2015

Oct 2, 2015 at 12:47 AM UTC

If I Had 26 Sons (ABC)

The names I would give if I had 26 sons. Abel Benjamin Conway Darth Evan (After my nephew) Fabian Garth Hollis (My dad) Joey (My brother) Isaac (My grandfather) Kent Lemuel Matthew Nathaniel Othniel Paul Quinton Richard (My middle name) Sandage (My grandmother’s maiden name) Terry (My name) Uzziah Val William (My great grandfather) X (One of my favorite wrestlers was Doctor X) Yale Zacchaeus

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vague games enable and our liturgies co-mingle in an inkling of the I. your mind succumbs to the soul. the rabid rain is ironic and the font you spell ' god ' with is all scrawl and scrumptious. you lump this dream into your dolphin of Delphi and squeak cute symphonies of deep brood. you choose your Oblivion. and that's how Angels kiss. they force the Word through your Animus and greet your weakness with squinty eyes and Lion's breath. you're the next best thing since that one thing that had no soul for god to play with. it never complained. you might look and you might not see what you're not supposed too. but i know you'll be happy with lemon-drops and long dark naps. that's how we do, like a crispy pillow is a cloud with a lobotomy and all my barbed wire is wine. Like i'm the king of unbearable sublime. you anoint the fallen. i spike the punch, judy. you sunshine. eulogies wet the pavement. darth mauls the halls of our peril and the dry sparrows you had no love but you had a thing that went thump when you met her. and some other cocka-mamy thing. and your narrow view of the wide ha ha and the mute " **** this " and why not? we're all caught in the same frame and the gorgons are massive. you have to elect a hero to laugh at Death with and might get a girl. you're nothing at all and that infuriates the reality you were dreamt with. you have no kin, but your family hasn't been.... you were unhinged from the stark grim and the tide pool. why do you think i say things that ain't been language but has always been lingua nova ? why would i lie ? this is the scepter of the vengeful design and the glee demons of first love sipping from a chalice of lost love with closed eyes. this is the pier and the ocean. the dime store Picasso hanging the velvet Elvis with the perfect circles with the little cube inside... aching for flamingos. or not.

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Jun 23, 2013

Jun 23, 2013 at 8:09 AM UTC

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Like A Crispy Pillow Is A Cloud With A Lobotomy

vague games enable and our liturgies co-mingle in an inkling of the I. your mind succumbs to the soul. the rabid rain is ironic and the font you spell ' god ' with is all scrawl and scrumptious. you lump this dream into your dolphin of Delphi and squeak cute symphonies of deep brood. you choose your Oblivion. and that's how Angels kiss. they force the Word through your Animus and greet your weakness with squinty eyes and Lion's breath. you're the next best thing since that one thing that had no soul for god to play with. it never complained. you might look and you might not see what you're not supposed too. but i know you'll be happy with lemon-drops and long dark naps. that's how we do, like a crispy pillow is a cloud with a lobotomy and all my barbed wire is wine. Like i'm the king of unbearable sublime. you anoint the fallen. i spike the punch, judy. you sunshine. eulogies wet the pavement. darth mauls the halls of our peril and the dry sparrows you had no love but you had a thing that went thump when you met her. and some other cocka-mamy thing. and your narrow view of the wide ha ha and the mute " **** this " and why not? we're all caught in the same frame and the gorgons are massive. you have to elect a hero to laugh at Death with and might get a girl. you're nothing at all and that infuriates the reality you were dreamt with. you have no kin, but your family hasn't been.... you were unhinged from the stark grim and the tide pool. why do you think i say things that ain't been language but has always been lingua nova ? why would i lie ? this is the scepter of the vengeful design and the glee demons of first love sipping from a chalice of lost love with closed eyes. this is the pier and the ocean. the dime store Picasso hanging the velvet Elvis with the perfect circles with the little cube inside... aching for flamingos. or not.

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Every day as the sun rose the sand sparkled like broken glass and salt The ocean saw how the sand sparkled and collapsed on top of it A steady hush and hiss with every attempt No one ever wondered why the ocean sounded like that Like a fatigued Darth Vader The ocean was sick The ocean felt lonely It is hard to have a body that big to ever feel full One day people came to swim They did not swim like the animals did The animals swam naturally No one ever notices the way their own blood pumps inside their veins so much that they are happy being alive The people splashed awkward Stood sometimes letting their toes graze the sea floor This made the sea happy But the people who were not of the sea grew tired and started for the sand The sea became upset that they were leaving and created a wave so big it pulled the people back inside of it A crash that sounded like lung cancer A heave skipping the heart a beat One that begs for any kind of breath The ocean felt the people splashing hard Fighting for land It felt good Eventually They slowed Gave up And drowned The ocean was lonely again It calmly wheezed at the shiny sand

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Oct 31, 2012

Oct 31, 2012 at 2:57 PM UTC

A Fable Ending in the Sound of the Ocean

Every day as the sun rose the sand sparkled like broken glass and salt The ocean saw how the sand sparkled and collapsed on top of it A steady hush and hiss with every attempt No one ever wondered why the ocean sounded like that Like a fatigued Darth Vader The ocean was sick The ocean felt lonely It is hard to have a body that big to ever feel full One day people came to swim They did not swim like the animals did The animals swam naturally No one ever notices the way their own blood pumps inside their veins so much that they are happy being alive The people splashed awkward Stood sometimes letting their toes graze the sea floor This made the sea happy But the people who were not of the sea grew tired and started for the sand The sea became upset that they were leaving and created a wave so big it pulled the people back inside of it A crash that sounded like lung cancer A heave skipping the heart a beat One that begs for any kind of breath The ocean felt the people splashing hard Fighting for land It felt good Eventually They slowed Gave up And drowned The ocean was lonely again It calmly wheezed at the shiny sand

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i believe that there lives a counterpart of me in Spain and in France - equally critical - not me per se, but two individuals to compensate my efforts in England, Eastern European, hell-bent to overtax the happy meal and frozen foods for "the busy lives of 21st century love-e-dub-e's; a seance of unification might be far away mind you; they say they cite the Bible as if it were an Encyclopaedia - you reared the African as subhuman, you think, that other European nations will succumb to the African systematisation necessary for integration? you actually think i'll abandon my mother tongue to engross myself in your filthy history and sing god save our queen like a kindergarten sing-along readying myself for Oompa-Loompas? oh i'm sure that's just due to your genetic makeshift tents on the steppes of Mongolia; any news from Mongolia? none. any news from Kazakhstan? none; except irony... or the great Tao principle: forget the world and let the world forget you; i'm not too eager on the Heidegger octopus either having to be in the world and care for it - or at least tax my existence with a concern for it. but of course it's like an inbreeding principle: little Britain meets the Empire, Darth Asthmatic... coo khhh... coo khhh... H vocalised is the best painting of ancient static in televisions, motivational ashes lost with digitalisation, the kaleidoscope of flies and 8-eye spiders hacking the flight with spider-web geometrics... prolong the first two letters of the word Khan... and i'm sure you'll genealogically stress the origin of Pakistan as being in Mongolia.

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Jun 8, 2016

Jun 8, 2016 at 7:40 PM UTC

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bile of regrets

i believe that there lives a counterpart of me in Spain and in France - equally critical - not me per se, but two individuals to compensate my efforts in England, Eastern European, hell-bent to overtax the happy meal and frozen foods for "the busy lives of 21st century love-e-dub-e's; a seance of unification might be far away mind you; they say they cite the Bible as if it were an Encyclopaedia - you reared the African as subhuman, you think, that other European nations will succumb to the African systematisation necessary for integration? you actually think i'll abandon my mother tongue to engross myself in your filthy history and sing god save our queen like a kindergarten sing-along readying myself for Oompa-Loompas? oh i'm sure that's just due to your genetic makeshift tents on the steppes of Mongolia; any news from Mongolia? none. any news from Kazakhstan? none; except irony... or the great Tao principle: forget the world and let the world forget you; i'm not too eager on the Heidegger octopus either having to be in the world and care for it - or at least tax my existence with a concern for it. but of course it's like an inbreeding principle: little Britain meets the Empire, Darth Asthmatic... coo khhh... coo khhh... H vocalised is the best painting of ancient static in televisions, motivational ashes lost with digitalisation, the kaleidoscope of flies and 8-eye spiders hacking the flight with spider-web geometrics... prolong the first two letters of the word Khan... and i'm sure you'll genealogically stress the origin of Pakistan as being in Mongolia.

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I am so nasty people stand aghast I am so bad you feel a draft on a summers day murderous glances pave the way I am sick, I am ill babe with every hero it’s a battle of wills I am so abrasive I am like invasive surgery I am so evil I burn bibles and call it purgatory the devil herself could learn from me I want pounds of flesh so burn with me I am deathly shade stalking the sun I am the nightmare in the night you run I am evil I told you to die but chances are you’re petrified I am so dishevelled I make Darth Sidious look sprightly Sith Lords can’t fight me With just one flick of my fingers death lingers I am psychologically deranged so psychopathically strange you wondered if I was ever sane I just got back from Frankenstein’s lab I killed the hulk yes I am that strong and bad I framed Sherlock Holmes and made him into an ****** addict cause all my plays our that strategic I even cheat death in fact I own Azrael’s blade I am villain the one you crave.

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Dec 20, 2022

Dec 20, 2022 at 5:59 AM UTC

I am so nasty people stand aghast I am so bad you feel a draft on a summers day murderous glances pave the way I am sick, I am ill babe with every hero it’s a battle of wills I am so abrasive I am like invasive surgery I am so evil I burn bibles and call it purgatory the devil herself could learn from me I want pounds of flesh so burn with me I am deathly shade stalking the sun I am the nightmare in the night you run I am evil I told you to die but chances are you’re petrified I am so dishevelled I make Darth Sidious look sprightly Sith Lords can’t fight me With just one flick of my fingers death lingers I am psychologically deranged so psychopathically strange you wondered if I was ever sane I just got back from Frankenstein’s lab I killed the hulk yes I am that strong and bad I framed Sherlock Holmes and made him into an ****** addict cause all my plays our that strategic I even cheat death in fact I own Azrael’s blade I am villain the one you crave.

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