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Johnny Noiπ Nov 2018
English Language Learners
Definition of stripper: a performer
who removes his or her clothing
in a sexually exciting way: a
dancer who does a striptease: a tool
that you use to remove something
such as paint from a surface: a liquid
chemical that you use to remove
something such as paint from
a surface. A stripper or exotic dancer
is a person whose occupation involves
performing striptease in a public adult
entertainment venue such as a *******.
At times, a stripper may be hired
to perform at bachelor parties or other
private event. Related jobs: **** modeling,
******* Names: exotic dancer, ******
dancer, go-go dancer, dancer; Fields of
employment: adult entertainment Activity
sectors: strip clubs, exhibitions, festivals,
competitions, busking; Occupation types:
Performing Arts, *** industry

Anodyne 1. Not likely to provoke
dissent or offense; inoffensive,
often deliberately so. "anodyne
New Age music"  noun: anodyne;
plural noun: anodynes 1. Any
painkilling drug or medicine.
Mid 16th century:  via Latin from
Greek anōdunos ‘painless,’ 1.
from an- ‘without’ + odunē ‘pain.’

For me, gardens and colors in the abstract,
the politics and the dense cloud of the language | ||
and the strips of equipment of the school
of Analgesic to tear the **** and the rest
of the city, stop smoking against the weapon,
waiting for the law to be fulfilled. A fool
is sacred, it is red when a dog sleeps, in the gloomy
metal with the type of water for the first time.
Attention is drawn to the fact that, in the case
of a man or woman who is a member of the
European Parliament; he or she is born in a place
other than a minor, To the muffins of the flesh.
and the winds are in on the promotion of moisture,
the cleansing of the skin and the breaths,
and the science that only works on one planet.
The first time the PA version was requested,
the sea led to the bay of the ******
from the edge of the mind. By the fifth time,
waiting for yellow. I'm not sure what to do with
it; it's a good idea to have it,  but it's a teenager,
who likes environments, and that's what you
need to know. Even the garden when following
her is not obvious in the depth of color
until the genital lips become a world for me;
gardens and colors in mind, and in the abstract,
cops and a thick cloud of language and a stripper
kind of painkilling, a lever to change the world;
for the garden and the colors are in a sense  apart
from the cops' fragrance of the tongue; a stripper
kind of painkiller, pain hatches **** and the rest
of the city, I will leave him that pisseth
against the gun to wait for the law enforcement
of the fool that is a holy one, it is red, when he ||
is sleeping with the dog in the shadow of the metal
with a salty scarf of the kind of seawater to
carry on our care first; the spirit of the love ||||
of the leaves of a guide to all the clinicals and washes:
and I, 1, putting on makeup of the eyes,
and pain
as well as the origin of the woman,
nor a bad thing, Laura is the the thief of the world's
death both in the flesh and the wind's edge;
like unto slow moisture propagation,
cleared of the skin
and breath, and the worst is the science
of working on a healthy planet, wi-fi is the first
to ask for the PA version's subarbor driven
into captivity's trick by the poverty of the mind,
to yourselves, for the fifth time, wait for the yellow
flames, or be hurt, as long as my kindred,
unless he has fallen asleep with the dog,
and goes through the darkness and does not fly,
the lore now clear, the teenager sending stones
and dirt away from them, this is the world;
that has to go into the garden and following it
is it not evident than in the depth of color
on the lips of the genital lips; for me
gardens and colors in mind are abstract,
cops and a thick cloud of language and
a stripper kind of painstaking leveling of the changing
the world
for the garden and the colors in a sense but in addition
to the bass flavor of the bass tongue stripper;
kind painkiller in pain tearing at her *****
and the rest of the city,
I will leave him whispering against the gun
waiting for law enforcement; a fool is sacred,
it is red where the dog sleeps, the metal shadow
with salt of the type of water for n we bring
first our care, the spirit of the love of the leaves
of a guide to all the clinics and washing:
I too,     I put on the makeup of the eyes,
and the pain and the origin of the woman,
nor is it a bad thing, like the thief in his death world
at the edge of the flesh and the winds slow spread
of moisture cleansed by the skin and breathing,
and the worse the science is by working
on a healthy planet,  it will be the first to demand
the version of the PA that is led to trick trick t
the poverty of mind
for for the fifth time, wait for the yellow flames,
or be hurt, as long as my relative if he has slept
with the dog got through the dark
by not flying, he is now clearly a teenager
sending stones and dirt away from them;
this is the world that has to go down
to the garden and get buried although
it is not apparent from the depth
of the rosy color of the pink genitals lips.

Denudation is an erosive process of breaking
and removing the rocks from the surface
of the earth. It is the wearing away
of the terrestrial land by weathering, erosion,
moving water, ice waves. Denudation is the
result of two main processes, Endogenous
and exogenous. In geology, denudation involves
the processes that cause the wearing away
of the Earth's surface by moving water, by ice,
by wind and by waves, leading to a reduction
in elevation and in relief, land forms
and landscapes. Medical Definition
of denudation: the act or process of removing
surface layers as of skin or an outer covering
as of myelin also: the condition that results
from this. In medicine denudation refers
to the loss of surface layers, such as the
epithelium. Denudation coupled with pealing
and cracking of skin gives rise to "crazy pavement
dermatosis" pattern seen in Kwashiorkor
or Kwashiorkor-Marasmus complex.
SassyJ Mar 2016
The forested breeze blew eastwards. On each swing of the wind, the birds flew and fluttered. Each of their wings swaying to find a harmonious balance. The sweet melody of ethnic hymns from the native village rose above the trees. The sequenced output with equalised acapella became an anthem that ruled the forests.The gravelled path structured it's way between the trees right to the heart of the village.

The village elder sat outside the middle hut. His hut stood out from those encircling it. Humbled in stature but yet symbolically decorated with colourful redness of the roses. The beautiful scented ambience rose to fuel the air within and around. The door of the hut was formatted with sculptured inscriptions that had a covert meaning. A story line about the long historic lineage of leaders. The entrance of the doorway was guarded by two warriors. Each of them had a shield and spear, alert and portraying courage. Their bodies were bare ready to attack the enemy, their groins fully formed and covered with *****. The sight of the hut itself was magnificent...... it's aura radiant with an embodiment of hereditary and hierarchical authority.

As the village chief watched the birds sway and whistle, he sat on his antique stool. In the openness of the nature he appeared puzzled. As he shrugged his symbolic leopard hide on his back.... it swung side to side. Still in situ, but there was something about it's presence that nagged him. He touched it and then speedily moved his hand from it. He then raised his voice. "Amita!"

His voice echoed and roared penetrating all the homesteads. By the time the volume of the echo subsided he called out again "Amita, Amita, Amita!"

Amita came running and knelt at the feet of the Chief. She replied "Yes Chief Hashi. I am here for your service Sir!"

Amita was a 21 year old girl. She was wearing a straw skirt. Her arm was tattooed with a prominent artistic representation of a snake swinging from the tree. The shades of the red snake pictured on the hues of the green tree. This symbolised that she was a servant and lived at the Chief's Quarters. Amita had sacrificed her life as her lineage did to serve the Chief and his household. A dedication of servanthood to the Chief and him alone.

Amita bowed as she knelt, her bare ***** ***** and shadowing the Chief's feet. The chief looked at Amita as if hyptonised by the touch of her *******. He glared at her beauty, the outstanding womanhood she poised. After a long pose of silence the Chief responded, " Amita, can you fix my hide ensuring that it's attachments are secure"

There was a level of vulnerability that the chief showed Amita. He appeared to be humble, a denudation of authority, that very call of submission. There was evidently a reciprocal of roles as Amita raised her eyes from the ground to face the Chief. As their eyes met the Chief hastily paused and froze as if speechless. As he gathered his senses he was firmly able to look at Amita and said, " Can you join me inside my hut please?"

Amita remained kneeling as the Chief stood up from his stool. Chief Hashi steadily walked to the doorway of his hut. Pace after pace, stroll after stroll. As he walked by the doorway the warriors raised their spears to his presence. He was proudly ushered to his exquisite residence. He then  faced the warriors and asked them to leave guard. Chief Hashi requested, "Can you come back after two hours." As the guards walked away the Chief in his freedom danced around, hysterically moving his hands multi-directionally.

Chief Hashi opened the window to his hut. This was adjacent to where Amita was kneeling. In his vulnerability he whispered, "My child Amita, get up and join me inside my hut. The door is open and ajar.... always for you my queen."

Amita stood up from the kneeling position and run her way into Chief Hashi hut.
Inspired by
Mafikizolo ft Uhuru (Khona)..... Come and see that place....I don't know the full meaning of the song but love the vibe of it.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yhk52GlkhVA
Laura Guzman Mar 2012
Covers
deliquesce
-rendered to liquid by
Suns setting rays
Wicked fevered winds
desiccate
smoldered and molten
Remains
Enticed by timid
denudation
sinless famished hands
Claw and wrench
in brine
and moonlight
they bathe
they flicker
beneath
the *Indian summer night.
amal Oct 2020
I carry others my tragedy
Peg to escape from the truth ..
God and human beings ..
And when I realize that God is a word
Human beings are a word too ..
I clean my mind ... and I penetrate inside my self  ...
To re-stuff myself
by the guidance of the truth
that I am A word too ..
Prevost Jul 2020
they stand bold
against the bold
neither the subject of either
this ballet reaches within
each wave a grating caress
moving the unmovable
the increments
in a quantity that thwarts perception

had those waves
ever touched them before
are they lovers
each longing to return
touching what they once were
are we not all
old lovers  

as they rise against
and above
some quantity of breath
is drawn
what pulls from within
the eye tethered to the soul
the majesty
watching time unfold
Danny Oct 2019
We could kindle the twigs and the fallen leaves
Dry as a dead dingo's donger
And make a fire which burns for a while
But betimes would flicker and out it goes sooner or later

We could even build a house skillfully like the cassican
Sight to a sore eyes on completion
A beautiful paradise and definitely talk of the town
But talks are like baby fat they always disappear

We could write in the sand as we stand on the shore
The tale of our union but the tides will come
Or even inscribe on a rock the symbol of our love
There for years until denudation knocks

So I think it's better if we dig the ground
Not to keep the dead but to grow a life
As we sow a seed which grows for life
Come the seasons under the sun

A saviour on a sunny day
With nectariferous flowers bearing fruit with seeds
A zoar for birds and other figures of life
Green that adds to the already colourful work of art

Come let's plant a tree today on the spot
Where our hearts melted like iron in a furnace
As the smith forges what he pleases
Where we met after days spent following the treasure trail

Where we first kissed and nothing else mattered
But the wrestle of two lit tongues
Right where love found us and we found love
The clouds bearing witness

Though a howling gale may rise
Bring it down like the leaves in autumn
But there's always a contingency plan
Seeds that will sprout in spring
Johnny Noiπ Nov 2018
some care or molds carrier in the Sacramento_
holy carrier med PICTURE mounted strippers
Khatami; Add ***** Strawberries Cops matter;
Braccagni equipment wait, Wrong Sarah started
to curry empty silver Jack Patel's income floor
planet prodigy Betina ***** showers into leaving
high smelled the Conference has written a new
Morse parties began to be drunk the wet my find
for gobs white gun buy denudation ***** stupid
gypsy area of ​​the Movement of the Heart and
humanistic ***** solution car sacred smoke
buried corner again to leave the married lady,
paints Michael Montano, strippers referee has no
pictures to three months tongue. Intuit cut the film
to meet the Ardent Witch Since Genoa finished
the hole sevenfold cold. Top number ***** loved
**** flash point; Laura's ghost shadows safety
in abstraction, de origine M. Duxiu guy, that yellow
flames and thin lady Cops; That in discussing
the matter with you eating Maude, Town's Eureka,
Georgia and ******* certainly in pieces enforcement
makeup women die giving guys handles simple
rewards that make up a dead zone of talking. ||
Satsih Verma Oct 2016
Yes it is descriptive only,
the unbearable pain of denudation,
like blue heartache.

Touching the extremes, you
become desperate to―
reach the first letter.

The word will form later.
The virtue of knowing―
the unknown was a punishment,
you cannot untie the knots.

You must know the trick of―
the trade. How to come back
alive after touching the skin
of a viper?

No celebration to mark―
the anniversary of the assassin.
Life itself takes the award.

— The End —