"deplorably" poems - Hello Poetry

I live for pleasure And it bores me. Out of measure, I live deplorably. In all frankness, I always tell lies. Reality is a mess I lately despise. Why not let go? Why not fritter away? Because I may never grow Lest I see the end of the day.

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May 24, 2019

May 24, 2019 at 2:27 PM UTC

Malachite

Pressure Vessel

I live for pleasure And it bores me. Out of measure, I live deplorably. In all frankness, I always tell lies. Reality is a mess I lately despise. Why not let go? Why not fritter away? Because I may never grow Lest I see the end of the day.

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Its nefarious arrogance, that's scaring grandparents, but its in the air and I'm airing it, as we are seeing all the signs, but just staring at them. Somehow there is safety as an arian, where we are safely alien to Americans made in sapient sanitariums, shooting you first for glaring at em. So what if i'm Dolling up my delirium for a serum to cure them all. I am awol, from my call to duty, recreating movies, for serial groupies, suiting up to slither a delivery of a soothing sour piece. I am stalling to clean the secretions from hostel sheets from the screamers being eaten, by Cretans, with beaten dogs at bay, staring blank at the fanfare from a cage. Im burning white sage, under pages of poetry anointed by a stoical spleen, tuning out the dreams, of lesser beings, until complete. A zoo within a zoo within a zoo, i barely know you now Barely know how, to know you as a model citizen with baller trimmins, fixins, and a life with others wives, in the rough diamonds of the bluff, before the door opens just enough, to look through and confirm what you already knew. Love is the stuff dreams are made of. And through you.. Im through. Pleading, to seed the need for repentance and with reduced sentences, bleeding the demands on stances of chance, in costly cants. I am convulsing in the congruence, in which I am influenced, by my afflictions of depictions in my head I might be addicted to the dread of previously said decor, in my adorable horror show afloat, deplorably denoting the nopes of logic, and the slippery slopes of khangi, that spring off me when i'm coughing on my green tea. You are wrong to stop me in my dislogic, dodging the narcotic mocking of toxic strong arming, in proxy alarms, setting barns ablaze. I praise the poetry pushed on me, dauntingly haunting me with savant like ambiance, from the have nots, having things as far as the eyes can see.

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Dec 26, 2012

Dec 26, 2012 at 12:51 AM UTC

Mikhael

Wordly Disconcern

Its nefarious arrogance, that's scaring grandparents, but its in the air and I'm airing it, as we are seeing all the signs, but just staring at them. Somehow there is safety as an arian, where we are safely alien to Americans made in sapient sanitariums, shooting you first for glaring at em. So what if i'm Dolling up my delirium for a serum to cure them all. I am awol, from my call to duty, recreating movies, for serial groupies, suiting up to slither a delivery of a soothing sour piece. I am stalling to clean the secretions from hostel sheets from the screamers being eaten, by Cretans, with beaten dogs at bay, staring blank at the fanfare from a cage. Im burning white sage, under pages of poetry anointed by a stoical spleen, tuning out the dreams, of lesser beings, until complete. A zoo within a zoo within a zoo, i barely know you now Barely know how, to know you as a model citizen with baller trimmins, fixins, and a life with others wives, in the rough diamonds of the bluff, before the door opens just enough, to look through and confirm what you already knew. Love is the stuff dreams are made of. And through you.. Im through. Pleading, to seed the need for repentance and with reduced sentences, bleeding the demands on stances of chance, in costly cants. I am convulsing in the congruence, in which I am influenced, by my afflictions of depictions in my head I might be addicted to the dread of previously said decor, in my adorable horror show afloat, deplorably denoting the nopes of logic, and the slippery slopes of khangi, that spring off me when i'm coughing on my green tea. You are wrong to stop me in my dislogic, dodging the narcotic mocking of toxic strong arming, in proxy alarms, setting barns ablaze. I praise the poetry pushed on me, dauntingly haunting me with savant like ambiance, from the have nots, having things as far as the eyes can see.

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Since the election Beloved I've been deplorably depressed my heart has lept into a starless river of tears and is swept away I've seen you passing through my dreams, Swami a shadow robed in raven black Dearest Lord Your Name is still alive on my lips although I clutch a rosary of onyx pearls And Pray..... Thy Will Be Done When will Your bride adorned in summer jasmine blush the golden pink cattleya orchid hues of dawn And dance with You, oblivious across Heaven's sapphire august dome

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Nov 20, 2016

Nov 20, 2016 at 7:30 PM UTC

sonya-ki-tomlinson

Sitting Shiva

Since the election Beloved I've been deplorably depressed my heart has lept into a starless river of tears and is swept away I've seen you passing through my dreams, Swami a shadow robed in raven black Dearest Lord Your Name is still alive on my lips although I clutch a rosary of onyx pearls And Pray..... Thy Will Be Done When will Your bride adorned in summer jasmine blush the golden pink cattleya orchid hues of dawn And dance with You, oblivious across Heaven's sapphire august dome

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“I love you” Echoes off vacant walls. She tried waiting for the perfect moment, To permit the sacred words to fall. She undoubtedly believed they had ample time. If only she knew tragic fate would befall. He’s bleeding out too fast to stop. “I love…. “ begins to squirm and crawl, As her lover’s heart deplorably stalls.

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Mar 2, 2016

Mar 2, 2016 at 4:45 PM UTC

ree-bunch

Imperfect Time

“I love you” Echoes off vacant walls. She tried waiting for the perfect moment, To permit the sacred words to fall. She undoubtedly believed they had ample time. If only she knew tragic fate would befall. He’s bleeding out too fast to stop. “I love…. “ begins to squirm and crawl, As her lover’s heart deplorably stalls.

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He wrote upon the walls, in the abandoned halls, of his misfitting ways. Wayward were his days, of poetry, motioned in the passionate oceans, in which he played, the songs of his state in grace. Alone and zoned for a beautiful place, in candle lit eloquence he commenced, in subtle hints, of tomorrow. Deplorably adorable, he swallowed the sorrow, of the pity of a horrible city of broken wit. Smoking from his eyes, he politely denied, the open spaces and spotlights, in the flickering pieces of his soul thesis, scrawled in black felt, from a disharmonious whelp of feel bads. Misguided and still glided onto the path, with his hand out, he shouts aloud, lashing out, to pull the weak in, to see the sun again, as it shone through the broken window upon his heart, departing from him, the dark that killed him.

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Sep 17, 2012

Sep 17, 2012 at 1:36 AM UTC

Mikhael

~Hallowalls~

He wrote upon the walls, in the abandoned halls, of his misfitting ways. Wayward were his days, of poetry, motioned in the passionate oceans, in which he played, the songs of his state in grace. Alone and zoned for a beautiful place, in candle lit eloquence he commenced, in subtle hints, of tomorrow. Deplorably adorable, he swallowed the sorrow, of the pity of a horrible city of broken wit. Smoking from his eyes, he politely denied, the open spaces and spotlights, in the flickering pieces of his soul thesis, scrawled in black felt, from a disharmonious whelp of feel bads. Misguided and still glided onto the path, with his hand out, he shouts aloud, lashing out, to pull the weak in, to see the sun again, as it shone through the broken window upon his heart, departing from him, the dark that killed him.

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Inhospitable landscapes And opioid canapés, Give into grief And metallic decay: Your mind in situ. Moral compasses compounded. Green grows grey Far swifter than you think. In the blink of an eye We'll see different skies. A pale blue bloom Will soon become doom and gloom, And marigolds macabre, Perfume of tulip and Netherworlds of hubris, Will consume the gold And the grey. Except We're not there yet. Giacommetti, Picasso and Muller foresaw: We're all going to be ignored. Ultimately. A single state engrained into lore: Deplorably thick custard creams With a side of sea bream, Quarter-loaf multi-seed bread And half a shilling in the shed. Unimaginable- Immemorial. Pass the headstone, Don the frown. The bright brown obelisk of fate Awaits you now.

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Jun 5, 2018

Jun 5, 2018 at 8:45 PM UTC

Michael-Benjamin-Walker

The Bright, Brown Obelisk

Inhospitable landscapes And opioid canapés, Give into grief And metallic decay: Your mind in situ. Moral compasses compounded. Green grows grey Far swifter than you think. In the blink of an eye We'll see different skies. A pale blue bloom Will soon become doom and gloom, And marigolds macabre, Perfume of tulip and Netherworlds of hubris, Will consume the gold And the grey. Except We're not there yet. Giacommetti, Picasso and Muller foresaw: We're all going to be ignored. Ultimately. A single state engrained into lore: Deplorably thick custard creams With a side of sea bream, Quarter-loaf multi-seed bread And half a shilling in the shed. Unimaginable- Immemorial. Pass the headstone, Don the frown. The bright brown obelisk of fate Awaits you now.

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Turn left, you go far; turn right, you don’t. Yet, deplorably, not knowing, and qualms and fears, and reasons known and unknown, and causes known and unknown: life, so full of choices, becomes random and choice-less. The breeze blows, leaf flees from fruit, falls on flowing river, and finds its way forward. Life, so simple; or possibly not.

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May 5, 2012

May 5, 2012 at 4:32 PM UTC

a-de-carvalho

Leaf flees from fruit

Turn left, you go far; turn right, you don’t. Yet, deplorably, not knowing, and qualms and fears, and reasons known and unknown, and causes known and unknown: life, so full of choices, becomes random and choice-less. The breeze blows, leaf flees from fruit, falls on flowing river, and finds its way forward. Life, so simple; or possibly not.

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Medicine would bar Her inside where She could die unto me While her bra that was too loose Only craft her final wish of me That our writ merely circle of platitude While shame deplorably bout sin And our rampant leader ran amuck. While he isn't grandiose thinking Only to solve problems Heretofore unrecognizable Please don her leader Today whom is not yet there A bill always trump card.

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Jul 30, 2016

Jul 30, 2016 at 8:42 AM UTC

poetman

Doom

Medicine would bar Her inside where She could die unto me While her bra that was too loose Only craft her final wish of me That our writ merely circle of platitude While shame deplorably bout sin And our rampant leader ran amuck. While he isn't grandiose thinking Only to solve problems Heretofore unrecognizable Please don her leader Today whom is not yet there A bill always trump card.

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I’m smiling fictitiously, feigning functionality, I battle growing apathy, due to your incessant irrationality. Spewing hate filled bigotry, by angrily insulting me is no longer satisfactory, i've been growing rather weary of your paltry ****** misery. You act like you’re a victim, when you’re actually vindictive, yet everyone still beckons, to your pretentious petty whims. Your consistent conniptions are causing great friction, you’re a deplorably toxic affliction that your friends have to endure. You don’t seek a cure, ignore the people who care, and never mature, but sure. We are what’s wrong. Affecting everyone around you with your irritating ignorance, not noticing the damage that you make your friends experience. By acting solely on your selfishness, you’re becoming quite a hindrance. Replace this self-annihilation with rehabilitation. You’re always seeking affirmation but go about it the wrong way, keep up this desolation and then no one’s going to stay for you. Because with enough persistent pressure, the strongest rock will become weathered, the bonds you’ve made will start to sever, you’re going to lose your friends forever.

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May 22, 2015

May 22, 2015 at 12:26 AM UTC

metere

Rehabilitation

I’m smiling fictitiously, feigning functionality, I battle growing apathy, due to your incessant irrationality. Spewing hate filled bigotry, by angrily insulting me is no longer satisfactory, i've been growing rather weary of your paltry ****** misery. You act like you’re a victim, when you’re actually vindictive, yet everyone still beckons, to your pretentious petty whims. Your consistent conniptions are causing great friction, you’re a deplorably toxic affliction that your friends have to endure. You don’t seek a cure, ignore the people who care, and never mature, but sure. We are what’s wrong. Affecting everyone around you with your irritating ignorance, not noticing the damage that you make your friends experience. By acting solely on your selfishness, you’re becoming quite a hindrance. Replace this self-annihilation with rehabilitation. You’re always seeking affirmation but go about it the wrong way, keep up this desolation and then no one’s going to stay for you. Because with enough persistent pressure, the strongest rock will become weathered, the bonds you’ve made will start to sever, you’re going to lose your friends forever.

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If I could save even one person, maybe I would speak. 、、、、 Her flesh wrapped around her like kudzu on a tree, parasitically engaged in what others yearned for. If you can't rely on blood, who do you have left? So I stayed. Because no one would come near. How kind she was. How gracious and loving and loved. 、、、、 Her skin became cold. The very ***** dedicated to masking her advanced structure became like a marble slab left in the snow. That flesh that cradled her meaningless meanings hardened like the exoskeletons she imitated. She was an insect through and through. 、、、、 And even if cold was the absence of heat, the left-behind contraband someone else came to cherish, she emanated the very invasion that enveloped her. She radiated her icy salvation. 、、、、 And so when the time came that I was able to touch her... When it was upon my own flesh I would feel what she refused to feel, she grasped onto me. As if she longed to drag me into her abyss with one last throe, one last labor of love for her blood. 、、、、 My fingers never fell off, but I was frost bitten. My organs never failed, but I was shredded apart by the sting of the sobbing wind. 、、、、 I didn't become her marble carcass like I should have. 、、、、 She didn't take me with her. I couldn't save her anymore. Not even if I had devoted my life to doing so. Never again. She left me behind, and I was cold too. 、、、、 My skin is not chilled to the touch. My muscles are not the remnants of a frozen cicada shell. My skeleton is not made of the icicles left to melt in the sun's triumph. My tendons ache in the wake of an ancient breeze that blew by far too late. 、、、、 I am not a slab of cold marble. 、、、、 I am a starkly darkened visage to behold and not be held, forever turning over and over, never ceasing and always yearning for that which never was, and that which will never be. I was only for their sake. Never mine, even if I pretended. 、、、、 This endless daydream that expands before and behind me, that twists in tendrils that are deplorably mine and soak in the oily water that inisists on being my keeper... I will not let go of the ribcage it offers to my grasping hands. I will bear who I am. I am my sickness. 、、、、 I will plunge into the needy and engorged expanse of shifting flowers and lodged viscera. I will continue to encase and cease. 、、、、 Forever in my head. Forever in my skull. Forever tapping in my cage. Forever clipping my scrawny wings. Forever sincere. 、、、、 I loved her, and I couldn't save her. She was dead, and I couldn't save her. She was alive, and I couldn't save her. 、、、、 What remains? Irreparable me.

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Dec 10, 2019

Dec 10, 2019 at 9:35 PM UTC

Hozue

The marbled Carcass.

If I could save even one person, maybe I would speak. 、、、、 Her flesh wrapped around her like kudzu on a tree, parasitically engaged in what others yearned for. If you can't rely on blood, who do you have left? So I stayed. Because no one would come near. How kind she was. How gracious and loving and loved. 、、、、 Her skin became cold. The very ***** dedicated to masking her advanced structure became like a marble slab left in the snow. That flesh that cradled her meaningless meanings hardened like the exoskeletons she imitated. She was an insect through and through. 、、、、 And even if cold was the absence of heat, the left-behind contraband someone else came to cherish, she emanated the very invasion that enveloped her. She radiated her icy salvation. 、、、、 And so when the time came that I was able to touch her... When it was upon my own flesh I would feel what she refused to feel, she grasped onto me. As if she longed to drag me into her abyss with one last throe, one last labor of love for her blood. 、、、、 My fingers never fell off, but I was frost bitten. My organs never failed, but I was shredded apart by the sting of the sobbing wind. 、、、、 I didn't become her marble carcass like I should have. 、、、、 She didn't take me with her. I couldn't save her anymore. Not even if I had devoted my life to doing so. Never again. She left me behind, and I was cold too. 、、、、 My skin is not chilled to the touch. My muscles are not the remnants of a frozen cicada shell. My skeleton is not made of the icicles left to melt in the sun's triumph. My tendons ache in the wake of an ancient breeze that blew by far too late. 、、、、 I am not a slab of cold marble. 、、、、 I am a starkly darkened visage to behold and not be held, forever turning over and over, never ceasing and always yearning for that which never was, and that which will never be. I was only for their sake. Never mine, even if I pretended. 、、、、 This endless daydream that expands before and behind me, that twists in tendrils that are deplorably mine and soak in the oily water that inisists on being my keeper... I will not let go of the ribcage it offers to my grasping hands. I will bear who I am. I am my sickness. 、、、、 I will plunge into the needy and engorged expanse of shifting flowers and lodged viscera. I will continue to encase and cease. 、、、、 Forever in my head. Forever in my skull. Forever tapping in my cage. Forever clipping my scrawny wings. Forever sincere. 、、、、 I loved her, and I couldn't save her. She was dead, and I couldn't save her. She was alive, and I couldn't save her. 、、、、 What remains? Irreparable me.

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supposedly the competition of the world's best soccer teams has become very deplorably a plaything of global politics bad carma

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Dec 2, 2022

Dec 2, 2022 at 8:55 AM UTC

wwhoelbling

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supposedly the competition of the world's best soccer teams has become very deplorably a plaything of global politics bad carma

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Lifeblood of democracy hemorrhaging ousting the "FAKE" president only recourse to staunch impending grim demise, since forefathers drafted United States Constitution ratified more'n two centuries ago hoi polloi must take to the streets denouncing severe curtailment impinging sacred freedom of speech linkedin with paramount bedrock provision accessing unvarnished flint ****** "truth," nonetheless commander in chief he quakingly, staunchly, vociferously... excoriates, lacerates, repudiates... one damning hermetically sealed, iniquitous airtight, vacuum packed flagrant misuse of power, (not to mention nepotism) invidious, insidious, injurious... infractions incontestable, incontrovertible, contemptible... significant melange in führer re: hating deplorably crooked basely barren factual exposé after another, deft correspondents all not quiet along western front (I heard Maria - mull remark) bring "to light" execrable, lamentable reprehensible... gross transgressions commander in chief significantly overstepped Pulitzer prize winning prestigious storied publications scathingly trounced, pillaried, lambasted, insulted, denounced, butchered, critiqued, demonized, fricassed, gored, humiliated,... pummeled, quartered, reviled courageously expounding fiend ensconced within his Taj Mahal impregnable donjon, whereat he trumpets laurels asper, nonpareil administration laying groundless accusations baring his white fangs, twittering, naysaying, mocking.. supreme renown gifted by "honest Abe" recalcitrant commander in chief, who refutes objectionable dogged investigative journalism every step of the way, where dedicated news gatherers risk life and limb firing line reportage troopers ferreting (foxlike) ***** doth gopher precious nuggets uncover alarming undisputable details impossible to refute raw bits agent provocateur freely colluding immediately hashtashed poppycock smarmy, snooty, snappy beastly capital one ogre blatantly castigating diligent endeavors oblivious pie in sky delusional egotistic haughtiness bobblehead vilified by silent majority.

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Jun 3, 2019

Jun 3, 2019 at 9:29 PM UTC

matthew-scott-harris2p

First Amendment In Jeopardy

Lifeblood of democracy hemorrhaging ousting the "FAKE" president only recourse to staunch impending grim demise, since forefathers drafted United States Constitution ratified more'n two centuries ago hoi polloi must take to the streets denouncing severe curtailment impinging sacred freedom of speech linkedin with paramount bedrock provision accessing unvarnished flint ****** "truth," nonetheless commander in chief he quakingly, staunchly, vociferously... excoriates, lacerates, repudiates... one damning hermetically sealed, iniquitous airtight, vacuum packed flagrant misuse of power, (not to mention nepotism) invidious, insidious, injurious... infractions incontestable, incontrovertible, contemptible... significant melange in führer re: hating deplorably crooked basely barren factual exposé after another, deft correspondents all not quiet along western front (I heard Maria - mull remark) bring "to light" execrable, lamentable reprehensible... gross transgressions commander in chief significantly overstepped Pulitzer prize winning prestigious storied publications scathingly trounced, pillaried, lambasted, insulted, denounced, butchered, critiqued, demonized, fricassed, gored, humiliated,... pummeled, quartered, reviled courageously expounding fiend ensconced within his Taj Mahal impregnable donjon, whereat he trumpets laurels asper, nonpareil administration laying groundless accusations baring his white fangs, twittering, naysaying, mocking.. supreme renown gifted by "honest Abe" recalcitrant commander in chief, who refutes objectionable dogged investigative journalism every step of the way, where dedicated news gatherers risk life and limb firing line reportage troopers ferreting (foxlike) ***** doth gopher precious nuggets uncover alarming undisputable details impossible to refute raw bits agent provocateur freely colluding immediately hashtashed poppycock smarmy, snooty, snappy beastly capital one ogre blatantly castigating diligent endeavors oblivious pie in sky delusional egotistic haughtiness bobblehead vilified by silent majority.

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transmitted ****** talks (partially presented pablum pertaining particularly - president ***** (PAC - ******* action *** mitt tee) portfolio ******* philandering) baneful boorish boastful bullheaded Brobdingnagian beastie boy balks. conspicuously cavalierly crudely curtly cavorts, capitulating, claiming, championing crying chauvinistic concupiscence, ****** cupidity caul king crooked cowboy cakewalks. Donald daringly, dastardly, defiantly, demonstrably, deplorably, deprecatingly, devilishly, divinely dumbfounded, duplicitously desultory, debauched, duckwalks. eccentric effrontery, egregiously enervating, excitedly exculpatory, extremely evil eyestalk. "fake," faultily fervently fiendishly flagrant fool, frightful. gaffe galling, gamesome gawker, generating gerrymandering. harboring hectoring heinously hellishly hideously horrendously horrible hulk. ignominious illicit ilk, imbecilic immodest immoral impetuous, impishly impudent, incarcerate, incinerate indecently, indecorous, iniquitous, intently intolerant, irascible irksome, itching ii incite iv iiiiii ix *********** izards. jowly ******* jackdaw jackknifing jaywalking jumping **** jilting jinn. knowingly keeping kryptonite, ***** Kardashian kvetches, kris kringle ken kool, kissing kitty, kosher kumquats kippered, k-nine kooky korps, kowtowing ku klux **** kinsfolk. legal leafstalk lawlessly locked, lacerated, lambasted, languished lost lively lust, limped, legal levity limited. menfolk made macho mission. many moons monthly mandate marked maybe mars, mercurial maladroit monkey manumission modified modus mystifying maze moonwalk.

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Mar 23, 2018

Mar 23, 2018 at 6:43 PM UTC

matthew-scott-harris2p

traduce tis trademark Trump's traitorous...

transmitted ****** talks (partially presented pablum pertaining particularly - president ***** (PAC - ******* action *** mitt tee) portfolio ******* philandering) baneful boorish boastful bullheaded Brobdingnagian beastie boy balks. conspicuously cavalierly crudely curtly cavorts, capitulating, claiming, championing crying chauvinistic concupiscence, ****** cupidity caul king crooked cowboy cakewalks. Donald daringly, dastardly, defiantly, demonstrably, deplorably, deprecatingly, devilishly, divinely dumbfounded, duplicitously desultory, debauched, duckwalks. eccentric effrontery, egregiously enervating, excitedly exculpatory, extremely evil eyestalk. "fake," faultily fervently fiendishly flagrant fool, frightful. gaffe galling, gamesome gawker, generating gerrymandering. harboring hectoring heinously hellishly hideously horrendously horrible hulk. ignominious illicit ilk, imbecilic immodest immoral impetuous, impishly impudent, incarcerate, incinerate indecently, indecorous, iniquitous, intently intolerant, irascible irksome, itching ii incite iv iiiiii ix *********** izards. jowly ******* jackdaw jackknifing jaywalking jumping **** jilting jinn. knowingly keeping kryptonite, ***** Kardashian kvetches, kris kringle ken kool, kissing kitty, kosher kumquats kippered, k-nine kooky korps, kowtowing ku klux **** kinsfolk. legal leafstalk lawlessly locked, lacerated, lambasted, languished lost lively lust, limped, legal levity limited. menfolk made macho mission. many moons monthly mandate marked maybe mars, mercurial maladroit monkey manumission modified modus mystifying maze moonwalk.

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