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Carlo C Gomez Jan 2020
Gwyneth Paltrow’s ****** Candle
may be completely sold out,
but it's not the only bizarre product she sells – how about jade eggs that can be inserted into the ****** and “recharged” with the light of a full moon?

All things considered, the candle is pretty much on-brand...
judy smith Jul 2016
The Slovenian-born Trump wore an off-white dress with three-quarter length, bell-shaped sleeves to address the Republican National Convention on Monday night.

The dress was by Roksanda Illincic, whose designs are very popular in London and among celebrities, among them Gwyneth Paltrow, Keira Knightley and Daisy Ridley, to name just a few.

Samantha Cameron, wife of the former British prime minister, wore a colourful, flared Roksanda dress to leave Downing Street last week.

But the designer's most prominent fan is probably the Duchess of Cambridge. The former Kate Middleton has worn her designs to at least three events this (northern) summer, including a brilliant yellow dress with blocks of white to Wimbledon.

And then there's Michelle Obama, who wore Roksanda's beaded wool satin dress and wool coat to meet the Chinese president in 2011, among other occasions.

Though the first lady has chosen designers from across the globe during her years in the White House, she wore American designers to address both Democratic conventions at which her husband was nominated: Maria Pinto in 2008 and Tracy Reese in 2012.

Women's Wear Daily reported that Trump bought Illincic's "Margot" dress online from the Net-a-Porter fashion site.Read more at:http://www.marieaustralia.com/formal-dresses-brisbane | www.marieaustralia.com/formal-dresses-melbourne
Brian Pickering Mar 2017
The fear of life’s rich pattern, is an affliction that can be seen,
from princes to paupers, and everyone in between,
The daily grind and intensity, that plagues the very soul,
relief is sought in different remedies, for seeking a loophole.

Throughout history many have suffered, from this sensitivity,
personally I find respite, in oblivion, and my creativity,
of course, this is not a perpetual state, it comes on like a cloud,
but when it hits, it envelops you, almost like a shroud.

Brad Pitt, Gwyneth Paltrow, Abraham Lincoln, Churchill and Mark Twain,
just a few of the well-knowns, who have suffered just the same,
I especially like Churchill’s phrase, he described it very well,
He had times, when the Black Dog visited, and his descent, to utter hell.

It’s described as a mental disorder, but of course, there are many forms,
Those who suffer mildly, to those, where life, is a constant mental storm,
For those who can sleep at nights, it affords a margin of respite,
Until the dawn comes again, and you’re back, into the fight,
Plan my day, what am I saying, it’s not as easy as that,
Should I get up or stay in bed, swirling mental promises, am I as mad as a bat.
from behind my eyes, my problems are insurmountable, with unabated haste,
What’s even more disturbing, are my contemporaries apparent distaste,
For an affliction that affects, one in three people, in the working space,
A web of illusionary sickness’, woven to hide, what’s exactly taking place,

As you may appreciate, this is part of me,
But in this crowded room, can you identify, another three,
probably not, it’s a taboo subject, secretly you devise coping mechanisms,
knowing all along that my openness, will cause me, much criticism,
I’ll even go as far to say, that some, yes some psychiatric professionals, dispense dubious wisdom,
Stop taking the medication, get out more, find more life rhythm,
Well, that was certainly my intention, but it’s a bit like taking away an addicts drugs,
and saying, there you are, you’re fine now, don’t get in to trouble, your family will give lots of hugs,

If only that simple, there’d be no need, for mental health command,
From Alzheimer's to the psychotic, and for all that in between, there would be no demand,
I fear, I shall dispense my wisdom, from experiences, I’ve had a few,
Your on your own with some things, unfortunately, it’s your life to chew,
Normal, what is normal exactly, and on whose measure do you gauge, for the treatment to take,
So please give us crazy people, a considered, even break.
Mateuš Conrad Mar 2016
what's with this english avocado on toasted bread recipe ****? can i have a poached egg in a sock to go with that? i kinda like ******* it out through the cotton gridlock of squared fabric.*

as i tell most people these days
with my silence...
i can understand a mathematical
expression of it (language),
e.g. go and buy me a kilogram
of potatoes, here's five quid...
sure, that i can understand,
anything outside this realm?
**** knows, i don't...
undecipherable & idiosyncratic,
it needs *** anyway to become
realistic, an embodiment,
no point ogling a *******
over cute rhymes;
it might as well be a postcard
from the Martian version of Hawaii;
just a thought i had, finishing
a meal after 20 hours of fasting
ending it on a little nibble of an apple;
now doesn't a return to Eden look oh so tasty?
obviously the apple was like an after-mint,
strange meats and all prior...
now my stomach feels like a Houdini trick;
and there she was, life with life inside...
suddenly the stark naked night as the second
womb that my life was to become, a life in death;
the moon her ego, her womb the sea,
not the sea of travels and safe voyages,
but a sea of mythology, of mermaids
clawing at drowning sailors;
they really took it out on her, poor gwyneth,
playing the part of sylvia plath;
it's like she was supposed to play the role
but not write a life / diet manual,
or like she wasn't supposed to play the role
and write a life / diet manual;
anyway, wish she won an oscar for that
rather than that premature role in shakespeare
in stockings and a strap-on.

— The End —