Inside, I’m a house-cat with claws like Hugh Jackman- he’s been waiting on hold for an hour and a half.

I’m a Ghost-type Pokemon wearing a powder blue LT jersey from a time when JT was all glamour shots.

Today I’ll smoke a bowl next to my open window and then spend the entire night hoping my parents stay brainwashed by the Smart TV.

How come all the advertisements on the side of each website I view are related to me in some way or form?

Sometimes I have dreams about shadow monsters hanging out with my Cookie Monster doll.

When I sob my father’s name, it responds by tickling my toes at the end of the bed and twisting my ******* when I fall back to sleep.

My ears are like Batman’s pet bat, except in this world my eyes accumulate wax.

I’m a house-cat hopped up on cat-nip and I can’t sleep so let me be.

Writing,
Reflecting the inmost being, or simply what's wallowing at the top of the subconscious.
Consciousness, divinity, split pea soup shredding through me.
Mental perceptivity and **** beads: better out than in, I always say.
Check yourself before you Shrek yourself.
Green Onions tell me in grocery stores, "It's never Ogre."

I once thought the world to be flat. Maybe you thought that, perhaps you didn't.
Fluid change of though patterns strike at the heal of the what wasn't.
Wasps leave me be. I drained the pool where I used to be.
He told me the other day; he told me nothing.

Hugh Jackman's nasally in the Les Miserables film.  That doesn't rhyme with anything, it's just true.

If you want to be my valentine, you don't have to shower me with fine wine
I would rather just spend time with you
I don't need flowers which too quickly wilt
You don't need to be built like Hugh Jackman to be my man
I don't need to get a box of chocolates, even though I like them
It would be sweet enough to listen to your jokes, and to laugh at them
I know there are more important things than money
You don't need to feel that you need to impress or be best dressed
We are already the best of friends
I just have one question  "Will You Be My Valentine"?

I would be in heaven,
if I have the style of David Niven.
Or the voice of George Sanders.

I would be in heaven,
if I had the comedic style of Benny Hill.
It would be a delight.
It would be a thrill.

To have the qualities of these Englishmen.

I been in heaven,
if I could play the guitar of Eric Clapton.
Or the theatric of **** Jagger.
Say, what you want?
He knows how to thrill a crowd.
Not once, will you not see them going wild.

Even the gent Peter O' Toole was the best of the cool.
Same, with the great actor Michael Caine.
And it never could be a hurting to not be Richard Burton.
Who had style and grace?

Dalton, Moore and Connery, all contributed a personal style to James Bond.
And , even this man named Daniel Craig.
Not to over look Pierce Bronsnan.
It's something about the guys of the United Kingdom.
We see coolness even in Prince Charles.
Whom probably learn this from his lovely mom.

Notice, the way ladie admires Hugh Jackman.
Only, if I had these gents accent.
I probably could try to fake it.
Except, who woud I be fooling?

Thank you

For the body that has defined, gleaming muscles
So lined and lean, like fire and rope all twisted into you

Thank you

For the hair that it constantly slicked back into that perpetual wave
The sideburns that come down to your chin and turn into stubble

Thank you

For the awesome acting
And insane explosions you can walk away from unharmed

Thank you

For the face that could make angels weep
That holds so much beauty that I crumble inside

Thank you

For the accent that takes on a lilt from Britain when you aren't on set
A hint of something else enriching the tone

Thank you

For being 40 something
Because otherwise you wouldn't be safe from me

Thank you

For being Hugh Jackman

Nostalgia

Similar ways , similar game,  similar pain ... you said you were different but you're definitely just the same....

Familiar ways , familiar pain , familiar place, familiar shame....

You know my name ..you know my face..... you claimed that you knew me.. but you obviously Don't....

Guess I must be crazy ... crazy to think  that things were just a little hazy......or you must be crazy ....or are we both crazy....

A. Jackman

-
hmm... premature depression, when nothing has been accomplished? premature dementia, when nothing is degenerating? but i'm pretty sure you like the siamese circus... resurrect Elijah for me! resurrect Elijah for me! to compete with me as his did with the reason for the ridicule of Bael! able men that could have been... and what of these children? with premature depression?! these children with premature demantia?! another one of those little science experiments you're staggering with?!

so why would i her 110,
and pay an extra 10
for me performing oral on her?

to be honest
  i'll spend as much as 20 in a day
as she'll earn 120 in an hour...

i can't moralise her or
capitalistic economic dynamic,
a woman will spend more on
frivolous items than a man will...

i'm still curious as to why all
actors are midgets...
          you see the editors and they're
these technical brides of height,
and then some cocky
                   spaceman
                          from planet of
lilliputiens comes along...
             and i'm wondering:
  you want to borrow an inch from
my shadow?

     how would i ever spend
what she earns in an hour with what
i spend per day?!

                   so who washed
that guy's feet with her hair?
              borrow me a line i'm trying
to infiltrate the evangelical credo...
or as they say with regards to
golgotha showbiz. ltd.:
             just look pretty,
or as fake as it might be worth: pretty...

        any epitome of an actor:
hugh jackman in the prestige,
or what's, an actor
    suddenly dispensing himself
like a shaolin monk in a kitchen,
albeit no stage...
       i still can't find an appeal
for a stage presence...
               if money was
my primary concerned,
   i wouldn't have a fancy for
jumping...
          
   but there is no moral question:
either ******,
         or bankruptcy...
and that or has nothing to do with
a coin-flip;
      chastity of women doesn't
sell... it depraves...
                    (semi-colon in terms
of poetry is a sense of paragraph):
              because what cult
inherent intra-christianity
wasn't focused upon
a chastity of women?
                  
                    kept them as daughters
that later became the mothers
of his offspring...

                         might as well have
these offspring thrown into Moloch...
just as the modern man thought
Aztec pyramids were ritual sites
aking to the sarcophaga englared
into pyramids,
              and it was said:
a burial ground of the pyramid "mountains",
while beneath them:
yet more graves...
               who never managed to
equate the Aztec pyramids as sites
of capital punishment akin to
guillotine spectacles...
          or how Moloch is to be seen:
now? now?! now?!!
    now there's a darwinistic humanism?!
now?!
       what sort of children
do you think were sacrificed unto
Moloch?!
                    RETARDS!
                      ­    
hey... now you modern people regurgitated
needing to sacrifice able men
to ensure
                 these abominations exist...
   but, but, but that's no problem...
as long as we can humanise the reality
of darwin...
                         WHAT THE ****
ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT
MAKING THE ANCIENTS IRRATIONAL
AND SUPPOSING YOURSELF
TO BE THE ZENITH OF HUMAN
EXPRESSION?!
         the only children sacrificed
unto Moloch were the ones that
were known to become disadvantaged
in the continuum of society...

now craft me a papal saturn deity
for those unnaturally premature
depressed... for i can understand
melancholia in old age, of all things
complete,
as i can understand old age dementia...
give unto me the deity of fire!
  science...
                   science...
                       shame that science
only stuck to experimenting with
rats to explain...
   and never bothered explaining
the effects their experiments
had with monkeys,
which they also must have
experimented on.

   big monkeys though:
  at least harambe was shot...
                       RAT FOOD, this modern man.

hard to find a man with both
the heart of a darwinistic argument,
and a mind for it...
      mind you... the **** came close...
but as ever, you know the english
are two-faced degenerates...
                and i will flip!
because there was no copernicus
or a galileo among them
to allow them bypassing the monkey...
now they're stuck with the monkey...

      they simply can't explain nature
without having to implement
a "mental" and "physical"  
               dualism,
they just have this flimsy monkey
brained dichotomy...
                  NO,
JEWISH, PROPHET, WILL,
             MARK ME, AS HIS OWN;
EVEN, WITH HIS ****
TORTURE, INSTRUMENT!

Hugh Jackman's her favourite actor,
Loves movies with a time factor,
Unpretentious cinephile-
Free of meanness, free of guile.
Vine aficionado, her only bae
is the undeniably cute B. Calvillo.
Got glasses and made a discovery-
"This is how people really see?"
Lord of the Rings?
She can quote every line
In inception-themed Quizup,
there's no doubt that she'll shine.
Shockingly funny, good at math
humble and quite starkly frank
Vaishnavi S.:
(The dot is AFTER the S)
It's been an honour to be your friend
I hope we'll sustain this until the end.

Goodbye Mama
Sitting over you ,helpless as the very last of your breath was sifted from you without thoughts to retreat , I held your hands in my own ,I could feel how lifeless they've become ,I screamed  for you, but you didn't wake, I tapped you, mom!!!! Why won't you open your eyes and smile at me, mom!!! You're not being fair ,I held on to you begging you to fight a little longer I know mom, I know I was being selfish  , but mom you promised that we'd make it to the end but you broke your promise, you left so soon, I wasn't prepared for you to leave so soon there's so much I'd hope we'd do, I wanted to thank you over and over ... For loving me...  No matter how many times I would say you don't know what it's like ,you always knew the right thing to say ,now you're gone leaving me  broken beyond repair , I know life was tough on  you ,I know you needed relief, relief from a world that  kept you dormant ,I know I'm selfish for wanting you to stay but I can't imagine how I'll survive this world without you, my world is no longer complete ... I don't know how ...to fill this empty space that you left behind, I no longer know how to laugh without you , dream without you ... I'm at this point where I feel like I'm a stranger to myself  .. I see my reflection and it makes me wonder , my thoughts they bring tears to my eyes ,oh mama , you were my first love, my first friend even my first enemy, but nothing on this earth can separate us not time ,not space not even death .  I'll see you again mama for now rest peacefully , you're always in my heart and always on my mind  love you always your baby Yana..

A Jackman

I want to congratulate all the celebrities who have offered their condulances or given money to aid
Fire victims, like Ellen degenerous
And Nicole Kidman Keith urban pink Celeste barber Hugh Jackman
Harry and Meghan
I want to congratulate all the sports events that are held in Australia during this hard time, playing fun games to donate money to the fire victims and fighters like every slam dunk and every three point shot and auctioning off sporting memorimbila
And in the tennis every ace scored gets a donation and then giving all the money to help out where they can
They do get a lot of money so they should help out seeing some sports events are in fire ravished places
This means just one thing
Whatever the evil spirits are doing through these fires it doesn’t stop the community spirit of this great country
I would like to know what the match between Sixers and strikers are gonna do, there are two ways to stop this reign by evil spirits first the rain
And while waiting show community spirit
CONGRATULTIONS to every famous person who helped in relief