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Thirty six years after they last were held in pre-war Berlin The games of the Olympiad were all set to begin This time though, in Munich, set to host the sports worlds greatest show It was the night before the opening, and all were set to go August 26th, the games did start and all was going well But ten days in, the world was shook, and Munich was now a hell Where terrorists changed how the world would see these famous games From that date on, The Olympic world, would never be the same Mark Spitz, that year, set records as he won seven swimming golds Olga Korbut, elfin princess, stole our hearts with moves so bold Frank Shorter won the marathon for America, and he was German born But, Munich's games are famous for the actions, that September morn Close your eyes, remember back, if you are of the age Remember those victorious, who were outstanding on that stage Steve Prefontaine, he came up short, Lasse Viren, he did what he set to do Think back now to that late summer day in nineteen seventy two Eyes closed, still remember....David Berger, Mark Slavin and Kehatt Shorr Seew Friedman, Josef Gutfreund,Elieser Halfin, and you know there is five more Josef Romano, Amizur Shapira, not tweaking any pictures in your mind, Andre Spitzer, Jaakow Springer, Mosche Weinberger...any memories do you find? These men all were Olympians, judges, coaches, athletes, refs September 5th is now famous, it's remembered for their deaths They all should be remembered, for their lives, for why they came They all reached the highest level, they had made it to The Games Did they ever win a medal ? Would they ever get their glory? They're remembered as a victim, unfortunately that's their story It's 40 years on, London hosts, The IOC does not Take a single minute, give these Olympians a thought Now close your eyes again and think, could that happen once again Could terrorists take Olympic lives, could they come and **** like then Now if I repeat all the names I mentioned, you may not see their face But, for one short shining moment, please put them in their earned space Eyes closed, still remember....David Berger, Mark Slavin and Kehatt Shorr Seew Friedman, Josef Gutfreund,Elieser Halfin, and you know there is five more Josef Romano, Amizur Shapira, not tweaking any pictures in your mind, Andre Spitzer, Jaakow Springer, Mosche Weinberger...any memories do you find?
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Jul 28, 2012
Jul 28, 2012 at 4:43 PM UTC
Munich 1972
Thirty six years after they last were held in pre-war Berlin The games of the Olympiad were all set to begin This time though, in Munich, set to host the sports worlds greatest show It was the night before the opening, and all were set to go August 26th, the games did start and all was going well But ten days in, the world was shook, and Munich was now a hell Where terrorists changed how the world would see these famous games From that date on, The Olympic world, would never be the same Mark Spitz, that year, set records as he won seven swimming golds Olga Korbut, elfin princess, stole our hearts with moves so bold Frank Shorter won the marathon for America, and he was German born But, Munich's games are famous for the actions, that September morn Close your eyes, remember back, if you are of the age Remember those victorious, who were outstanding on that stage Steve Prefontaine, he came up short, Lasse Viren, he did what he set to do Think back now to that late summer day in nineteen seventy two Eyes closed, still remember....David Berger, Mark Slavin and Kehatt Shorr Seew Friedman, Josef Gutfreund,Elieser Halfin, and you know there is five more Josef Romano, Amizur Shapira, not tweaking any pictures in your mind, Andre Spitzer, Jaakow Springer, Mosche Weinberger...any memories do you find? These men all were Olympians, judges, coaches, athletes, refs September 5th is now famous, it's remembered for their deaths They all should be remembered, for their lives, for why they came They all reached the highest level, they had made it to The Games Did they ever win a medal ? Would they ever get their glory? They're remembered as a victim, unfortunately that's their story It's 40 years on, London hosts, The IOC does not Take a single minute, give these Olympians a thought Now close your eyes again and think, could that happen once again Could terrorists take Olympic lives, could they come and **** like then Now if I repeat all the names I mentioned, you may not see their face But, for one short shining moment, please put them in their earned space Eyes closed, still remember....David Berger, Mark Slavin and Kehatt Shorr Seew Friedman, Josef Gutfreund,Elieser Halfin, and you know there is five more Josef Romano, Amizur Shapira, not tweaking any pictures in your mind, Andre Spitzer, Jaakow Springer, Mosche Weinberger...any memories do you find?
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Ellen DeGeneres! Mellow and generous, Mellow and generous, Ellen DeGeneres. X2 How can we peddle this, Greedy degenerates? Mellow and generous, Mellow and generous. I was just reppin it You cannot step to it, Ellen DeGeneres, Ellen DeGeneres! bass drop I am not popular My, what a thot you were! You should be jealous of Ellen DeGeneres! like Meek I was just a lost boy Never understood the cost boy Never really worked a market But I never really liked the market I just wanna overcome the darkness I just wanna wanna make the sun shine I guess I really want love to be great again **** all this hate again Cause I see you're vicious like a shark is I am so done with the corporate mind Grinding machinery, that's not my kind You are not kind, you are so shy Scrapin the sky Fake **** and lies You think you know what I'm talking about. I am a poet with way too much clout. I hate the way that this hatred compounds, You're just a clown! You make me frown. Simultaneously Unh! Ellen DeGeneres! Mellow and generous, Mellow and generous, Ellen DeGeneres. Ellen DeGeneres She's on my friends list! Mellow and generous, Ellen DeGeneres! How can we peddle this, Greedy degenerates? Mellow and generous, Mellow and generous. Reppin this Emmy **** Dressing too fabulous, Ellen DeGeneres, Ellen DeGeneres! bass drop I am not popular My, what a thot you were! You should be jealous of Ellen DeGeneres! I'm never gonna let my heart grow cold like that, Never gonna do just what I'm told like that That shit's old, my man That shit's sold, my man That shit's got us got us lookin' sideways in the fold, my man Cause I think I hear a higher callin Human race is fallin but you're stallin I know you don't think you're Josef Stalin But I think you look like Charles Ponzi, Oo (Sung) My girl's not a cheater So I don't think I really want to either I don't think I ever wanna leave her Iy just. want to. love, Said Iy just. want to. love, Said Iy just. want to. love. (And party hard.) Ellen DeGeneres! Mellow and generous, Mellow and generous, Ellen DeGeneres. Ellen DeGeneres She's on my friends list Mellow and generous, Ellen DeGeneres! How can we peddle this, Greedy degenerates? Mellow and generous, Mellow and generous. Reppin this Emmy **** Dressing too fabulous, Ellen DeGeneres, Ellen DeGeneres! bass drop I am not popular My, what a thot you were! You should be jealous of Ellen DeGeneres. You should be jealous. Ellen DeGeneres. Reppin it, reppin it. Ellen. Loooooove
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Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 4:52 PM UTC
Ellen DeGeneres.
Ellen DeGeneres! Mellow and generous, Mellow and generous, Ellen DeGeneres. X2 How can we peddle this, Greedy degenerates? Mellow and generous, Mellow and generous. I was just reppin it You cannot step to it, Ellen DeGeneres, Ellen DeGeneres! bass drop I am not popular My, what a thot you were! You should be jealous of Ellen DeGeneres! like Meek I was just a lost boy Never understood the cost boy Never really worked a market But I never really liked the market I just wanna overcome the darkness I just wanna wanna make the sun shine I guess I really want love to be great again **** all this hate again Cause I see you're vicious like a shark is I am so done with the corporate mind Grinding machinery, that's not my kind You are not kind, you are so shy Scrapin the sky Fake **** and lies You think you know what I'm talking about. I am a poet with way too much clout. I hate the way that this hatred compounds, You're just a clown! You make me frown. Simultaneously Unh! Ellen DeGeneres! Mellow and generous, Mellow and generous, Ellen DeGeneres. Ellen DeGeneres She's on my friends list! Mellow and generous, Ellen DeGeneres! How can we peddle this, Greedy degenerates? Mellow and generous, Mellow and generous. Reppin this Emmy **** Dressing too fabulous, Ellen DeGeneres, Ellen DeGeneres! bass drop I am not popular My, what a thot you were! You should be jealous of Ellen DeGeneres! I'm never gonna let my heart grow cold like that, Never gonna do just what I'm told like that That shit's old, my man That shit's sold, my man That shit's got us got us lookin' sideways in the fold, my man Cause I think I hear a higher callin Human race is fallin but you're stallin I know you don't think you're Josef Stalin But I think you look like Charles Ponzi, Oo (Sung) My girl's not a cheater So I don't think I really want to either I don't think I ever wanna leave her Iy just. want to. love, Said Iy just. want to. love, Said Iy just. want to. love. (And party hard.) Ellen DeGeneres! Mellow and generous, Mellow and generous, Ellen DeGeneres. Ellen DeGeneres She's on my friends list Mellow and generous, Ellen DeGeneres! How can we peddle this, Greedy degenerates? Mellow and generous, Mellow and generous. Reppin this Emmy **** Dressing too fabulous, Ellen DeGeneres, Ellen DeGeneres! bass drop I am not popular My, what a thot you were! You should be jealous of Ellen DeGeneres. You should be jealous. Ellen DeGeneres. Reppin it, reppin it. Ellen. Loooooove
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Today I write an ode to Joe’s Procurator, seller, and trader  For my better half it is your coffees For me, your store entire, for Your bounty fills my refrigerator Treasures spicy from India, Japan Brought to us by your Trader San From south of the border  Travel goodies galore-a  Compliments of Trader Jose Then there’s Trader Giotto from Italy Without a doubt, his yummies call me There are Jo-Jo’s, curries, oh cho-co-late sweet And did I mention lotions for feet There is Pilgrim Joe’s and Trader Ming’s Who bring to us the finer things  The wines, the drinks, the healthy oils I dream at night of all your spoils By way of mention, I cannot forget  Baker Josef who serves to us Tasty bagels, delicious baguettes Arabian Joe’s and Joseph Brau Bring us falafels and rings in our beer  Oh, Trader Johann's and Trader Jacques' For bodies clean and lips that are fresh Your Joe's Kids keep mummy's happy Trader Darwin's help us all stay healthy Did I, could I, miss anyone?  Don’t want to leave out even one Your marinated meats, your frozen treats From Diner Joe’s there are lunches quick  For us working stiffs, his heat-n-eats Oh, pumpkin scones and cereal O’s I should not forget your sample bar  Where tastys await to test for my plate And did I say how amazing you are? While others sell just fluff and stuff Of your yummy goodness I cannot get enough So if one day soon the Joe’s disappear I’ll not fret, no i’ll not fear On me for sure you can count the cause Right down to your last breadcrumb For shelves will be bursting in my garage Where I'll be holding them all, without ransom
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Oct 27, 2013
Oct 27, 2013 at 4:10 PM UTC
Ode to Joe’s
Today I write an ode to Joe’s Procurator, seller, and trader  For my better half it is your coffees For me, your store entire, for Your bounty fills my refrigerator Treasures spicy from India, Japan Brought to us by your Trader San From south of the border  Travel goodies galore-a  Compliments of Trader Jose Then there’s Trader Giotto from Italy Without a doubt, his yummies call me There are Jo-Jo’s, curries, oh cho-co-late sweet And did I mention lotions for feet There is Pilgrim Joe’s and Trader Ming’s Who bring to us the finer things  The wines, the drinks, the healthy oils I dream at night of all your spoils By way of mention, I cannot forget  Baker Josef who serves to us Tasty bagels, delicious baguettes Arabian Joe’s and Joseph Brau Bring us falafels and rings in our beer  Oh, Trader Johann's and Trader Jacques' For bodies clean and lips that are fresh Your Joe's Kids keep mummy's happy Trader Darwin's help us all stay healthy Did I, could I, miss anyone?  Don’t want to leave out even one Your marinated meats, your frozen treats From Diner Joe’s there are lunches quick  For us working stiffs, his heat-n-eats Oh, pumpkin scones and cereal O’s I should not forget your sample bar  Where tastys await to test for my plate And did I say how amazing you are? While others sell just fluff and stuff Of your yummy goodness I cannot get enough So if one day soon the Joe’s disappear I’ll not fret, no i’ll not fear On me for sure you can count the cause Right down to your last breadcrumb For shelves will be bursting in my garage Where I'll be holding them all, without ransom
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He was kind to me Got me a special box Just for me to sleep in Gave me sweets I called him Uncle He cut my mummy up and Experimented on my baby brother Growing inside her But Uncle said she had to die The other kids were sent away To the gas chambers But Uncle liked me Because I was blonde and pretty And he was going to teach me How to be a doctor like him I'd have my tools and I Could put other people's brothers In jars to keep Like he did with mine He said I would be the first one To have twins planted in my belly Would they sprout like trees In my stomach? We had tidy beds there And it smelled nice My mummy and daddy are dead And I loved my uncle But it smells funny in here And everyone is coughing I think I can hear his voice Calling me And I want to run But there are walls surrounding me And I can't escape His crazy eyes are following me Until I collapse on the floor Dead
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May 7, 2017
May 7, 2017 at 12:38 PM UTC
Josef Mengele
the pro-anti-abortion argument: so the tissue argument doesn't count? so...    once the ***** leaves the body of a male.... it is the sole possession of a female?" sign me up for euthanasia... please! send me to gaßkammern! might as well cut my testicles off! employ me as a ******* castrato for holding the harem ***** free... so i can't ********* did i forget my napkin, or did my bride forget her ***** just asking...               so... as long as my ***** remains in my, or on a tissue, flushed down a toilet... but them she takes over the ownership?            she gets the bigoted bargain and bias?                        **** me...             i'm sure a Rabbi would argue that a 16 year old is always ready... because... given the current secular year p.s. a.d. that's always true...                so i can't... **** off...    wait a minute... but i haven't been circumcised...             look at me! woo woo! next time i ********* into a woman... i'll secure some wolf ***** into a syringe... and then implant a Frankenstein experiment into her... my... didn't a woman, epitome... make a case for desiring vampires & werewolves?        **** it... let's make josef mengele 2.0,                          i'm ready... i'm craving for the laboratory...      but... clearly... you're not... given...    can a woman really claim such ownership?                  i must make an equal claim... whatever i ********* into a tissue and flush it down a toilet... has to become a pseudo crocodile child of the deep...      if only i was born in the end of the 19th century... my Auschwitz would have looked much more differently... i would have attempted less twin experiments... to curate a cure for the Siamese... i would have injected women with wolf ***** such a mild, childhood fantasy...                    and people worried about the treatment of           heretics by the church in         the Renaissance; if i were the primordial evil of the 20th century... i'd pocket my concerns... where i began the 21st century with.
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Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 10:56 PM UTC
gaßkammernscheiße
the pro-anti-abortion argument: so the tissue argument doesn't count? so...    once the ***** leaves the body of a male.... it is the sole possession of a female?" sign me up for euthanasia... please! send me to gaßkammern! might as well cut my testicles off! employ me as a ******* castrato for holding the harem ***** free... so i can't ********* did i forget my napkin, or did my bride forget her ***** just asking...               so... as long as my ***** remains in my, or on a tissue, flushed down a toilet... but them she takes over the ownership?            she gets the bigoted bargain and bias?                        **** me...             i'm sure a Rabbi would argue that a 16 year old is always ready... because... given the current secular year p.s. a.d. that's always true...                so i can't... **** off...    wait a minute... but i haven't been circumcised...             look at me! woo woo! next time i ********* into a woman... i'll secure some wolf ***** into a syringe... and then implant a Frankenstein experiment into her... my... didn't a woman, epitome... make a case for desiring vampires & werewolves?        **** it... let's make josef mengele 2.0,                          i'm ready... i'm craving for the laboratory...      but... clearly... you're not... given...    can a woman really claim such ownership?                  i must make an equal claim... whatever i ********* into a tissue and flush it down a toilet... has to become a pseudo crocodile child of the deep...      if only i was born in the end of the 19th century... my Auschwitz would have looked much more differently... i would have attempted less twin experiments... to curate a cure for the Siamese... i would have injected women with wolf ***** such a mild, childhood fantasy...                    and people worried about the treatment of           heretics by the church in         the Renaissance; if i were the primordial evil of the 20th century... i'd pocket my concerns... where i began the 21st century with.
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DAYS of the dead men, Danny. Drum for the dead, drum on your remembering heart. Jaures, a great love-heart of France, a slug of lead in the red valves. Kitchener of Khartoum, tall, cold, proud, a shark's mouthful. Franz Josef, the old man of forty haunted kingdoms, in a tomb with the Hapsburg fathers, moths eating a green uniform to tatters, worms taking all and leaving only bones and gold buttons, bones and iron crosses. Jack London, Jim Riley, Verhaeren, riders to the republic of dreams. Days of the dead, Danny. Drum on your remembering heart.
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josef joseeef the gay one i like you a lot you’re the best jose- i think you're gay but that’s ok because it’s priiide month
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Mar 2, 2025
Mar 2, 2025 at 8:06 PM UTC
voice message from him
I reached enlightenment going 75 on a highway on a summer night No visions of Blake Only spirits of Kerouac and Thelonious Monk beside me as I sat glued to the wheel The psalms read as tail lights The night smelt like memories of Boy Scout camp in the hills I saw all of the kids of the American night as they should be O holy angels Fresh cut sunflower souls Finding cute boys in Nashville or Indiana Breathing in every ounce of childhood nostalgia with cigarette whispers The only cigarettes I smoke are the secondhand whisps from close friends The smell of cigarettes reminds me of lost love No tears of Marx Karl Marx is asleep tonight and all is quiet Josef Stalin sits in an alley Gut rot drunk and weeping Somewhere in South America Trosky weeps through holes in his head the shape of ice picks O American children Drinking 100 proof distilled American passion A stronger high than all the drugs I have never taken A stronger kick than all the boots of the ones who won't put up with apathy any longer Tonight we are the ones who are holy and crying The chill of the night seeps into my bones and I shake with the earth and with drums and saxophone and everything sounds as it should Paul Robeson my heart goes out to you wherever you are tonight I stand watch so the skeletons of Babylon can throw stones at you no longer The shattered glass reminds us the struggle isn't over O American Angels listen to me ramble I have sat in ecstasy and seen the smile of God and everything will turn out ok Death comes when it has to Don't rush it my friends Until then raise whatever glasses you have as high as you can Use the stones they throw to build your foundation Kiss the ones you know in your heart to be holy Don't worry how loud you are yelling This is America and you don't have to be sorry This is as beautiful as we allow it to be This is as many tears as we can afford Only saints cry on Thursdays And tonight the wisdom of sages are written on bathroom stalls for whoever cares enough to read it Bless everyone who sneezes Don't  tell yourself that you aren't enough Don't fool yourself that there is an enough You are already as complete as you can be You are the sunflower soul You are enlightenment Going 75 Down a highway In the American night
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Jun 29, 2016
Jun 29, 2016 at 11:46 PM UTC
Enlightenment
I reached enlightenment going 75 on a highway on a summer night No visions of Blake Only spirits of Kerouac and Thelonious Monk beside me as I sat glued to the wheel The psalms read as tail lights The night smelt like memories of Boy Scout camp in the hills I saw all of the kids of the American night as they should be O holy angels Fresh cut sunflower souls Finding cute boys in Nashville or Indiana Breathing in every ounce of childhood nostalgia with cigarette whispers The only cigarettes I smoke are the secondhand whisps from close friends The smell of cigarettes reminds me of lost love No tears of Marx Karl Marx is asleep tonight and all is quiet Josef Stalin sits in an alley Gut rot drunk and weeping Somewhere in South America Trosky weeps through holes in his head the shape of ice picks O American children Drinking 100 proof distilled American passion A stronger high than all the drugs I have never taken A stronger kick than all the boots of the ones who won't put up with apathy any longer Tonight we are the ones who are holy and crying The chill of the night seeps into my bones and I shake with the earth and with drums and saxophone and everything sounds as it should Paul Robeson my heart goes out to you wherever you are tonight I stand watch so the skeletons of Babylon can throw stones at you no longer The shattered glass reminds us the struggle isn't over O American Angels listen to me ramble I have sat in ecstasy and seen the smile of God and everything will turn out ok Death comes when it has to Don't rush it my friends Until then raise whatever glasses you have as high as you can Use the stones they throw to build your foundation Kiss the ones you know in your heart to be holy Don't worry how loud you are yelling This is America and you don't have to be sorry This is as beautiful as we allow it to be This is as many tears as we can afford Only saints cry on Thursdays And tonight the wisdom of sages are written on bathroom stalls for whoever cares enough to read it Bless everyone who sneezes Don't  tell yourself that you aren't enough Don't fool yourself that there is an enough You are already as complete as you can be You are the sunflower soul You are enlightenment Going 75 Down a highway In the American night
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If she could have got inside her head, Nadya thinks, she is sure, her mind can expand like an inner universe. The thoughts moving around like lost planets, clusters of stars, images, words, faces, actions remembered. If she could just put her hand into a hidden orifice and reach into her brain and sort amongst the galaxies of ideas she could be brighter, braver, wiser, and there clinging to certain ideas associations like Proust’s madeleines would be old loves, broken heart moments, melodies from favourite songs. Josef has told her to leave off the ***** to put away the bottles, drink water, tea or whatever. But he does not satisfy. His love making is a joke, all push and poke. Sometimes she thinks her thoughts come out of her head and dance. Time for another drink. She thinks of Paris. Summers past, spring walks. Josef’s endless chatter breaks in; those all too intellectual boring talks. She imagines him as another, pretends some young Russian overeager tends to her, embraces her body, kisses each inch of her flesh, pleasure giving. No more of this boring life, more of that wild, touching the new, exploring *** living.
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Jul 21, 2012
Jul 21, 2012 at 4:22 AM UTC
NADYA IMAGINES.
Deceit, false flags waving. Accusations, Gavel of Injustice. Apate controls your mind. Mentiras, Você mente. Crying witches bodies in the river. Forest rituals laughter and dance. The Crucible, great Aurther. White coated, glass-eyed Judge John Hawthorne, you are. Don't believe Abigail Williams Salem witch trials commence. Screaming ****** ****** Witchcraft! Sociopathy! Don't throw me in the river. Believe the innocent. 5 lives, central park 5 liars are adults, kids are angels. Don't throw me behind bars. Erro de diagnóstico. White walls, white lies empty promises, filled pockets lamb in wolf´s cave. Happy little pills. Serotonin, mess up his mind make him an empty shell. **** him up, porque quem se importa. White angel in white hell. Josef Mengele, don't touch me evildoer, you are. **** salute go back to screaming Heil ****** Touch me once, I will resist. Tell me twice, I will talk. Tame me thrice, I will scream. Trail of final letters, suicídio.
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Feb 1, 2020
Feb 1, 2020 at 2:11 PM UTC
Misdiagnosis
Tryouts starring musical prodigies  and/or an attendant conductor attempt to approach ambient chorus divinely exhibited from Gaia's handiwork heavenly invoking kapellmeister's magnificent nonchalant outlook piquantly, quintessentially, repertoire sensately striking unmatched vast wisdom yielding, zephyr air albeit creativity engineered from groundswell harmony juxtaposed, kindled, linkedin, manifesting noteworthy opulent philharmonic recording transcribing universal veritable webbed wide world. Wunderkinds yield Ziggurat acme approximated asymptote bequeathing celestial Doppelganger Earthly emulations formulating fractal glinting highlighting ineffable joie de vivre jostling, keen kindling, la la land legerdemain lifting logic lording Ludwig (Josef Johann) Wittgenstein. 
 Yelping zoological apostle Al affidavit Gore handily heaping hubristically invocation jolting kickstart measures nipping nixed noblesse oblige opera  quickening quotidian rapid ruination sans supreme teetering upended venerated wise with acumen arithmetical Benoit Mandelbrot chasing far-fetched ideas  lightyears menacing nihilism purging ogres opportunistically resplendently ripping revered tankard tipping unstoppably vanquishing varietal whipsawing wonderfully wrapt yawning youngsters warfare written wrought yanking zestfully crushing environmental family granting Herculean instant karma malevolent, opprobrious pronouncement quiet riot silencing severely tragic ubiquitous vicious wreckage yikyaks apemen cleft Earth. ************************************************* Future foragers denounce capitalistic bamboozlers aggression zealots wrought trashing quintessential naked kingdoms issue flotsam coagulates zonal wastelands torquing quality NON killing habitats Earth bleached yellowed voodoo ruins.
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Aug 21, 2017
Aug 21, 2017 at 12:12 AM UTC
Symphonic Quiescent Overture – Maestro Kant Imitate
Tryouts starring musical prodigies  and/or an attendant conductor attempt to approach ambient chorus divinely exhibited from Gaia's handiwork heavenly invoking kapellmeister's magnificent nonchalant outlook piquantly, quintessentially, repertoire sensately striking unmatched vast wisdom yielding, zephyr air albeit creativity engineered from groundswell harmony juxtaposed, kindled, linkedin, manifesting noteworthy opulent philharmonic recording transcribing universal veritable webbed wide world. Wunderkinds yield Ziggurat acme approximated asymptote bequeathing celestial Doppelganger Earthly emulations formulating fractal glinting highlighting ineffable joie de vivre jostling, keen kindling, la la land legerdemain lifting logic lording Ludwig (Josef Johann) Wittgenstein. 
 Yelping zoological apostle Al affidavit Gore handily heaping hubristically invocation jolting kickstart measures nipping nixed noblesse oblige opera  quickening quotidian rapid ruination sans supreme teetering upended venerated wise with acumen arithmetical Benoit Mandelbrot chasing far-fetched ideas  lightyears menacing nihilism purging ogres opportunistically resplendently ripping revered tankard tipping unstoppably vanquishing varietal whipsawing wonderfully wrapt yawning youngsters warfare written wrought yanking zestfully crushing environmental family granting Herculean instant karma malevolent, opprobrious pronouncement quiet riot silencing severely tragic ubiquitous vicious wreckage yikyaks apemen cleft Earth. ************************************************* Future foragers denounce capitalistic bamboozlers aggression zealots wrought trashing quintessential naked kingdoms issue flotsam coagulates zonal wastelands torquing quality NON killing habitats Earth bleached yellowed voodoo ruins.
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Josef K. has gone away And left his trial for all the days That I can stand with bloodied eyes That can no longer see the light I will not see my sea in waste I will not sea the see of taste I will not love your absurd ways Josef K. has gone away And left his trial for all days
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Nov 28, 2012
Nov 28, 2012 at 12:01 PM UTC
Trial of Error
even i can counter the horrors of imaginaging the experiments of josef mengele, namely? experimenting with implating wolf, or ape ***** into female ovaries; if i only had the resources... i'd begin with a twin project, implanting male ***** of humans into these animals... thank god i'm not rich enough to allow just perversity to take place... imagine mingling wolf or ape ***** with female ovaries.... almost a shame to recount the aesthetics of gunther von hagens... being shamed... or rather turned into stigmata artefacts... come the second look, the **** experiments were merely brute force, with not momentum of a mary shelley imagination; that sole feminist i can attest to, as being truant of the feminine form in the sense of expressing an anti-sex cranium... structure... the **** extremes seem so crude by my romance of science; it could almost be permitted, to implant the ***** of a feral creature into a civil body of an experimented upon woman.... how crude the **** imagination when compared to such wild dreams... even as failures, to be expected, the still potential chance of a hybrid... well... if the jews can build their walls, i can craft my own fancies to search for fear in the hearts of the current men.
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Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 11:51 PM UTC
an imagination to counter the horrors of josef mengele / ode to gunther von hagens
Retirado en la paz de estos desiertos, Con pocos, pero doctos libros juntos, Vivo en conversación con los difuntos, Y escucho con mis ojos a los muertos.Si no siempre entendidos, siempre abiertos, O enmiendan, o fecundan mis asuntos; Y en músicos callados contrapuntos Al sueño de la vida hablan despiertos.Las Grandes Almas que la Muerte ausenta, De injurias de los años vengadora, Libra, ¡oh gran Don Josef, docta la Imprenta.En fuga irrevocable huye la hora; Pero aquélla el mejor cálculo cuenta, Que en la lección y estudios nos mejora.
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Algunos años antes de su prisión última, me envió este excelente soneto, desde la torre
Transforming into another rage listen to the Sounds of Gage Plow body shatter blood Spatter Now the system 30 lbs fatter Off in the hearse Tell me where you go after the curse? Is Written fruits I ate on are Forbidden Karma hot as a kitchen what's that hittin' Top of dome head trauma Who want to bring the drama? Galore ******** we leave Enemies drenched in sweat And they just bore Me my epitome can't get any worse Never the last I place first So I can see my foes trailing behind Sometimes I wish I could rewind The days of wayback before I Knew how to rap on an A Track Never been never gonna Slack Countin my Mints Cogitating?? Where my paper at? The stacks in Bundle King of the Rhyming Jungle life's an Unsolved Mystery Enticed to Glory Fame then In comes the Misery Agony Ya burning like a Match Short fuse soon to turn Black Cuz ya luck ran out So listen to the Josef Cuz I'm about To get Busy drivin' a Benzie S 500 with chrome Trim Keep the Lights Dim so I can Meditate the words on ya Noggin foggin Memory collapse noe its Joggin Now ya taking a trip To La La Land the Land you never come Back from and ya left ya Family On Earth death catching mirth Ain't no Lie just a little Snippet of What will happen if you Die??
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Dec 1, 2017
Dec 1, 2017 at 3:42 AM UTC
What Happens When Ya Die?
I am birthed from the verdant forest Upon your openness Distant surf breaks murmuring Upon my grateful sailor’s ears Under foot a tapestry of woven sand In myriad patterns delights my downcast eyes I open my palms to swallow the beauty My heartaches ebb away Like the tidewater before me In reverence I am alone I am free
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May 27, 2019
May 27, 2019 at 10:31 AM UTC
San Josef Bay