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Koi ghilla na ab aur na koi shikayaat hogee Ab jo mohobat tujsay hoge,wo bakamaal hoge... Dekh liya hai jo  mizaaj hummnay teraa Koi khata na ab aur na koi kammee hogeee Humpay jo karam huva tha,aaj  samj aanay laga Pehle  shayed tanha thay,aaj har taraf shor behnay laga Huvi jo gustakhi ,andher khudkay jank naa sakhay samma unki mohobat ka , Na janay khudpay kabsay chalnay laga.... shambal  raha tha jo dheery dheery,lo aaj bikharnay do zara Kuch apni tasveer mai,rang merey b bharnay do zara Koi inaam ** teray kabil ,rakhdu wo terey kadmou mai Laikin tujsa naa kio aur na  tere jaisi koi hogee.... Ab jo Inayat tujpay hoge,wo lazawaal hogee.. khaaboon mai kho kr hum haqeeqat ko jaan naa sakhay Sab tha pani he pani par hum kuch pebchaan naa sakhay Zindagi ki mojoo pay sawaar hum bataktey rehai veeran-e-samandar mai Muntazir mai sahil unka tha ,par hum kuch dekh naa sakhay.. Ilteja jo kabhi kee hee nhi,aaj jee bhar k faryaad karnay do zara Dabay zakhmu ko andher he andher aaj samandar karnay do zara Hai qabool ab sab tera,zindagi mai bas shamil hoga   Rahai naa sansay mujmai sahee,Laikin  judaa naa Rumi say tu hogee Ab jo ebadaat tujpay hogee,wo bemisaal hogee.. ########penned by Aabid Rumi
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Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 3:29 PM UTC
Khataye mohobat
I On a little piece of wood, Mr. Spikky Sparrow stood; Mrs. Sparrow sate close by, A-making of an insect pie, For her little children five, In the nest and all alive, Singing with a cheerful smile To amuse them all the while, Twikky wikky wikky wee, Wikky bikky twikky tee, Spikky bikky bee! II Mrs. Spikky Sparrow said, 'Spikky, Darling! in my head 'Many thoughts of trouble come, 'Like to flies upon a plum! 'All last night, among the trees, 'I heard you cough, I heard you sneeze; 'And, thought I, it's come to that 'Because he does not wear a hat! 'Chippy wippy sikky tee! 'Bikky wikky tikky mee! 'Spikky chippy wee! III 'Not that you are growing old, 'But the nights are growing cold. 'No one stays out all night long 'Without a hat: I'm sure it's wrong!' Mr. Spikky said 'How kind, 'Dear! you are, to speak your mind! 'All your life I wish you luck! 'You are! you are! a lovely duck! 'Witchy witchy witchy wee! 'Twitchy witchy witchy bee! Tikky tikky tee! IV 'I was also sad, and thinking, 'When one day I saw you winking, 'And I heard you sniffle-snuffle, 'And I saw your feathers ruffle; 'To myself I sadly said, 'She's neuralgia in her head! 'That dear head has nothing on it! 'Ought she not to wear a bonnet? 'Witchy kitchy kitchy wee? 'Spikky wikky mikky bee? 'Chippy wippy chee? V 'Let us both fly up to town! 'There I'll buy you such a gown! 'Which, completely in the fashion, 'You shall tie a sky-blue sash on. 'And a pair of slippers neat, 'To fit your darling little feet, 'So that you will look and feel, 'Quite galloobious and genteel! 'Jikky wikky bikky see, 'Chicky bikky wikky bee, 'Twikky witchy wee!' VI So they both to London went, Alighting on the Monument, Whence they flew down swiftly--pop, Into Moses' wholesale shop; There they bought a hat and bonnet, And a gown with spots upon it, A satin sash of Cloxam blue, And a pair of slippers too. Zikky wikky mikky bee, Witchy witchy mitchy kee, Sikky tikky wee. VII Then when so completely drest, Back they flew and reached their nest. Their children cried, 'O Ma and Pa! 'How truly beautiful you are!' Said they, 'We trust that cold or pain 'We shall never feel again! 'While, perched on tree, or house, or steeple, 'We now shall look like other people. 'Witchy witchy witchy wee, 'Twikky mikky bikky bee, Zikky sikky tee.'
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Mr. And Mrs. Spikky Sparrow
I On a little piece of wood, Mr. Spikky Sparrow stood; Mrs. Sparrow sate close by, A-making of an insect pie, For her little children five, In the nest and all alive, Singing with a cheerful smile To amuse them all the while, Twikky wikky wikky wee, Wikky bikky twikky tee, Spikky bikky bee! II Mrs. Spikky Sparrow said, 'Spikky, Darling! in my head 'Many thoughts of trouble come, 'Like to flies upon a plum! 'All last night, among the trees, 'I heard you cough, I heard you sneeze; 'And, thought I, it's come to that 'Because he does not wear a hat! 'Chippy wippy sikky tee! 'Bikky wikky tikky mee! 'Spikky chippy wee! III 'Not that you are growing old, 'But the nights are growing cold. 'No one stays out all night long 'Without a hat: I'm sure it's wrong!' Mr. Spikky said 'How kind, 'Dear! you are, to speak your mind! 'All your life I wish you luck! 'You are! you are! a lovely duck! 'Witchy witchy witchy wee! 'Twitchy witchy witchy bee! Tikky tikky tee! IV 'I was also sad, and thinking, 'When one day I saw you winking, 'And I heard you sniffle-snuffle, 'And I saw your feathers ruffle; 'To myself I sadly said, 'She's neuralgia in her head! 'That dear head has nothing on it! 'Ought she not to wear a bonnet? 'Witchy kitchy kitchy wee? 'Spikky wikky mikky bee? 'Chippy wippy chee? V 'Let us both fly up to town! 'There I'll buy you such a gown! 'Which, completely in the fashion, 'You shall tie a sky-blue sash on. 'And a pair of slippers neat, 'To fit your darling little feet, 'So that you will look and feel, 'Quite galloobious and genteel! 'Jikky wikky bikky see, 'Chicky bikky wikky bee, 'Twikky witchy wee!' VI So they both to London went, Alighting on the Monument, Whence they flew down swiftly--pop, Into Moses' wholesale shop; There they bought a hat and bonnet, And a gown with spots upon it, A satin sash of Cloxam blue, And a pair of slippers too. Zikky wikky mikky bee, Witchy witchy mitchy kee, Sikky tikky wee. VII Then when so completely drest, Back they flew and reached their nest. Their children cried, 'O Ma and Pa! 'How truly beautiful you are!' Said they, 'We trust that cold or pain 'We shall never feel again! 'While, perched on tree, or house, or steeple, 'We now shall look like other people. 'Witchy witchy witchy wee, 'Twikky mikky bikky bee, Zikky sikky tee.'
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the lakewater near the banks darken with the shadows of coniferous trees not unlike the way my ***** darkened just the other evening with transgression and i find myself waiting,arcing the ash from my cigarette in fiery transient streaks. this is north west angle's public dock, a sunken relic of the anishinabe appropriately too young to be old just like the ******* rest of us. kee no wahh she spits with conviction, her forked tongue a testament to the near science fiction that keeps its ugly head low to the ground in the backwater communities of rural ontario and manitoba and saskatchewan and beyond. purple and yellow and green galaxies span across the deep space of my neck and that's good enough, they reckon, to land me in the passenger's seat. now the sun's shallow beneath the canadian shield leaving only a violent, open **** on the skyline and the watered down blood of ritual sacrifice to filter up through the cheesecloth of the underbrush and effectively discolour the poplars in a pastel identical to the lining of my **** so ask me how many children have been stranded on the pallid, uneven terrain of my thighs and i'll stop making references to my ******
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Feb 22, 2010
Feb 22, 2010 at 10:12 AM UTC
pow wow grounds
Khudi ko kar buland itna ke har taqdeer sai pehlay Khuda banday sai khud poochay bta teri raza kya hai Raise yourself to such heights so before every destined act God Himself asks His creation, what is it your desire Kee Muhammad (S.A.W) sai wafa toonay to hum tairay hain Ye jahan cheez hai kya loh o kalam tairay hain If you are loyal to Muhammad (S.A.W) we are yours  This universe is nothing, the Tablet and the Pen are yours (Allama Iqbal) May it be Saadi Or may it be Sherazi Mansur or Sachal Sarmast May it be Rumi or Shams Rabia Basri or Ganj Bakhsh Bhatai or Baba Rehman Ghani Khan or Allama Iqbal All these God-gifted saints went by giving the same message Spreading the same thought The one and unique The message of the Truth Under a million veils lie Behold, The one and only Allah...
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Nov 9, 2017
Nov 9, 2017 at 11:24 AM UTC
'Tribute to Allama Iqbal'
I tasted just a little bit of ***** as I drank another cider after ******* in the mint in the front of my house now, given, I was smoking a spliff and coughing my *** off but ******* it tasted mostly of the three-star chicken Pad Kee Mao I ate some hours earlier and just barely of my peanut m&m dessert
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May 5, 2021
May 5, 2021 at 2:59 PM UTC
Something Cider
There once was an Eskimo! Named Es-kee-mo-mo! He was of Somolian Antartician, Persuasion! Just about this big, Jaggedly he roamed about the country, In search of some gravity. Little did Es-kee-mo-mo know, But what he looking for in fact, Was his long lost sack. He searched long and hard, Along the tundriatic terrain, But he never did quite find, The bag ya dig? They must have jumped out, He hollered quite loud, Enough to cause an avalanche, Swept away in the wave, Ol’ Es-kee-mo-mo couldn't believe, That right up on top of the cliff, Was his sack shining in the light.
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Nov 15, 2012
Nov 15, 2012 at 11:18 PM UTC
THERE ONCE WAS AN ESKIMO
mera dil jayapur bhaarat mein dhadakata hai ~my heart beats in Jaipur India~ Dil ko tumse pyar hua Jayapur ~my heart fell in love with you in Jayspur India~ mera dil ham jayapur bhaarat mein toot gaya ~my heart is broken in Jayapur India~ ~all the way to America.~ mera dil ham sabhee tarah se tod diya amerika aur vaapas karane ke lie mera dil bhaarat se lekar amerika aur peechhe tak toota hua hai It just means My heart is broken all the way from India to America and back. that's the beauty of being s poetess we can dream aware that dreams don't always come true ek kavayitree hone ke naate yahee khoobasooratee hai ham sapane dekhate hain ki sabhee sapane sach nahin hote hain ~~~~~ My dear Hello Poetry I didn't cared for followers nor comments or denied suns I was looking for my true love. mere priy ech.pee sun mujhe pholoars kament kee paravaah nahin thee aur na hee sooraj sun mujhe apane sachche pyaar kee talaash thee I found my beloved asleep deep in my heart mainne apane priy ko apane dil kee gaharaiyon mein soya paaya. ~just waiting for my kiss.~ bas mere chumban ke lie intajaar. Just waiting for my kiss. ~~ By Karijinbba 06-2021
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Jun 23, 2021
Jun 23, 2021 at 4:32 PM UTC
My heart beats in Jaipur India
twitchley body funds my eyesight, endorsing social security of the mind-- the free market of my inhibitions deci des to monopolize the rights to my soul as a crown corporation but we'll nationa lize again again with the help of shock d octrine-- flinching in the light you called the office of internal affairs regarding mat ters of the heart, but but but it was left to open classrooms to tell you what and how to live yer life, and nothing more. who kee ps anyone different? who holds them to sim ilar? what makes me no h2o and what mak es you no granite? because last night we cal led you drunk and you called us sober. no one picked up the comments and no one pic ked up the phone. crippled and meaningless, nihilism felt obliged to die. i felt obliged to die. i felt obliged to leave myself alone, or risk seei ng me again. the noose cooperated and collapsed and collapsed, and collapsed. this is not a suicide note. it is a sidenote and you will find me beating deep inside yer chest.
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Jan 17, 2014
Jan 17, 2014 at 8:46 PM UTC
please try again later
Lamentation of a slight Indian girl wearing a perfect tiny Sari as her grandmother insisted she eat something, holding a morsel partially unwrapped I couldn't understand a word she said But everything was clear Anna Kee Do. Over and over As grandmother increased her sales pitch to the point that I was ready to eat it The girl would not budge grandma turned to me and gave me a wry smile
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Nov 24, 2012
Nov 24, 2012 at 6:16 PM UTC
Anna Kee Doo
That sad moment When your fingers can’t type acros the keybboard. Because itall runs together like something From another time whe nthings were less Than they are now. It’ s always easier, you know, With less. Always easier when hnds run smoothly Over the snow or the leaes or the sun Because they arent shaking quite like they are Now. Now, with more thought, more feared, more lost To the losing of days that always leave, evntually. More to keep you up at night as your hands Shake but tryto type throug it anyway. More To keeep you distracted from yourself But also more to kee pyou all too concentrated On the world, thatthing that makes you rhands shake, Tha thng thatis always more thn you want itto be.
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Mar 1, 2014
Mar 1, 2014 at 2:15 PM UTC
There isn't much to be done about it
aapki yaad  dil mein liye  bainte hain hum aahat  suni tho dil kee khid-kee se jhaank lete hain hum palkon ko moond kar aapki haseen tasveer ka deedar kar lete hum bhej raha hoon tasveer apni jhalak aapki us ko mil jaye soch kar tasahlee kar lenge  hum aapki yaad  dil mein liye  bainte hain hum ------------------------------------- English Translation Memory I sit with your memory deep in my heart I hear something I peek outside the window of my heart I close my eyelids your sublime image is what I see my sweetheart to you I send my picture a glimpse of you sure it will get the thought of which will ease my heart I sit with your memory deep in my heart
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Jul 13, 2022
Jul 13, 2022 at 10:45 PM UTC
Yaad (Hindi)
Cahtee hai tujhko is baat se inkaar kyon kere hum.. Galati tere nehi hai, aur sahi hum bhi nehi hai, magar, Ek kasmakash chalti hai dil aur dimag kee beech, hum chaa ker bhi dil ki suun nehi pate, is baat se inkar kyon kere hum.. Bhoola dena chatee hai tujhko magar nehi bhula patee, is baat se inkaar kyon kere hum.. Ek namee sii aye hai ankho mai phir bhi muskurate hai tere samne, is baat see inkar kyon kere hum.. Hume lagta hai kii tere bina naa jii sakenge, magar khud se yee izhaar kyon keren hum .. Mana tujhe kho diya magar khone ka ehsas kyon keren hum..
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Jul 16, 2018
Jul 16, 2018 at 6:26 PM UTC
Inkaar kyon keren hum..
KeeLee Anahata That's my daughters name Repeat it, you know you wanta Never changes but never the same Kee meaning key to unlock so many doors Lee means healer, shaman if you will Anahata is of the heart chakra that soars My little KeyHealer of the hearts you fill Darling you bring so much inspiration To every thing you meet Your energy a overflowing warm sensation People just have to take a seat Or some dance and jump in joy Cuz the beautiful smile you bring With those eyes you stop girl or boy And make them want to sing So much happiness Love, laughter and light That you have bless Me with the gift of new sight Yes there is still dark in this world But I will be here through it all In my arms you can always curl When you feel your going to fall Soon you will be talking Letting the world know you Straight to running skip walking There's always more to learn and do You will bring so much to life My shinny star in the night The silver lining through the strife Our healing love will be alright.
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Feb 23, 2016
Feb 23, 2016 at 2:16 PM UTC
My Key Healer of the Heart
I live trying to not exhaust myself by keeping up. But trying not to fall behind as that can be just as bad. Just sticking to the middle and remaining there. Average. Inbetween the top and the bottom. Unseen and overlooked.
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May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 11:43 AM UTC
Average
Kee my heart with you To ease your aching passion I shan't take away In this life lost dead body See, there is no use of beat.
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Jul 29, 2013
Jul 29, 2013 at 11:37 AM UTC
The Last Keepsake for You
Sunn jara apne aap ki.. Kya kehta hai mann tujhe uss baat kii.. Suun jara apne aap ki.. Duniyaan toh sunati hee hai aur sunati hee rahegi.. Tu sabki sunn pr pehle sunn apne aap ki.. Jo tera mann hai wo tujhe bahut jagah le jayega kabhi yha toh kabhi waha na jane kaha -kaha bhatkayega.... Aur tu bhatak bhi jayegaa.. Par jo tu raaste par bhatak ke wapes apne manzil tak naa aaya toh tu hara hua kehlayega... Aur chote -chote kadam aur baaton se tu isse tarah larkharayega par aakhir me chalna tujhe khud hee aajayega... Issliye sunn mat kise kee baat kii.. Pehle sunn jara apne aap ki.
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Oct 20, 2020
Oct 20, 2020 at 9:08 AM UTC
Sunn jara....
Yaha rishton ke jaal mee aapko fasaya jata hai... Aur jab aap uss rishte ke bandhan mee bandh gye aap toh aapko apne matalb ke liye uksaya jata hai.... Jab matlab bakhubi nikal jaye toh aapko wapes see bewakoof banaya jata hai... Aur yee silsila hai jaari iss duniyaan kaa waah re duniyaan tu bhi na jane kitne rang ek girgit kee tarah dekhata jata hai.... Na puchoo haal uss saksh kaa jo apne sakshiyat bhula kee dusre kee kaam aata hai... aur anntt mee usee saksh ko ek pagal kaha jata hai... Waah ree duniyaan tu bhi na janeee kitnee logic lgataa hai.
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Oct 19, 2020
Oct 19, 2020 at 12:54 AM UTC
Waah re Duniyaan....
The coquí’s screech, at its sonic peak reaches 80 decibels, as loud as the lawnmower my father breaks his back over. We’d rather hear the frogs. Little throats balloon for KO - KEE, KO - KEE a lullaby warm like the water they wade in. All of 1 or 2 inches, but their songs bounce off tin roofs like rainstorms in hurricane season. The children are growing used to the call but the adults resist, they insist it’s not what they grew up with. Invasive species in the USA, best to exterminate, they’re too loud anyway.
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Sep 28, 2017
Sep 28, 2017 at 5:57 PM UTC
El Coquí
Freedom is a gift For you and I From somewhere Not, from masters A slavery masters and freedom is a Devine Hurry up!🔁 Build your present Let you future sleep In a solid comfort Aajaadee kee shubhakaamanaen
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Aug 15, 2020
Aug 15, 2020 at 12:12 PM UTC
Happy Independence
Baton say bhee yeh gham kyon kam naheen hotey Aansuon sey dil k koney nam naheen hote Thee bahut umeed to apnon sey is dil ko kabhee Par hameshaa saath ye hamdam naheen hote Bebasee hansne lagee khaamoshi ab hai goonjtee Band kamron men koyee mausam naheen hote Jab khushee hai naachtee gaatee hai man kee har kalee Un gharon men kyaa kabhee maatam naheen hote Pyaar sab miltaa jinhen ranjish naheen koyee kabhee Kyaa kabhee aise dilon men gham naheen hote Yaad to karte hain unko ham sadaa hee raat din Khwaab men unke kabhee kyaa ham naheen hote
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May 11, 2019
May 11, 2019 at 7:45 AM UTC
Khushi aur gam
Just push through it Push through it it It’ll be over soon Can’t wait for the end I’m gonna be done soon Push through **** Wait No Go back I’m not ready I don’t have time Enough time For Everything I can’t So mucvh to do Why does time Always Do this ? Slip awa y Evaede me . I can t Kee P Uup i Was N’tt R E Ad Y
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Feb 27, 2018
Feb 27, 2018 at 9:42 PM UTC
Not Ready
December last year was so damped and fogged But this year sun bright like I am in the middle of spring Are December always a month of emotion, A road to drown in delicate-delusion As a rose drink poisoning poison Realize I give so much attention to the thing I can't hold forever Instead my wish is "never say never" Anywhere this all gonna lead us to, I just wanna let you remember my words You are amazing and God sent you To be my muse, you revoluted my world What should be prepare for a goodbye Is there even good in a bye? And what about December next year and after Shall I fake my heart remember? My Kee, hope I understand you as you understood me Dec,2018
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Jan 4, 2019
Jan 4, 2019 at 1:38 AM UTC
Warm December
*(           ) (*               believe me, that's ****** up... i'm looking at the moon thinking... lunar years?              is it the right time to begin that sort of strategy?      so what's a crying face? *)           ( )*                      like i thought... in the former the eyes are "crying" and the mouth is smiling...           and in the latter case the eyes are "smiling",     but the smile is drooping.           just **** me... but keep the irony; no, really, **** your english acronyms,                       and emoticon stressors while discussing pronouns...                 **** off!           stick to the emoticons, don't get involved in pronouns... like i already stressed...       it is no longer a pronoun, it's a noun...              thanks to your "ingenious" approach to restricting language the communist never or would ever          do... i swear communism was never linguistic based, or cultural,    but simply economic biased. no? **** i was lied to for the better half of the 20th century.                    **** me... try resurrecting the nazis at this point... ha ha...        what shitstorm would come about; they'd be zombie slowly speaking german...           ah---------r, v---------e-----e-----s               e-------------dio-----------ts-------- joe-------------kee--------------ing?                reflex: no?!                                  oi! stefan! heinrich! the cattle-carts!    where they're going?              auschwitz!                                   or as i like to call it: dißneyland.       whenever in doubt,                    colon + inverted commas, or : mmm, mmm + " ",                       or the heresy of colon, :,              and italics.          like i once said: is that supposed to be quoted....      or unquoted? three people talking at once, is that the format of christianity? stephen hawkings playing basketball                           at the paraolympics? australia at the eurovision song contest?! never got to grips with the difference between the linguistic zoological enclosure difference, staged between the cages '        '                    and "               ";                                 and i haven't found anyone to explain this phenomenon to me.
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Jun 13, 2017
Jun 13, 2017 at 8:23 PM UTC
copernican oops / dißneyland
*(           ) (*               believe me, that's ****** up... i'm looking at the moon thinking... lunar years?              is it the right time to begin that sort of strategy?      so what's a crying face? *)           ( )*                      like i thought... in the former the eyes are "crying" and the mouth is smiling...           and in the latter case the eyes are "smiling",     but the smile is drooping.           just **** me... but keep the irony; no, really, **** your english acronyms,                       and emoticon stressors while discussing pronouns...                 **** off!           stick to the emoticons, don't get involved in pronouns... like i already stressed...       it is no longer a pronoun, it's a noun...              thanks to your "ingenious" approach to restricting language the communist never or would ever          do... i swear communism was never linguistic based, or cultural,    but simply economic biased. no? **** i was lied to for the better half of the 20th century.                    **** me... try resurrecting the nazis at this point... ha ha...        what shitstorm would come about; they'd be zombie slowly speaking german...           ah---------r, v---------e-----e-----s               e-------------dio-----------ts-------- joe-------------kee--------------ing?                reflex: no?!                                  oi! stefan! heinrich! the cattle-carts!    where they're going?              auschwitz!                                   or as i like to call it: dißneyland.       whenever in doubt,                    colon + inverted commas, or : mmm, mmm + " ",                       or the heresy of colon, :,              and italics.          like i once said: is that supposed to be quoted....      or unquoted? three people talking at once, is that the format of christianity? stephen hawkings playing basketball                           at the paraolympics? australia at the eurovision song contest?! never got to grips with the difference between the linguistic zoological enclosure difference, staged between the cages '        '                    and "               ";                                 and i haven't found anyone to explain this phenomenon to me.
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#My relational cat shows up  for a chat oh, of course-- and some food:   with few ***** to give--       but it's all good     Or few-fucks it seems. The kee  I-thot to be a self-centered snot has turned out to be the kee of-my dreams. I can understand  kitty kitty kitty kitty;  and I can now  see that it's me that's been ****** ****** ****** ******  or so it seems.         Or so it seems. When I think that I'm bad--  or have-given all that I-had--  kee somehow finds a way to show me--          I'm the man          of her dreams. Kitty kitty kitty kee. kitty kitty #
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Oct 29, 2019
Oct 29, 2019 at 1:59 PM UTC
kee, my relational cat