"kickstarted" poems - Hello Poetry

Alcatragedy, aesthetics, and a Bubbly feeling beneath our feet. Let's Cruise between channels; there's no need to meet. Re- Doxx on Galaxy's Extremeties typeset whatever is Faked, overridden, and Glistening in chic. Hybristophilionic puressure Infracts upon the fourth wall we seek, Jicking, ticking, trickling in. (Kickstarted convection) Life is beyond a stream... Minuet attraction Null, neo, and novelty 0.0 Pulse or minus me. Quantitative lacerations, fantasy and a fascination Recreations masking Softsations Taint my rose and wildest dreams! Unphasing Vermillion reasons to like it. Wordless, grinding sonar screams; Isle, Xana, et tu. Rumble a shy oasis in Yeses, twos, and please Zzz

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May 30, 2015

May 30, 2015 at 7:01 PM UTC

etceterotic

Static (Abecedarian)

Alcatragedy, aesthetics, and a Bubbly feeling beneath our feet. Let's Cruise between channels; there's no need to meet. Re- Doxx on Galaxy's Extremeties typeset whatever is Faked, overridden, and Glistening in chic. Hybristophilionic puressure Infracts upon the fourth wall we seek, Jicking, ticking, trickling in. (Kickstarted convection) Life is beyond a stream... Minuet attraction Null, neo, and novelty 0.0 Pulse or minus me. Quantitative lacerations, fantasy and a fascination Recreations masking Softsations Taint my rose and wildest dreams! Unphasing Vermillion reasons to like it. Wordless, grinding sonar screams; Isle, Xana, et tu. Rumble a shy oasis in Yeses, twos, and please Zzz

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in the arms of a stranger, it's so long to 'how long,' the ending-writ being composed in the arms of a stranger, the surprise, the uncomplicated simplicity of a "yes, why not" the normalcy of the out of the ordinary has a finery that's abnormally kind in a peculiar way & a comfortable shiny finish of a cry and a 'whew,' a laugh, a pause, a kiss on the nose, that's familiar from a who knows me, who knows where, a silence, a kindness to pass the collection plate of stored memory genes now kickstarted hot and then a transition to the here and now of hysterically funny bad jokes, a beer and a wine, and a Samuel Barber adagio that seals some of the open wounds and one can't stop thinking, thank god for the little things, the big ones never get resolved anyway, so the arms of a stranger, the long neck, tan shoulders, the eyes culling a list of unasked questions, looking for the crease in the pauses and an entry point to the decision of crossing the river of no return from the security of being strangers, whose bodies sang a two part harmony coming to a closing, last call from the barkeep lady tossing you your pants with an awshit and the widest Mississippi River grin you've ever seen and she asks do you like steak and laughs when the response is "with extra sizzle and Heinz ketchup" and the answer means the other questions will keep, at least for now and until the violin weeping of a chest breathing hard but slow on the device has played thrice, and the arms of easy are now fraught with the scent of risk, when the next the line is crossed with a followup of "fries or baked potato?" and it's too late, the memory machine has started recording and what is truly strange is that you can't recall what the day of the week tomorrow will be and if you have any plans that must be kept and that doesn't seem to be of any concern of anybody in the immediate vicinity of the her who's unconsciously humming the wholly appropriate, interesting choice, best love song, that Dolly Parton ever wrote^

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Jun 12, 2017

Jun 12, 2017 at 5:51 PM UTC

onlylovepoetry

in the arms of a stranger

in the arms of a stranger, it's so long to 'how long,' the ending-writ being composed in the arms of a stranger, the surprise, the uncomplicated simplicity of a "yes, why not" the normalcy of the out of the ordinary has a finery that's abnormally kind in a peculiar way & a comfortable shiny finish of a cry and a 'whew,' a laugh, a pause, a kiss on the nose, that's familiar from a who knows me, who knows where, a silence, a kindness to pass the collection plate of stored memory genes now kickstarted hot and then a transition to the here and now of hysterically funny bad jokes, a beer and a wine, and a Samuel Barber adagio that seals some of the open wounds and one can't stop thinking, thank god for the little things, the big ones never get resolved anyway, so the arms of a stranger, the long neck, tan shoulders, the eyes culling a list of unasked questions, looking for the crease in the pauses and an entry point to the decision of crossing the river of no return from the security of being strangers, whose bodies sang a two part harmony coming to a closing, last call from the barkeep lady tossing you your pants with an awshit and the widest Mississippi River grin you've ever seen and she asks do you like steak and laughs when the response is "with extra sizzle and Heinz ketchup" and the answer means the other questions will keep, at least for now and until the violin weeping of a chest breathing hard but slow on the device has played thrice, and the arms of easy are now fraught with the scent of risk, when the next the line is crossed with a followup of "fries or baked potato?" and it's too late, the memory machine has started recording and what is truly strange is that you can't recall what the day of the week tomorrow will be and if you have any plans that must be kept and that doesn't seem to be of any concern of anybody in the immediate vicinity of the her who's unconsciously humming the wholly appropriate, interesting choice, best love song, that Dolly Parton ever wrote^

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I took an arrow to the heart It kickstarted my mind falling apart Stuck, lodged in my heart, you left it there Left me in that undying nightmare Left it buried in my chest Burning with the memories you carved into it Bleeding in the miseries of my numbness

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Nov 12, 2018

Nov 12, 2018 at 10:47 PM UTC

werdnaz

Arrow To The Heart

I took an arrow to the heart It kickstarted my mind falling apart Stuck, lodged in my heart, you left it there Left me in that undying nightmare Left it buried in my chest Burning with the memories you carved into it Bleeding in the miseries of my numbness

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~Before there was a first for anything, sound cleared its throat, to wet the Ocean. Heavenly bodies had the *** of souls, that came into themselves through the ****** of space. Naked as what came along, as naked as what came along...unlayered by mentation. The purest and smoothest drafts, drafting nakedness as the only symbol of arrival. These gods and goddesses that kickstarted the will of Will itself. Are unendingly chanted first and foremost of sound, enchanted to meet anything~

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Mar 30, 2017

Mar 30, 2017 at 12:16 PM UTC

Onoma

To Wet the Ocean

~Before there was a first for anything, sound cleared its throat, to wet the Ocean. Heavenly bodies had the *** of souls, that came into themselves through the ****** of space. Naked as what came along, as naked as what came along...unlayered by mentation. The purest and smoothest drafts, drafting nakedness as the only symbol of arrival. These gods and goddesses that kickstarted the will of Will itself. Are unendingly chanted first and foremost of sound, enchanted to meet anything~

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when we met he smelled like tobacco and vanilla and he looked like trouble maybe he was a little rough and tumble and liked to fight bare-knuckled but he kickstarted my heart right into overdrive

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Apr 14, 2013

Apr 14, 2013 at 6:56 PM UTC

catherine-7

the stranger

when we met he smelled like tobacco and vanilla and he looked like trouble maybe he was a little rough and tumble and liked to fight bare-knuckled but he kickstarted my heart right into overdrive

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Legs Parted Soul Kickstarted Is your heart truly in this again? When will you learn that the stroke of the burn on your slit Won't cure what bit you at birth Craving for earth. When you hope for your existence Is this really all that you can see?

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Sep 1, 2014

Sep 1, 2014 at 4:03 PM UTC

Lifesabeach

Using

Legs Parted Soul Kickstarted Is your heart truly in this again? When will you learn that the stroke of the burn on your slit Won't cure what bit you at birth Craving for earth. When you hope for your existence Is this really all that you can see?

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(alter knit lee titled: vita in oculis nudato) goo goo gaga I wanna yell cuz, synonymous with other wordsmiths, or...well whatever will eire'n burr, a sought after creative passionate pursuit aye tell ye a boot me own aha...eureka insightful revelation explaining ma quotidian writing spell, and phalanges skitter across qwerty keyboard at light in an attempt to quell onslaught tidal wave crashing upon me conscious state pell mell which tsunami flood spongy heady gray matter with hell over high tide heals assailing, bruiting, clobbering this fell low inducing (me) to play Handel's Semantic Water Music on the smallish piccolo cello which Sirens of Tighten, (who just appeared out of thin aire - cuz scriveners can resort to prestidigitation to make appear any necessary entity without rhyme or reason), anyway, this sylph sea Oceanids nymph i.e. mermaids didst dee clear particularly via barely audible verbal communication sotto voce en dear ring gently beckoning affinity this modest heir to secret himself within secluded lair whence, an automatic erectile flickr, kickstarted, levitated, and manifested an instantaneous jubilant kik lobbed me near this seductive, sedulous, and sedum scented sir experienced hypnotic stare charming froto into trance scandent state as if by magic the tubular testicular proboscis didst inflate aptly serving as modus operandi flagellate thus proving a "happy ending" against being celibate.

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Mar 25, 2018

Mar 25, 2018 at 8:04 PM UTC

matthew-scott-harris2p

circadian rhythm flux shoe waits

(alter knit lee titled: vita in oculis nudato) goo goo gaga I wanna yell cuz, synonymous with other wordsmiths, or...well whatever will eire'n burr, a sought after creative passionate pursuit aye tell ye a boot me own aha...eureka insightful revelation explaining ma quotidian writing spell, and phalanges skitter across qwerty keyboard at light in an attempt to quell onslaught tidal wave crashing upon me conscious state pell mell which tsunami flood spongy heady gray matter with hell over high tide heals assailing, bruiting, clobbering this fell low inducing (me) to play Handel's Semantic Water Music on the smallish piccolo cello which Sirens of Tighten, (who just appeared out of thin aire - cuz scriveners can resort to prestidigitation to make appear any necessary entity without rhyme or reason), anyway, this sylph sea Oceanids nymph i.e. mermaids didst dee clear particularly via barely audible verbal communication sotto voce en dear ring gently beckoning affinity this modest heir to secret himself within secluded lair whence, an automatic erectile flickr, kickstarted, levitated, and manifested an instantaneous jubilant kik lobbed me near this seductive, sedulous, and sedum scented sir experienced hypnotic stare charming froto into trance scandent state as if by magic the tubular testicular proboscis didst inflate aptly serving as modus operandi flagellate thus proving a "happy ending" against being celibate.

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Within Pantheon Of Classical Gods stricken with affliction, sans amyotrophic lateral sclerosis (also known as ALS, or Lou Gehrig's disease) in the prime of his youth wrought underestimation, vitiated termination, targeted sequestration, solidified rigidification, rendered quandary, per paralyzation obliterated, nixed navigation, morphed motivation, marked limitation kickstarted infatuation, jinxed immobilization, induced intellectual hyperfunction, garnered fundamental fascination, fanned fabled exploration, devastation demonstrated delectable declaration, cosmological constant comet clinched, chained certain capitulation, brainstormed benefaction, benediction attribution assured. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - his longevity (marked by bing permanently linkedin, hitched, drafted to a custom made wheelchair, his brilliant unsullied scientific genius) endured seventy six orbitz veer ring round the nearest star, though seemingly motionless, he freed their ret tickle physiochemical insight encompassing, revolutionizing, and jaw-dropping, revelations with mortals he did share transcendent seeded plentifully mental limitless groundswell fed his fecund rare if eyed cogitated, formulated, insulated (infinitesimal nook and cranny) force queer lee disproportionate overly endowed capacity bracketed with mar ching madness peer ring with laser, razor, and taser sharp mind (or a minuscule approximate near facsimile thereof) scrutinizing, positing, and discerning astronomical phenomena mere via concentrating gifted limned, and rapacious, though processes affixed with a visage mordantly like King Lear.

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Mar 14, 2018

Mar 14, 2018 at 11:55 PM UTC

matthew-scott-harris2p

Stephen Hawking Perches...

Within Pantheon Of Classical Gods stricken with affliction, sans amyotrophic lateral sclerosis (also known as ALS, or Lou Gehrig's disease) in the prime of his youth wrought underestimation, vitiated termination, targeted sequestration, solidified rigidification, rendered quandary, per paralyzation obliterated, nixed navigation, morphed motivation, marked limitation kickstarted infatuation, jinxed immobilization, induced intellectual hyperfunction, garnered fundamental fascination, fanned fabled exploration, devastation demonstrated delectable declaration, cosmological constant comet clinched, chained certain capitulation, brainstormed benefaction, benediction attribution assured. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - his longevity (marked by bing permanently linkedin, hitched, drafted to a custom made wheelchair, his brilliant unsullied scientific genius) endured seventy six orbitz veer ring round the nearest star, though seemingly motionless, he freed their ret tickle physiochemical insight encompassing, revolutionizing, and jaw-dropping, revelations with mortals he did share transcendent seeded plentifully mental limitless groundswell fed his fecund rare if eyed cogitated, formulated, insulated (infinitesimal nook and cranny) force queer lee disproportionate overly endowed capacity bracketed with mar ching madness peer ring with laser, razor, and taser sharp mind (or a minuscule approximate near facsimile thereof) scrutinizing, positing, and discerning astronomical phenomena mere via concentrating gifted limned, and rapacious, though processes affixed with a visage mordantly like King Lear.

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NAKED BUS She catches the London bus in her fist. Gnaws it...then throws it through the window. Lucky the window wasn't closed. She chews it when teething. Chews its redness - off. She is amazed to see the real thing for the first time. For her her toy has grown into a giant. Then she discovers double-deckers. Counts: "One double-decker bus...two double-decker buses ...24 double decker buses!" It is unbelievably so! Doesn't know she is counting the same bus twice! And now to add to her amazement she encounters a green bus! Will the excitement never end. "The bus has changed its clothes?" she says unsure that this can be so. But now confounded by a bus all in white! Even we have never seen a bus in white. It looks like it has taken all its clothes off. A **** bus! But to her it's worse far worse than that! "The bus has taken it's skin off!" She refuses to go on this skinless bus. We wait for a "normal" bus to somehow appear. And appear it does busy being a red bus. The world of buses restored to its proper order. *** it was just a left over toy of a London red bus that a tourist would buy...it would fit in your fist. It was just around and when she was teething she would gnaw at it...it became a security toy! She thought, I guess, that this was the normal size of a London bus so you can imagine her amazement when the real thing blossomed into being for the first time....the tiny toy had become a monster. She would gasp in wonder that things could be so. So just when she had got used to this then she saw a green bus for the first time and she equally couldn't believe that they could be any other colour than red! Then there was the time when the world went crazy and they're were double decker buses. She just kept coming out with the remarks and then the white bus threw everything she knew outta the window! Over 30 years later a white bus crossed my path and indeed it did look naked as a jaybird or as Tilly then put it- skinless! I never thought of it again until now....there is no memory store I can go to in order to write a poem...it has to organically grow back into place and just the happenstance of a bus being driven to put on its paint clothes or to get dressed with logos kickstarted it all over again. It the kind of thing a poet/father will take out of his wallet and show you an emotional picture of his daughter.

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Jul 30, 2024

Jul 30, 2024 at 7:14 PM UTC

donall-dempsey

NAKED BUS

NAKED BUS She catches the London bus in her fist. Gnaws it...then throws it through the window. Lucky the window wasn't closed. She chews it when teething. Chews its redness - off. She is amazed to see the real thing for the first time. For her her toy has grown into a giant. Then she discovers double-deckers. Counts: "One double-decker bus...two double-decker buses ...24 double decker buses!" It is unbelievably so! Doesn't know she is counting the same bus twice! And now to add to her amazement she encounters a green bus! Will the excitement never end. "The bus has changed its clothes?" she says unsure that this can be so. But now confounded by a bus all in white! Even we have never seen a bus in white. It looks like it has taken all its clothes off. A **** bus! But to her it's worse far worse than that! "The bus has taken it's skin off!" She refuses to go on this skinless bus. We wait for a "normal" bus to somehow appear. And appear it does busy being a red bus. The world of buses restored to its proper order. *** it was just a left over toy of a London red bus that a tourist would buy...it would fit in your fist. It was just around and when she was teething she would gnaw at it...it became a security toy! She thought, I guess, that this was the normal size of a London bus so you can imagine her amazement when the real thing blossomed into being for the first time....the tiny toy had become a monster. She would gasp in wonder that things could be so. So just when she had got used to this then she saw a green bus for the first time and she equally couldn't believe that they could be any other colour than red! Then there was the time when the world went crazy and they're were double decker buses. She just kept coming out with the remarks and then the white bus threw everything she knew outta the window! Over 30 years later a white bus crossed my path and indeed it did look naked as a jaybird or as Tilly then put it- skinless! I never thought of it again until now....there is no memory store I can go to in order to write a poem...it has to organically grow back into place and just the happenstance of a bus being driven to put on its paint clothes or to get dressed with logos kickstarted it all over again. It the kind of thing a poet/father will take out of his wallet and show you an emotional picture of his daughter.

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my healthy body, mind and spirit triage progression, initially sans just an innocuous psychotic spur severe psychoneurotic manifestations didst rupture whence me childhood's end as a psychological postfracture catastrophically highjacking (via overpressure) donned with gay incognito vis a vis sans tartan Scottish Harris (Boss) tweed welcome mat plain as day affliction obvious nondisclosure whip saw mental health pubescent misadventure with deleterious, hellacious, and lecherous mailer daemons indelibly etched within mine kempf nightmare nonfictional sigh hick locust plague odious autobiographical literature at that perilous juncture when all of a sudden onslaught germinated feelings deeply rooted finding shattered, leveled, and fractured flintstone bedrock viz yours truly insecure pestilential, kickstarted littoral heretical, diabolical pernicious, insidious, and avaricious cerebral heady hot house embedded, fixated, grafted "horticulture" sowed "Kudzu" tendrils analogous to Oriental gravure immune to organizing, strangling, wrangling foreclosure, essentially usurping, torquing, stagnating, rotting prepubescent healthy development.

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Jan 31, 2018

Jan 31, 2018 at 2:53 PM UTC

matthew-scott-harris2p

Obsessive Compulsive Disorder Capstone To Joyous Boyhood

my healthy body, mind and spirit triage progression, initially sans just an innocuous psychotic spur severe psychoneurotic manifestations didst rupture whence me childhood's end as a psychological postfracture catastrophically highjacking (via overpressure) donned with gay incognito vis a vis sans tartan Scottish Harris (Boss) tweed welcome mat plain as day affliction obvious nondisclosure whip saw mental health pubescent misadventure with deleterious, hellacious, and lecherous mailer daemons indelibly etched within mine kempf nightmare nonfictional sigh hick locust plague odious autobiographical literature at that perilous juncture when all of a sudden onslaught germinated feelings deeply rooted finding shattered, leveled, and fractured flintstone bedrock viz yours truly insecure pestilential, kickstarted littoral heretical, diabolical pernicious, insidious, and avaricious cerebral heady hot house embedded, fixated, grafted "horticulture" sowed "Kudzu" tendrils analogous to Oriental gravure immune to organizing, strangling, wrangling foreclosure, essentially usurping, torquing, stagnating, rotting prepubescent healthy development.

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(preface to constipation) way before aye knew the name Fletcherism applied tummy uncommonly (recherché) atypical dyed in the wool feeding and/or slaking thirst guide did precepts sans hungry deaf eating beast impossible to hide (the ferocious growling harassing imp - armed to the figurative teeth ready to pounce viz casus belli sans reeling off a pseudo say id dish us vicious jeremiad me, this unrepentant conscientious masticator, who re: lied on self control unbeknownst to this pumpkin eater unwittingly followed the basic tenet of Fletcherism - custom made modus operandi vis a vis exercising okayed mandibular metered (when famished), eyes kept closed while tongue gently played adhered to practice of eating small amounts, which discipline stayed engorging self, and as a result (consuming sustenance only when hungry avoiding (wolfing like an instantaneous blitz krieg flash) found me aware visa vis master car ding marginal increase in pounds meaning thy body electric weighed approximately for long stretches when a habitue at one or another dining digs stuffed nibbling on hors d'oeuvre figs adequately satiating with with oomf when contra dance caller Scott Higgs announced "hands four," which signal helped get my mojo back and reel lee deuce home jigs, which kickstarted, syncopated, oft times espying Bobbie Riggs who years gone back **** Vic Tory huss e'en when donning apparel of Whigs like colluding trump petting molecules that via tiff ***** doth zags and zigs.

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Apr 11, 2018

Apr 11, 2018 at 3:15 PM UTC

matthew-scott-harris2p

Byte Size Food Begets Best Benefits

(preface to constipation) way before aye knew the name Fletcherism applied tummy uncommonly (recherché) atypical dyed in the wool feeding and/or slaking thirst guide did precepts sans hungry deaf eating beast impossible to hide (the ferocious growling harassing imp - armed to the figurative teeth ready to pounce viz casus belli sans reeling off a pseudo say id dish us vicious jeremiad me, this unrepentant conscientious masticator, who re: lied on self control unbeknownst to this pumpkin eater unwittingly followed the basic tenet of Fletcherism - custom made modus operandi vis a vis exercising okayed mandibular metered (when famished), eyes kept closed while tongue gently played adhered to practice of eating small amounts, which discipline stayed engorging self, and as a result (consuming sustenance only when hungry avoiding (wolfing like an instantaneous blitz krieg flash) found me aware visa vis master car ding marginal increase in pounds meaning thy body electric weighed approximately for long stretches when a habitue at one or another dining digs stuffed nibbling on hors d'oeuvre figs adequately satiating with with oomf when contra dance caller Scott Higgs announced "hands four," which signal helped get my mojo back and reel lee deuce home jigs, which kickstarted, syncopated, oft times espying Bobbie Riggs who years gone back **** Vic Tory huss e'en when donning apparel of Whigs like colluding trump petting molecules that via tiff ***** doth zags and zigs.

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Messianic Don found tarnished appeal trumpeted bluster thwarted with muted (hip hip hooray) Democratic zeal played (on microscale) like quashed ill fated braggadocio big deal bombast, sans General George Armstrong Custer's last stand, viz Little Bighorn, achilles heel, where Native Americans showed deadly steel against cocksure doodling haughtiness didst conceal Yankee sited in cross hairs, who got comeuppance, whence his notorious reputation did never heal, thus markedly high light ting (albeit in deadly fashion) might whooped, undermined, and served just desserts, when forces of the Lakota, Northern Cheyenne, and Arapaho tribes did unite defending their turf against 7th Cavalry Regiment of the United States, mauled as ****** sight, which justified comeuppance, and whipped up white settlers fury like an inferno doth ignite combustible material showing no mercy toward "red men" unleashing brutal, short and nasty genocidal spite long a tragic footnote in history proves tummy at hefty price that present swaggering presidential chieftain more'n halfway thru administration thrice occasions brought third "shut down" (the first time in more than 40 years) during his opprobrious term, now got meted "no dice" cuz commander in chief usurped, provoked, and kickstarted retaliatory actions, I.C.E. suspect, where staunch stonewalling tactics unexpectedly found paunchy big boy lice sensed to shame, name and blame Congress i.e. as he ****** forward power, and hood did launch bully tactics doth evince, how he does not play "nice" demanding five billion dollars for pet project wall barring Mexicans (and other asylum seekers south of the border) did not entice unanimous concurrence thus sets device sieve ness roundly shows Trump doth need strong cussed hard advice!

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Dec 22, 2018

Dec 22, 2018 at 2:34 PM UTC

matthew-scott-harris2p

Government (show) Shut Down December 2018

Messianic Don found tarnished appeal trumpeted bluster thwarted with muted (hip hip hooray) Democratic zeal played (on microscale) like quashed ill fated braggadocio big deal bombast, sans General George Armstrong Custer's last stand, viz Little Bighorn, achilles heel, where Native Americans showed deadly steel against cocksure doodling haughtiness didst conceal Yankee sited in cross hairs, who got comeuppance, whence his notorious reputation did never heal, thus markedly high light ting (albeit in deadly fashion) might whooped, undermined, and served just desserts, when forces of the Lakota, Northern Cheyenne, and Arapaho tribes did unite defending their turf against 7th Cavalry Regiment of the United States, mauled as ****** sight, which justified comeuppance, and whipped up white settlers fury like an inferno doth ignite combustible material showing no mercy toward "red men" unleashing brutal, short and nasty genocidal spite long a tragic footnote in history proves tummy at hefty price that present swaggering presidential chieftain more'n halfway thru administration thrice occasions brought third "shut down" (the first time in more than 40 years) during his opprobrious term, now got meted "no dice" cuz commander in chief usurped, provoked, and kickstarted retaliatory actions, I.C.E. suspect, where staunch stonewalling tactics unexpectedly found paunchy big boy lice sensed to shame, name and blame Congress i.e. as he ****** forward power, and hood did launch bully tactics doth evince, how he does not play "nice" demanding five billion dollars for pet project wall barring Mexicans (and other asylum seekers south of the border) did not entice unanimous concurrence thus sets device sieve ness roundly shows Trump doth need strong cussed hard advice!

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