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"natalia" poems
Igor was torn  between casting          the body of a girl          or young woman,          that was merely sexually attractive - or whether to employ a procession of young nubiles as       secretaries; now that Natalia had thrown him over for Ivan, he needed  a girl or young woman who was sexually mature;       possibly even suitable for marriage;      sexually mature; sexually attractive, desirable, **** luscious; marriageable;                   informally, beddable: Ivan constantly surrounded himself w/ a posse of nubile young women, to forget,      that's what Eli needed to do; mid 17th century: from the Latin nubilis ‘marriageable,’ from nubere,                       to cover or veil       oneself for a bridegroom;      from the nubes  the ‘puffy cloud-like nips’                      of a child bride;                            [risqué]                            photos of coeds of the                                    fifties & those of | _sex-trafficked nubiles_            from last week; |        glamour isn't glamorous; as GMO skanks get injected w/ female growth  hormones                                     just in case they                                decide to         to be mothers someday         slightly indecent or liable to shock, especially by being sexually suggestive; "risqué humor"  ribald, rude, ***** Rabelaisian, ***** **** earthy, indecent, suggestive, improper, naughty,   locker-room; ****** ***** ****** crude, adult, coarse, obscene, lewd, ****** blue, raunchy;             off-color "risqué stories": mid 19th century: French,                 _past participle of risquer ‘to risk’_
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Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 3:04 AM UTC
O for the hex of my ex's **** eyes
Igor was torn  between casting          the body of a girl          or young woman,          that was merely sexually attractive - or whether to employ a procession of young nubiles as       secretaries; now that Natalia had thrown him over for Ivan, he needed  a girl or young woman who was sexually mature;       possibly even suitable for marriage;      sexually mature; sexually attractive, desirable, **** luscious; marriageable;                   informally, beddable: Ivan constantly surrounded himself w/ a posse of nubile young women, to forget,      that's what Eli needed to do; mid 17th century: from the Latin nubilis ‘marriageable,’ from nubere,                       to cover or veil       oneself for a bridegroom;      from the nubes  the ‘puffy cloud-like nips’                      of a child bride;                            [risqué]                            photos of coeds of the                                    fifties & those of | _sex-trafficked nubiles_            from last week; |        glamour isn't glamorous; as GMO skanks get injected w/ female growth  hormones                                     just in case they                                decide to         to be mothers someday         slightly indecent or liable to shock, especially by being sexually suggestive; "risqué humor"  ribald, rude, ***** Rabelaisian, ***** **** earthy, indecent, suggestive, improper, naughty,   locker-room; ****** ***** ****** crude, adult, coarse, obscene, lewd, ****** blue, raunchy;             off-color "risqué stories": mid 19th century: French,                 _past participle of risquer ‘to risk’_
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Ma daddy always tolde me Natalia" daddy always rite Truste me girl Daddy always rite, Don go jus finding any ****** Kus cretins like ants Dey always builde nest round yuo And swarm yuo Like da ants dey are And ya daddy was rite I do got lot of ants Trying to swarm me I just swat the bugs awaye Dey pesty.
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Aug 23, 2015
Aug 23, 2015 at 10:41 AM UTC
Pesty ants
Exijo que alguien me diga en donde está escrito que una mujer solo puede tener **** con una persona y si pasa de ese número automáticamente es puta. Si, este pensamiento es algo machista pero lo peor de todo es que es utilizado más en las mujeres que en los mismos hombres, me explico. Las mujeres ven una mujer la cual se viste mostrando lo que le da la gana y rápido piensan en la palabra puta, cuando ven a otra mujer besándose con uno hoy y otro mañana piensan en que es una puta sin valores, cuando otra mujer tiene **** con más de 5 personas en dos meses lo que piensan es una puta que no se respeta. ¿Acaso creen que esta no es una actitud machista? Mujeres que exigen igualdad entre hombres y mujeres pero critican a mujeres que se atreven a ser quienes son mientras que ellas están sentadas soplándose el culo y criticando. ¿Este pensamiento es tan poco prudente y es tan común hoy día, cual es el problema con que una persona, sea mujer u hombre, se sienta bien consigo mismo y decida tener una vida ****** plena? Son libres de hacer lo que quieran. Ellos escogen: con quien, con cuantos y en que lapso de tiempo lo hacen. Pero como esta acusación estúpida radica más en las mujeres quiero concluir con esto. Mujer que me lees: Si deseas vestirte con un traje corto y un escote en las tetas hazlo. Si te gustan tres personas y tienes la oportunidad de besarlos a los tres hazlo. Si quieres tener **** hoy con uno y mañana con tres hazlo. Hazlo, olvídate del que dirán las personas porque seas casta, virgen y pura o puta, atrevida y coqueta hablaran de ti. Natalia Rivera.
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Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 11:52 PM UTC
Mujeres machistas.
Exijo que alguien me diga en donde está escrito que una mujer solo puede tener **** con una persona y si pasa de ese número automáticamente es puta. Si, este pensamiento es algo machista pero lo peor de todo es que es utilizado más en las mujeres que en los mismos hombres, me explico. Las mujeres ven una mujer la cual se viste mostrando lo que le da la gana y rápido piensan en la palabra puta, cuando ven a otra mujer besándose con uno hoy y otro mañana piensan en que es una puta sin valores, cuando otra mujer tiene **** con más de 5 personas en dos meses lo que piensan es una puta que no se respeta. ¿Acaso creen que esta no es una actitud machista? Mujeres que exigen igualdad entre hombres y mujeres pero critican a mujeres que se atreven a ser quienes son mientras que ellas están sentadas soplándose el culo y criticando. ¿Este pensamiento es tan poco prudente y es tan común hoy día, cual es el problema con que una persona, sea mujer u hombre, se sienta bien consigo mismo y decida tener una vida ****** plena? Son libres de hacer lo que quieran. Ellos escogen: con quien, con cuantos y en que lapso de tiempo lo hacen. Pero como esta acusación estúpida radica más en las mujeres quiero concluir con esto. Mujer que me lees: Si deseas vestirte con un traje corto y un escote en las tetas hazlo. Si te gustan tres personas y tienes la oportunidad de besarlos a los tres hazlo. Si quieres tener **** hoy con uno y mañana con tres hazlo. Hazlo, olvídate del que dirán las personas porque seas casta, virgen y pura o puta, atrevida y coqueta hablaran de ti. Natalia Rivera.
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Dis fo all yuo. Sick aseholes on here na I don wan no **** pics from yuo I may be single chicka now but na don want idiot peeple writing me bout *** so forth Chicka Natalia Thanks
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Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 11:26 PM UTC
*****
One day a girl was walking down the road. She had her music turned up loud and couldn’t hear a thing. Suddenly without realising, she was in front of a small narrow trail, she followed it and it brought her to the shore. When she got there she was lost and didn’t know what to do. She decided to continue. After an hour, she began crying and screaming, she was lost and wanted to go back home. She dropped to her feet and broke down. Next thing you know she saw a pair of feet. She looked up and saw a man, all dressed in white. He told her to get up, what she did. He gently pulled her beautiful black hair out of her gorgeous pale face. She kept crying and asked him if he knew a way to go back home. The man responded: this is home. The girl couldn’t understand. The man told her: this is where all the waves crash, where the sand is the most soft and warm, where the wind will make your hair dance, and where it’s mostly sunny. The girl told the man: No it isn’t like that. All I see is a big, black angry ocean and the sand is pulling me deeper into the ground. The wind is blowing in every direction like it is lost and the big grey clouds are hiding the sun. So this is not home. This is scary. It is nothing like you said. Then the man replied: no. It is all an illusion. To you, the ocean is big and dark because it is like your heart at this moment, Panicking. The sand is only pulling you in because you are letting it. The wind is only blowing because of your mind. It’s lost. And the sun is only hidden because your sight is the same. You cannot see what has truly happened. After the man said these words, the ocean calmed down and became turquoise. The sand became soft and warm to her bare feet. The wind became a gentle breeze and was making her beautiful hair dance in the wind. And the sun came out of the clouds. For a minute she thought the sun was so big that he would swallow her. What was truly happening, she was opening up to the truth. While the girl was crossing the road, a drunk driver hit the beautiful 15 year old. He never got caught. She was now in heaven. The reason why she saw heaven the way she did at first, was because she didn’t want to accept where she was. She was confused, and slipping in her own illusions. The girl turned around to the man, all dressed in white, with long brown hair. He reached out for her to take his hand and said:” let’s go Natalia. Let’s go meet my father.” “What’s his name?” and the man replied: “God.” The light can only shine in the presence of darkness. The heat can only warm you up in presence of the cold. God is always there to help you in times of sadness. He is always there.
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Mar 3, 2012
Mar 3, 2012 at 8:57 PM UTC
**The light can only shine in presence of darkness.**
One day a girl was walking down the road. She had her music turned up loud and couldn’t hear a thing. Suddenly without realising, she was in front of a small narrow trail, she followed it and it brought her to the shore. When she got there she was lost and didn’t know what to do. She decided to continue. After an hour, she began crying and screaming, she was lost and wanted to go back home. She dropped to her feet and broke down. Next thing you know she saw a pair of feet. She looked up and saw a man, all dressed in white. He told her to get up, what she did. He gently pulled her beautiful black hair out of her gorgeous pale face. She kept crying and asked him if he knew a way to go back home. The man responded: this is home. The girl couldn’t understand. The man told her: this is where all the waves crash, where the sand is the most soft and warm, where the wind will make your hair dance, and where it’s mostly sunny. The girl told the man: No it isn’t like that. All I see is a big, black angry ocean and the sand is pulling me deeper into the ground. The wind is blowing in every direction like it is lost and the big grey clouds are hiding the sun. So this is not home. This is scary. It is nothing like you said. Then the man replied: no. It is all an illusion. To you, the ocean is big and dark because it is like your heart at this moment, Panicking. The sand is only pulling you in because you are letting it. The wind is only blowing because of your mind. It’s lost. And the sun is only hidden because your sight is the same. You cannot see what has truly happened. After the man said these words, the ocean calmed down and became turquoise. The sand became soft and warm to her bare feet. The wind became a gentle breeze and was making her beautiful hair dance in the wind. And the sun came out of the clouds. For a minute she thought the sun was so big that he would swallow her. What was truly happening, she was opening up to the truth. While the girl was crossing the road, a drunk driver hit the beautiful 15 year old. He never got caught. She was now in heaven. The reason why she saw heaven the way she did at first, was because she didn’t want to accept where she was. She was confused, and slipping in her own illusions. The girl turned around to the man, all dressed in white, with long brown hair. He reached out for her to take his hand and said:” let’s go Natalia. Let’s go meet my father.” “What’s his name?” and the man replied: “God.” The light can only shine in the presence of darkness. The heat can only warm you up in presence of the cold. God is always there to help you in times of sadness. He is always there.
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La vida es un viaje. Nunca me esperaba una caída en el amor conmigo, y yo con usted. Fue tan inesperado y tan salvaje, pero estábamos amor. Fuimos luz, fuimos a través, pero estábamos juntos. Una parte pero nunca sperated. Éramos jóvenes, infantil, absurdo. Hemos sobrevivido unos a otros, se puede sobrevivir a cualquier cosa y cualquier persona. Nos conocimos a cabo coinciden, y lo puso juntos. La vida es un viaje. Para el fuego sigue ardiendo brillante, y se ilumina los caminos seprate que están destinados a viajar. Pero ese fuego, que quema, que el calor .... siempre voluntad y un día, quemadura por nuestro amor. Al igual que el sol. Este es mi viaje. ¿Cuál es el tuyo? ~ Estrella Luciano and Natalia Torres (my spanish family)
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Nov 29, 2012
Nov 29, 2012 at 8:00 PM UTC
La vida
Estoy perdida en este mundo. He perdido mi paz, mi alma, mi ser. Ya el cantar de mi madre no me levanta en las mañanas. El llamado de las ninfas no recorre mi piel. Mi alrededor es un augurio el cual me tiene desorientada, atrapada. Prisionera de cuatro paredes donde el ruido me vuelve pequeña Aún sigo aquí, muy dentro de mi; pero estoy a la deriva en esta barcaza , que poco a poco va llegando a la orilla. El camino se hace largo y mis ganas por reencontrarme fieles. He perdido la noción del tiempo y de paso se ha jodido mi compostura. No puedo mas, quiero volver a ser yo. Y en el más profundo de los sentido, esta tormenta que sacude mi alma, lentamente grita "libérame". Natalia Rivera.
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Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 9:39 PM UTC
A la deriva.
Jesus, I be lifted higher Higher, higher Be lifted higher Even though we are not the same Different ways And we walk on different path Different road I just copied that from somewhere But it matches With the notes And be as one Holding each other's hand in gratitude Jesus, my arm is not that long My mind is not that strong I still have a picture of you on my phone At night I delete it The morning after I find you again It is the lost children's song, it has no end I can't hear you when I practice on bath I can't feel you when the water fills me up Magdalene would not come It is Natalia It is Natalia Now you know who you are Pictures of daisies on the front page The blond, long hair Ensnare my neck, my legs, even the chest Heart not beating, it is quiet Is it a candle or a sun? It just burns The dark is casted away But you say, dim the light because it helps How could I not be your migraine? Different gem pierced on your heart forever Not really forever, just feels like it The wounds never be healed Seven lied that I would make a good healer These hands are full of barb wire Colored red of the blood or is it just corroded- I dare not touch, I dare not move It would hurt, it would hurt not you, don't you think I care Like the sword it is two edged I need to sharpen my teeth for the most I could do is biting my thigh I am a baby trapped in the physique of an adolescent I don't know I must praise you And that it's you who is being lifted higher My ****** friend says There are a dozen or two; At two I remember you Still waiting at that cafe? It is not me whom you are waiting for I shouldn't have waited for seventeen years to come It could have been a coincidence It could have been real It could Not Be possible and cannot ever be We do not have the bridge Ran out of concrete It reminds me of Tanabata The kind of one sided Tanabata Today when I see the stars I would cry
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Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 11:58 PM UTC
Adding More To Your Impersonal Noises
Jesus, I be lifted higher Higher, higher Be lifted higher Even though we are not the same Different ways And we walk on different path Different road I just copied that from somewhere But it matches With the notes And be as one Holding each other's hand in gratitude Jesus, my arm is not that long My mind is not that strong I still have a picture of you on my phone At night I delete it The morning after I find you again It is the lost children's song, it has no end I can't hear you when I practice on bath I can't feel you when the water fills me up Magdalene would not come It is Natalia It is Natalia Now you know who you are Pictures of daisies on the front page The blond, long hair Ensnare my neck, my legs, even the chest Heart not beating, it is quiet Is it a candle or a sun? It just burns The dark is casted away But you say, dim the light because it helps How could I not be your migraine? Different gem pierced on your heart forever Not really forever, just feels like it The wounds never be healed Seven lied that I would make a good healer These hands are full of barb wire Colored red of the blood or is it just corroded- I dare not touch, I dare not move It would hurt, it would hurt not you, don't you think I care Like the sword it is two edged I need to sharpen my teeth for the most I could do is biting my thigh I am a baby trapped in the physique of an adolescent I don't know I must praise you And that it's you who is being lifted higher My ****** friend says There are a dozen or two; At two I remember you Still waiting at that cafe? It is not me whom you are waiting for I shouldn't have waited for seventeen years to come It could have been a coincidence It could have been real It could Not Be possible and cannot ever be We do not have the bridge Ran out of concrete It reminds me of Tanabata The kind of one sided Tanabata Today when I see the stars I would cry
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Don Junior had a meeting with Natalia Veselnitskaya and he did not disclose this fact or say what did transpire. Paul and Jared were there too but "nothing was discussed". Don said the meeting ended and turned out to be a bust. The New York Times found out and asked why Don did not report. "But nothing happened" Junior claimed when making his retort. Then under pressure from the press some emails he set free, confirming Russian interest in a Trump presidency. His daddy claimed, "He's a good boy" "He's new, green and naive". But Manafort - He should have known (one would like to believe). But Junior's new transparency turned out to be untrue... It seems that a fifth person was there in the meeting too! A former Soviet officer named Rinat Akhmetshin was also at the meeting... so why was he brought in? And then we soon learned of a sixth... a seventh... and then eight! Tied to the oligarchs and Russian governmental state. What was the meeting all about? Perhaps there's nothing to surmise. The secrecy though, would suggest it might be otherwise. Don Junior had a meeting that nobody disclosed. Let's hope this helps fulfill the dream... to see his dad deposed!
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Jul 21, 2017
Jul 21, 2017 at 9:34 PM UTC
Don Jr. had a Meeting
I’ve been struck by an arrow, an arrow of Cupid Why else would I act so stupid? And allow my world to be shaken By a girl who is taken My heart chose hers without consent Yet I felt my entire soul relent But Now I must sit abide As my chest throbs inside For too long my emotions stressed Hoping each day proved my earnestness But odds of being together have become too narrow Curse you Cupid and your arrow This Valentine’s Day you will find That you’re the only one on my mind Natalia, wonderful and fine I wish I could be your valentine
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Nov 28, 2011
Nov 28, 2011 at 8:34 PM UTC
My Valentine
Sometimes I get lost in transition like Neo I'm the One. Even when my mind is lost. Sometimes I sit and wonder what is left for me to conquer. If my thoughts are the only thing that escape. Sometimes I lose track of time as if it doesn't pass. As if my eyes won't wrinkle and my skin won't shrivel. Sometimes I lose money as if these new generation of rappers and strippers going to pay my benifits. Sometimes I think about time as if I can buy it back. Sometimes I think about love as if I can make it up. Sometimes I think of Melissa. Sometimes I think of Jodieliz. Sometimes I think of Meltin, Amanda, Natalia, Iliana, Jessica in that exact order. Sometimes I look back and say I should not had done that. But life without regrets won't give you lessons. And I live a life with no regrets so never expect a sincere apology text. Sometimes I get lost in transition when I roam through my thoughts. All sixty thousand and one. Sometimes I get lost. Unplug.
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May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 11:31 AM UTC
Sometimes
She has a big heart And when she smiles I know All the reasons that I'm alive Without her I'd never grow Without her I feel lost, and sometimes I'm afraid I need to see her darling face Just to make my day She sparkles when she dances Her eyes light up a room Her kisses make my heart melt And I live for her "I love yous" She has the key to my heart When there's nothing more to give I just want to see her happy She's the reason that I live
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Jul 26, 2012
Jul 26, 2012 at 1:58 AM UTC
Natalia
you help me through problems, through things good and bad you kept me smiling when i was sad as the years past we may grow apart but no place is too far we wont forget about each other where ever we are you're a wonderful person with a good heart to lend and i want you to know you'll always be my bestfriend.
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Jul 18, 2010
Jul 18, 2010 at 8:57 PM UTC
For Natalia
The 34-year-old Russian model has admitted she applies beauty products to enhance her cheekbones and jaw line when she has to attend a formal discussion to make her look "older" and "more mature". Speaking to Elle.com about her beauty regime, the blonde beauty - who has starred in fashion campaigns for luxury designer brands including Givenchy, Prada and Calvin Klein - said: "There's no particular routine. I keep my skin clean and moisturized. A product I swear by is [Guerlain] Super Aqua Serum, so maybe this is my secret. "It's also genetics and a healthy lifestyle. I think it's really about using the right products and looking after your skin. And putting on makeup that doesn't make your skin look like it's caked on. My two favorite products are Lingerie De Peau BB Cream, and in the winter I use Météorites Baby Glowfoundation. It smells so good. The pearl powder is what gives it this really incredible glow. The secret to applying my makeup is that I just put it where it's needed. "Sometimes I wear just a little pencil and a bit of mascara to make my eyes stand out a little more. And maybe a bit of color on my cheeks. If I'm going to a meeting, I will contour my face to make myself look a little older. I have to look more mature." And Natalia - who has sons Lucas, 14, Viktor, nine, Maxim, two, four-month-old Roman and 10-year-old daughter Neva with her husband Antoine Arnault - has admitted motherhood impacts on her daily routine. The Gorky-born star explained: "Keeping up with everything I do requires some sacrifices, but once and a while I need to take some time to myself."Read more at:http://www.marieaustralia.com/princess-formal-dresses | www.marieaustralia.com/sexy-formal-dresses
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Nov 1, 2016
Nov 1, 2016 at 4:00 AM UTC
Natalia Vodianova contours her face to make her look 'older'
The 34-year-old Russian model has admitted she applies beauty products to enhance her cheekbones and jaw line when she has to attend a formal discussion to make her look "older" and "more mature". Speaking to Elle.com about her beauty regime, the blonde beauty - who has starred in fashion campaigns for luxury designer brands including Givenchy, Prada and Calvin Klein - said: "There's no particular routine. I keep my skin clean and moisturized. A product I swear by is [Guerlain] Super Aqua Serum, so maybe this is my secret. "It's also genetics and a healthy lifestyle. I think it's really about using the right products and looking after your skin. And putting on makeup that doesn't make your skin look like it's caked on. My two favorite products are Lingerie De Peau BB Cream, and in the winter I use Météorites Baby Glowfoundation. It smells so good. The pearl powder is what gives it this really incredible glow. The secret to applying my makeup is that I just put it where it's needed. "Sometimes I wear just a little pencil and a bit of mascara to make my eyes stand out a little more. And maybe a bit of color on my cheeks. If I'm going to a meeting, I will contour my face to make myself look a little older. I have to look more mature." And Natalia - who has sons Lucas, 14, Viktor, nine, Maxim, two, four-month-old Roman and 10-year-old daughter Neva with her husband Antoine Arnault - has admitted motherhood impacts on her daily routine. The Gorky-born star explained: "Keeping up with everything I do requires some sacrifices, but once and a while I need to take some time to myself."Read more at:http://www.marieaustralia.com/princess-formal-dresses | www.marieaustralia.com/sexy-formal-dresses
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w/out makeup,  Natalia looked all of seventeen; her parents  abandoning her at the airport at  ten; Eli awoke from a  fright
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Aug 19, 2018
Aug 19, 2018 at 6:32 PM UTC
bird in space
Natalia was mean to me, I was 11, I was 13, Teachers said to stop flirting, I misplaced ideas of what that meant, I am 32 and Natalia is married with 2 kids, Is it supposed to mean something, Aging emo, Codependency was never cute, But at least they made some good records, The records I am making were Best broken bottles setting scenes at 8 am Sober and spiritual, Non chalant locked in battle With too much chalant, Writing letters that transform and terrorize, Just to get the cathartic release, Putting those letters back in the ether box, They were never said, But they were, With glances and bad motives, Harping on that embarrassment you felt, After shouting into that flooded storm, Yes, This is loneliness, This is the late night doom scrolling, The early morning speed dates of pictures and one word pick-up line, I should be further, I shouldn't feel this, ******* crazy, Misguided meetings, Modern motivation through justifications, I'm definitely going for the meditation not the manipulation I accept my feelings after dizzying candlelights and a shouting mind, But just because I accept feelings, Doesn't mean that they don't **** "Who knew sobriety would make you so suicidal." I guess only the ones who made it far enough to feel those unaccepted feelings, The sun still rises, Better come up with a better pick-up line.
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Aug 1, 2022
Aug 1, 2022 at 2:33 PM UTC
Yes, I would like some cheese with my wine
In  medieval England The name of the feast Being celebrated was joined To the word “Mass” and this became The name of the day For example The feast of St Michael is called “Michaelmass” The feast of the presentation Because candles were blessed On that day is called “candlemass” Thus it is that in English The feast of The birth of Christ Is called “Christmas “ in some other languages Latin “Dies Natalia Domini” The birth of our Lord German ”Weinacht” Holy Night Spanish “La Navidad” The Birthday Polish “Bose Narodzenie” God’s Birth I wonder how many people Really know what Christmas is And what it REALLY represents
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Dec 22, 2017
Dec 22, 2017 at 6:25 AM UTC
Why is it called Christmas
Every time I pass out into the light going north from the Terrace Tunnel Gunning the car up to the 100k limit on the motorway I am haunted by the memory of the death of 18-year old Natalia Austin Whose body was flung headlong into the opposite lane: ‘What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape?’ Natalia fell in with adults who were drug-addicted and limitlessly irresponsible And was persuaded to ride pillion on a Harley Davidson Having been given a brief lesson on leaning with the bike By Dee McMahon’s girlfriend Monique. ‘For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!’ McMahon was nearly five times over the legal alcohol limit The equivalent of having drunk up to 42 standard drinks - The autopsy also found morphine and tramadol In what was left of McMahon’s corpse. ‘That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloy'd’ Hitting 140k on the bend out of the Tunnel He smacked the bike several times against the concrete median strip Shedding metal in showers of sparks And ripping limbs away in showers of blood. ‘Who are these coming to the sacrifice?’ "We're trying to go forward and cherish the memory of a beautiful girl Who had a bright future, and who was just too innocent and trusting - You let your little girl go and you hope she's going to be looked after by adults. She trusted them, and they've let her down miserably." ‘What little town by river or seashore, Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel, Is emptied of this folk, this pious morn?’
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Jun 2, 2019
Jun 2, 2019 at 6:47 PM UTC
Cold Pastoral