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They say where ever your birthmark is located on your body Is where you were stabbed, shot, hung or whatever other means Of death are plausible in your past life. I have come to the conclusion That I am not human. I do not have a birthmark anywhere on my body A patch of pigmented skin different from the rest This is both englightening and very very very dissapointing This means there was never a low blow to my calf, a karate chop at my neck, a gunshot to my ankle Nothing to symbolize that I once maybe had another life. A life where I was the cracks in the sidwalk or the wind gently stirring up chaos on days when I just **** felt like being noticed or maybe i lived out my seven year old dreams of becoming the sixth member of the Spice Girls or even an NSYNC groupie I will never know. I never emerged from my mothers womb With a scar baring my worth I was never blessed with a kiss from an angel As other mothers told their children I was never born with a birthmark, and while this is perfectly natural. I am very dissapointed, beacause maybe I was never given a chance. Maybe I was crushed before I entered the world A womb filled with disgust and hatred Maybe I preferred to stay as the cracks in the concrete or the wind Because I'd rather deal with the simple casualities of life rather than the mess humans tend to create Maybe I was never given a second chance because I never made something of myself here first. Or just maybe there is a possiblity that I'm immortal and if that's the case. You are all invited to my 106th birthday party.
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Feb 12, 2012
Feb 12, 2012 at 9:12 PM UTC
kelle
Birthmark
They say where ever your birthmark is located on your body Is where you were stabbed, shot, hung or whatever other means Of death are plausible in your past life. I have come to the conclusion That I am not human. I do not have a birthmark anywhere on my body A patch of pigmented skin different from the rest This is both englightening and very very very dissapointing This means there was never a low blow to my calf, a karate chop at my neck, a gunshot to my ankle Nothing to symbolize that I once maybe had another life. A life where I was the cracks in the sidwalk or the wind gently stirring up chaos on days when I just **** felt like being noticed or maybe i lived out my seven year old dreams of becoming the sixth member of the Spice Girls or even an NSYNC groupie I will never know. I never emerged from my mothers womb With a scar baring my worth I was never blessed with a kiss from an angel As other mothers told their children I was never born with a birthmark, and while this is perfectly natural. I am very dissapointed, beacause maybe I was never given a chance. Maybe I was crushed before I entered the world A womb filled with disgust and hatred Maybe I preferred to stay as the cracks in the concrete or the wind Because I'd rather deal with the simple casualities of life rather than the mess humans tend to create Maybe I was never given a second chance because I never made something of myself here first. Or just maybe there is a possiblity that I'm immortal and if that's the case. You are all invited to my 106th birthday party.
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I remember when we would practice penmanship along a clean dotted line I remember when we were absent minds with focus fixed Yes, Ma’am. No, Sir. Climbing atop monkey bars, we were crafty criminals never discouraged by law We didn’t know what we were doing I remember when I was crushing hard on him and little love notes Barbies aren’t cool anymore NSYNC versus The Backstreet Boys No, Sam is my boyfriend now Gaucho pants and platform sandals We didn’t know what we were doing I remember when I couldn’t pearl papers, tapped out after one rip, and thought roaches only existed in the cracks of crumbling city apartments But I was still “cool” and destined to be a rockstar so, whatever... I didn’t know what I was doing Now, I am a spinning dreidel despite the cataclysmic storm I am the drizzle of syrup on a Sunday morning omelette I am the cherry blossom tree that blooms in late spring A settled and centered soul, I am a pen on the brink of a classic And I don’t know what I am doing
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Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 2:01 AM UTC
jaela-s-hall
Stutter Step
I remember when we would practice penmanship along a clean dotted line I remember when we were absent minds with focus fixed Yes, Ma’am. No, Sir. Climbing atop monkey bars, we were crafty criminals never discouraged by law We didn’t know what we were doing I remember when I was crushing hard on him and little love notes Barbies aren’t cool anymore NSYNC versus The Backstreet Boys No, Sam is my boyfriend now Gaucho pants and platform sandals We didn’t know what we were doing I remember when I couldn’t pearl papers, tapped out after one rip, and thought roaches only existed in the cracks of crumbling city apartments But I was still “cool” and destined to be a rockstar so, whatever... I didn’t know what I was doing Now, I am a spinning dreidel despite the cataclysmic storm I am the drizzle of syrup on a Sunday morning omelette I am the cherry blossom tree that blooms in late spring A settled and centered soul, I am a pen on the brink of a classic And I don’t know what I am doing
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while out and about an unexpected over bare ring bout to defecate arose, where sphincter asserted clout and would excrete despite without doubt... if closing distance (to reach rental abode) beaten out by loosening sphincter muscle transmitting excretory code set sights on prowl for outlawed, secluded, and wooded make shift commode and essentially for naught negating toddler toilet training, sans getting ***** trained undone via my ***** ready to explode and blast immense solid waste byproduct (oh...close to the size of Rhode Island) thus a marathon race against time found immediate readiness to pull off roadside to access make shift water closet generating image firmly in pooping mode grabbing hold of a tree trunk (a mini rocky horror picture show, - this analogy included for no particular reason other than as a non-sequitur) and also to convey, how I tried to allay distractions while painful contractions flowed (perhaps approximating a woman on verge of giving birth) but...no matter, aye could envision, an ever increasing heavy m**f*** load hence approaching Highland Manor Apartments this chap abandoned prior simultaneous evacuation plan starkly aware probability for secluded spot sunk (nonetheless, thy darting darting anguish, futile lizard like lookout, a geico Gekko whose cheeks did blush even for a measly Georgian bush quickened nsync with ****** spasms visual scouting industrialized where backhoes didst crush once a time sacred happy hunting grounds of native Americans, now flush with newly built vinyl city re: urban sprawl a gush, where cookie cutter houses long since bringing hush puppies muzzled, yet never the less and mush a doo doo about nothing) except sprint ting to a void push immortalizing indigenous tribes ghosts rush peopling infrastructure affixing urbanization with their warrior whoosh!
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Apr 19, 2018
Apr 19, 2018 at 4:25 PM UTC
matthew-scott-harris2p
incommodious em bare *** sing accident
while out and about an unexpected over bare ring bout to defecate arose, where sphincter asserted clout and would excrete despite without doubt... if closing distance (to reach rental abode) beaten out by loosening sphincter muscle transmitting excretory code set sights on prowl for outlawed, secluded, and wooded make shift commode and essentially for naught negating toddler toilet training, sans getting ***** trained undone via my ***** ready to explode and blast immense solid waste byproduct (oh...close to the size of Rhode Island) thus a marathon race against time found immediate readiness to pull off roadside to access make shift water closet generating image firmly in pooping mode grabbing hold of a tree trunk (a mini rocky horror picture show, - this analogy included for no particular reason other than as a non-sequitur) and also to convey, how I tried to allay distractions while painful contractions flowed (perhaps approximating a woman on verge of giving birth) but...no matter, aye could envision, an ever increasing heavy m**f*** load hence approaching Highland Manor Apartments this chap abandoned prior simultaneous evacuation plan starkly aware probability for secluded spot sunk (nonetheless, thy darting darting anguish, futile lizard like lookout, a geico Gekko whose cheeks did blush even for a measly Georgian bush quickened nsync with ****** spasms visual scouting industrialized where backhoes didst crush once a time sacred happy hunting grounds of native Americans, now flush with newly built vinyl city re: urban sprawl a gush, where cookie cutter houses long since bringing hush puppies muzzled, yet never the less and mush a doo doo about nothing) except sprint ting to a void push immortalizing indigenous tribes ghosts rush peopling infrastructure affixing urbanization with their warrior whoosh!
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the initial purport this literary effort delivered atchew to reed constitutes hazmat tocks sin within White House blew per, viz thee president be getting a Hollywood love story with "Stormy Williams" despite brew haha murmur, now dapper Don in deep doo doo thus, this garrulous married pro LIX prone papa flew off (like a bat out of hell) to his Macbook Pro laptop presenting myself implicating Trump as po' faux guise Mister McGoo affiliated, confused, and explained being on par with Winnie the Pooh especially stuck right tub bear arms in grr... Rabbit's House, now he doth stew nsync, nonetheless this path a logical rhyme stir on the straight and true composeing grist sill for ye to view now, nar hating, hit ting private links provide attention turned toward two thousand twenty presidential election campaign no Iron nee, anno putter opportunity, how he diplomatically strived, and nearly scored to boast asthma, overt braggart, stalwart asper ideal consistency of cement poured affiliation, aggregation, and attestation moored prevails ma (Jack booted - magical) lord rolling back to Timbuktu progressive liberal Democratic initiatives star Apprentice sans ("NO LIES") being linkedin, he almost ignored with voluble chattering class hud hoard hobnobbing (with the likes of Missus Muir's ghost, who resort to Matthew Scott's turf brand), reconstituted, recycled, and repurposed, gourd nonetheless Trumping protocol necessitates me bing bored predictable feigned "FAKE" non accord.
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Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 10:31 PM UTC
matthew-scott-harris2p
Field Day For Lawyers
the initial purport this literary effort delivered atchew to reed constitutes hazmat tocks sin within White House blew per, viz thee president be getting a Hollywood love story with "Stormy Williams" despite brew haha murmur, now dapper Don in deep doo doo thus, this garrulous married pro LIX prone papa flew off (like a bat out of hell) to his Macbook Pro laptop presenting myself implicating Trump as po' faux guise Mister McGoo affiliated, confused, and explained being on par with Winnie the Pooh especially stuck right tub bear arms in grr... Rabbit's House, now he doth stew nsync, nonetheless this path a logical rhyme stir on the straight and true composeing grist sill for ye to view now, nar hating, hit ting private links provide attention turned toward two thousand twenty presidential election campaign no Iron nee, anno putter opportunity, how he diplomatically strived, and nearly scored to boast asthma, overt braggart, stalwart asper ideal consistency of cement poured affiliation, aggregation, and attestation moored prevails ma (Jack booted - magical) lord rolling back to Timbuktu progressive liberal Democratic initiatives star Apprentice sans ("NO LIES") being linkedin, he almost ignored with voluble chattering class hud hoard hobnobbing (with the likes of Missus Muir's ghost, who resort to Matthew Scott's turf brand), reconstituted, recycled, and repurposed, gourd nonetheless Trumping protocol necessitates me bing bored predictable feigned "FAKE" non accord.
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He holds me near the keys I sit on his knee playing asian melodies with the black keys on white I fall asleep to his unique melodies of the night. Easter time, I remember Louis he came to our home on King Street what wonderful feathers, and lovely tweet Louis would fly free, the wood banister is his seat. Large tomatoes grew outside, She would go there to hide, in the sun, crouched down, tending the flowers looking after me almost every hour. Polish pottery set on the table. wooden spoons and soup ladel. Her lovely flower crown, and white gown the chapel bell’s sound I hope my wedding can be as beautiful as this one was across the sea. She curled my hair often, barrettes, and bows for first communion and theater shows She wore long skirts, long hair and an irish hat she would wear. We thought she dressed funny, But now I wear her greek cape We shared a small room I would hear him breathe softly when morning would loom. we danced wildly to NSYNC and giggled and played how sad I am--things have changed. Four of us, together forever nothing can tear us apart, never. and now I wish I had kinder things to say my family so beautiful the memories, like the most lovely song I always want to hear-- so I won’t be far, so our hearts can be near.
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Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 3:06 PM UTC
amelia-rose
The Prices
He holds me near the keys I sit on his knee playing asian melodies with the black keys on white I fall asleep to his unique melodies of the night. Easter time, I remember Louis he came to our home on King Street what wonderful feathers, and lovely tweet Louis would fly free, the wood banister is his seat. Large tomatoes grew outside, She would go there to hide, in the sun, crouched down, tending the flowers looking after me almost every hour. Polish pottery set on the table. wooden spoons and soup ladel. Her lovely flower crown, and white gown the chapel bell’s sound I hope my wedding can be as beautiful as this one was across the sea. She curled my hair often, barrettes, and bows for first communion and theater shows She wore long skirts, long hair and an irish hat she would wear. We thought she dressed funny, But now I wear her greek cape We shared a small room I would hear him breathe softly when morning would loom. we danced wildly to NSYNC and giggled and played how sad I am--things have changed. Four of us, together forever nothing can tear us apart, never. and now I wish I had kinder things to say my family so beautiful the memories, like the most lovely song I always want to hear-- so I won’t be far, so our hearts can be near.
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bohemian rhapsody parades amidst greensward moored erupting profusely toward cerulean skies ushered with invisible rip cord this Earthling self assigned to an (elder) box office catbird seat - hoard ding a secluded nook upon premises of Highland (highly adored) Manor Apartments nestled within bucolic (cost wise, a ford double) Schwenksville, Pennsylvania (40.2562° N, 75.4638° W) explored, sans (founded in 1684)       pleasantly assaultive stimuli       conducted brake upon metaphysical ratiocination, where sunshine poured upon variegated mother nature arrangement, viz spectacular vernal suite scored a top ten hit orchestrating exquisite (August) May day presentation, which mutely roared bedazzling this sensate being overwriting gourd fully stocked, when brittle winter snowy firmament forced accord, asper overlaying habitat palimpsest akin to (sic) ward before an a may zing exuberant poly chromatic onset splashed vibrant brilliantly colored palette, toward this captive observer, where choral symphony courtesy of flora and fauna sensational encore performance (day at the) opera captivated ensured fixated this tethered primate royally impressed and allured by aural and visual regalia fit for a lord and tailor, while solar orbitz directed by Helios, whose journey across deep purple celestial sea deplored noiselessly casting lengthened shadows signaling luminous hued dusk chariots of fire earthly dome ceiling ablaze pearl jam disappearance, when daylight blinks adieu til the morrow, when dawn betakes the reins to reign cosmos chose zing emergent rays announcing morning haz broken nudging, prodding, rousing from doze well rested body electric, where energy flows as attested from me noggin glows nsync, sans panoply of soundgarden crescendo propose zing ideal material sharing circadian rhythm thru the time stream yours truly rows.
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May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 9:41 PM UTC
matthew-scott-harris2p
Shadows Soundless Quotidian Shift
bohemian rhapsody parades amidst greensward moored erupting profusely toward cerulean skies ushered with invisible rip cord this Earthling self assigned to an (elder) box office catbird seat - hoard ding a secluded nook upon premises of Highland (highly adored) Manor Apartments nestled within bucolic (cost wise, a ford double) Schwenksville, Pennsylvania (40.2562° N, 75.4638° W) explored, sans (founded in 1684)       pleasantly assaultive stimuli       conducted brake upon metaphysical ratiocination, where sunshine poured upon variegated mother nature arrangement, viz spectacular vernal suite scored a top ten hit orchestrating exquisite (August) May day presentation, which mutely roared bedazzling this sensate being overwriting gourd fully stocked, when brittle winter snowy firmament forced accord, asper overlaying habitat palimpsest akin to (sic) ward before an a may zing exuberant poly chromatic onset splashed vibrant brilliantly colored palette, toward this captive observer, where choral symphony courtesy of flora and fauna sensational encore performance (day at the) opera captivated ensured fixated this tethered primate royally impressed and allured by aural and visual regalia fit for a lord and tailor, while solar orbitz directed by Helios, whose journey across deep purple celestial sea deplored noiselessly casting lengthened shadows signaling luminous hued dusk chariots of fire earthly dome ceiling ablaze pearl jam disappearance, when daylight blinks adieu til the morrow, when dawn betakes the reins to reign cosmos chose zing emergent rays announcing morning haz broken nudging, prodding, rousing from doze well rested body electric, where energy flows as attested from me noggin glows nsync, sans panoply of soundgarden crescendo propose zing ideal material sharing circadian rhythm thru the time stream yours truly rows.
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He threw them out. Everything. My pillow. My CD's. My toothbrush. The sting of his actions hit when I saw NSYNC in the trash. My rage was a sort of domestic rage. My pride shattered, my memories wrecked, he woulod not have the last laugh. Months later, after my dreaded departure, I stood outside his door. His dignity dangled on my size 8 finger. It took the form of my misgivings.
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Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 1:01 PM UTC
eener-nospmoht
He Said Leave, So I Stayed
He threw them out. Everything. My pillow. My CD's. My toothbrush. The sting of his actions hit when I saw NSYNC in the trash. My rage was a sort of domestic rage. My pride shattered, my memories wrecked, he woulod not have the last laugh. Months later, after my dreaded departure, I stood outside his door. His dignity dangled on my size 8 finger. It took the form of my misgivings.
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In March 2001, Melania granted green card asper elite EB-1 program intended for renowned academic researchers, multinational business executives (linkedin with Uncle SAM) or those in other fields, such as Olympic athletes and Oscar-winning actors, who demonstrated “sustained national and international acclaim” until...now, when (FAKE trophy wife)... besieged with WHAM! The Don whips to defense of (legal residency status), sans his third wife imbroglio finds the president flat footed regarding spouses' granted citizenry permission rife, where details concerning former in vogue Slovak model now cushy life challenging her right to live in The United States, the most Democratic nation plus concomitant abrogation afforded robber Baroness admission dispensing hot button issue of CHAIN MIGRATION, where sentiment underscored verbatim "Some people come in, and they bring their whole family with them, who can be truly evil. NOT ACCEPTABLE!” The above on record as authentic Trumpian tweet, hence quoted with poetic license, a prime example how two (or more faced) president didst react to un seat fairness, which November twitter allowing parents with bearhug he did greet legal residency of her parents, Viktor and Amalija Knavs, as Elite who received figurative green light despite riding piggyback Nsync with military beat ting back pesky atop flimsy green card, the freedom appetite got whet scrutiny, and now a ironic Gordian Knot set tilled and solved making mincemeat to pet files, particularly equality for those skeined alive in the DACA net ready to boot innocent offspring of supposed illegal aliens on the next departing jet!
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Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 5:55 PM UTC
matthew-scott-harris2p
FLOTUS FLAUNTED EINSTEIN VISA
In March 2001, Melania granted green card asper elite EB-1 program intended for renowned academic researchers, multinational business executives (linkedin with Uncle SAM) or those in other fields, such as Olympic athletes and Oscar-winning actors, who demonstrated “sustained national and international acclaim” until...now, when (FAKE trophy wife)... besieged with WHAM! The Don whips to defense of (legal residency status), sans his third wife imbroglio finds the president flat footed regarding spouses' granted citizenry permission rife, where details concerning former in vogue Slovak model now cushy life challenging her right to live in The United States, the most Democratic nation plus concomitant abrogation afforded robber Baroness admission dispensing hot button issue of CHAIN MIGRATION, where sentiment underscored verbatim "Some people come in, and they bring their whole family with them, who can be truly evil. NOT ACCEPTABLE!” The above on record as authentic Trumpian tweet, hence quoted with poetic license, a prime example how two (or more faced) president didst react to un seat fairness, which November twitter allowing parents with bearhug he did greet legal residency of her parents, Viktor and Amalija Knavs, as Elite who received figurative green light despite riding piggyback Nsync with military beat ting back pesky atop flimsy green card, the freedom appetite got whet scrutiny, and now a ironic Gordian Knot set tilled and solved making mincemeat to pet files, particularly equality for those skeined alive in the DACA net ready to boot innocent offspring of supposed illegal aliens on the next departing jet!
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Circa Holy Roman Empire between ninth and thirteenth century after common era (approximately 800 AD and 1200 AD) benchmark year 780 bracketed Benedictine monks of Corbie Abbey devised cheeky guttural lingual rapartee vis a vis European calligraphic standard script inked lined writ via extant Irish and English monastic members nsync strong influence of Irish literati eased communication popular Latin cognoscenti common lingua franca spawned Carolingian Renaissance Codices, pagan and Christian text plus educational material written viz Carolingian minuscule Emperor Charlemagne issued prescription (hence named Carolingian) boosted unified modus operandi he advocated learning, though somewhat illiterate recognized value of education predicated on singular codified regional alphabet, the then webbed wide world linkedin, sans uniform symbolic shapes uncontested salient advantage offered up ease to master clear distinct explicit letter formation simple logic boosted rapidly transmitted standardization, especially with exceptional legible readable characteristic adequate spaces between words Merovingian "chancery hand" still reserved to draft traditional charters Gothic and Anglo Saxon favored traditional local script as opposed to Latin learning latter involved less tricked out embellished flourishes or interconnected strokes drawn by a scribe allowing, enabling, and providing greater popularity to teach masses, latent etymological nuances apparent centuries following implementation quasi initial Carolingian letters steadfast, where Carolingian influence moats strong adopted local stylistic signature flavor divergence woke since proliferation stoking diffuse prospects decreeing entrenched footing, where auspices boded prescient until groundswell didst surcease sub limb mated into modern patois.
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May 14, 2018
May 14, 2018 at 7:39 PM UTC
matthew-scott-harris2p
Carolingian Minuscule
Circa Holy Roman Empire between ninth and thirteenth century after common era (approximately 800 AD and 1200 AD) benchmark year 780 bracketed Benedictine monks of Corbie Abbey devised cheeky guttural lingual rapartee vis a vis European calligraphic standard script inked lined writ via extant Irish and English monastic members nsync strong influence of Irish literati eased communication popular Latin cognoscenti common lingua franca spawned Carolingian Renaissance Codices, pagan and Christian text plus educational material written viz Carolingian minuscule Emperor Charlemagne issued prescription (hence named Carolingian) boosted unified modus operandi he advocated learning, though somewhat illiterate recognized value of education predicated on singular codified regional alphabet, the then webbed wide world linkedin, sans uniform symbolic shapes uncontested salient advantage offered up ease to master clear distinct explicit letter formation simple logic boosted rapidly transmitted standardization, especially with exceptional legible readable characteristic adequate spaces between words Merovingian "chancery hand" still reserved to draft traditional charters Gothic and Anglo Saxon favored traditional local script as opposed to Latin learning latter involved less tricked out embellished flourishes or interconnected strokes drawn by a scribe allowing, enabling, and providing greater popularity to teach masses, latent etymological nuances apparent centuries following implementation quasi initial Carolingian letters steadfast, where Carolingian influence moats strong adopted local stylistic signature flavor divergence woke since proliferation stoking diffuse prospects decreeing entrenched footing, where auspices boded prescient until groundswell didst surcease sub limb mated into modern patois.
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Alias indomitable invincible Donald John Trump oozes wrath inexorably plunging every species of life toward apocalyptic warpath mercilessly threatentens world wide web promising bloodbath validating ex post facto commander in chief as nonpareil sociopath hence... this call to arms gives run for money challenging any psychopath lest inevitable according to dead reckoning prediction of wisest sages calculated math. Thus one poetic footsoldier doth broadcast dire straits emergency, and inveigh grassroots action mandatory meaning registered voters must cast ballot per se else planet Earth will... burn thermonuclear gray rendering oblate spheroid uninhabitable, I daresay if bleak forecast father time doth delay global warming would outweigh former worst case nihilistic scenario, nonetheless Gaia will serve as repurposed ashtray, whereby inextinguishable fiery storms approximating calculus of doomsday nsync with intolerable weather forecasts if complacency rides roughshod field day defying lack of immunization oy vey against opportunistic unfamiliar organisms viral and bacterial agent provocateurs microscopic gangbusters nothing could allay winning scrimmage play thinning overpopulation whereby scavengers make short shrift plethora once living flotsam and jetsam perhaps requiring rotting, putrefying, goods put on layaway (type of foragers - reference https://www.google.com/search? client=safari&channel=mac_bm&ei= KECaXe_UA6SO5wLh-7gY&q=list+ examples+of+scavengers&oq=list+types+ of+scavengers&gs_l=psy-ab.1.0.0i22i30. 58737.70074..70997...0.4..0.223.1875. 21j2j1......0....1..gws-wiz....... 0i71j0i273j0j0i131j0i67j33i22i29i30. wnDI0kLrKWM). now ye might hashtag me chicken little synonymous to Rome burning, while Nero did fiddle, perhaps scaremonger i.e. Cassandra alamist bah bing away, a realist foaming at figurative mouth with spittle, would you believe cautious optimist, who presents prediction, while this poem heed whittle.
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Oct 6, 2019
Oct 6, 2019 at 5:18 PM UTC
matthew-scott-harris2p
Impregnable fortified Donjon
Alias indomitable invincible Donald John Trump oozes wrath inexorably plunging every species of life toward apocalyptic warpath mercilessly threatentens world wide web promising bloodbath validating ex post facto commander in chief as nonpareil sociopath hence... this call to arms gives run for money challenging any psychopath lest inevitable according to dead reckoning prediction of wisest sages calculated math. Thus one poetic footsoldier doth broadcast dire straits emergency, and inveigh grassroots action mandatory meaning registered voters must cast ballot per se else planet Earth will... burn thermonuclear gray rendering oblate spheroid uninhabitable, I daresay if bleak forecast father time doth delay global warming would outweigh former worst case nihilistic scenario, nonetheless Gaia will serve as repurposed ashtray, whereby inextinguishable fiery storms approximating calculus of doomsday nsync with intolerable weather forecasts if complacency rides roughshod field day defying lack of immunization oy vey against opportunistic unfamiliar organisms viral and bacterial agent provocateurs microscopic gangbusters nothing could allay winning scrimmage play thinning overpopulation whereby scavengers make short shrift plethora once living flotsam and jetsam perhaps requiring rotting, putrefying, goods put on layaway (type of foragers - reference https://www.google.com/search? client=safari&channel=mac_bm&ei= KECaXe_UA6SO5wLh-7gY&q=list+ examples+of+scavengers&oq=list+types+ of+scavengers&gs_l=psy-ab.1.0.0i22i30. 58737.70074..70997...0.4..0.223.1875. 21j2j1......0....1..gws-wiz....... 0i71j0i273j0j0i131j0i67j33i22i29i30. wnDI0kLrKWM). now ye might hashtag me chicken little synonymous to Rome burning, while Nero did fiddle, perhaps scaremonger i.e. Cassandra alamist bah bing away, a realist foaming at figurative mouth with spittle, would you believe cautious optimist, who presents prediction, while this poem heed whittle.
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Despite being atheist, with serpent teen eyes, I would nonetheless bet Eve fen number guys named Adam, or gals noel lies (christened) dollars to donuts (Dunkin and/or otherwise) Jesus would be mighty pleased to know, his sir name linkedin with commercial ties, no matter, he might not garner rise zen percentage of profits, no matter spies infiltrate competition especially if he unwittingly gets trampled and cries amidst chaos (think euthanize) untimely death by madding wise flash mob crowd source realize last seconds rushing to snap up latest jamb door prize as venders resort to all manner of (subliminally manipulative) marketing techniques to lure patrons, (especially photo opportunities with one of the many "FAKE" donned Santa Claus), the latter, who would lionize their son(s) and/or apprise daughter(s), subsequently guaranteeing, nailing crosswise, and clinching safeguards exercise immunization against the Grinch sure fire way to manure er... fertilize guarantee future generations rise zing will become avid consumers, who reverently, obsequiously, and devoutly idolize supporting the apostles who revolutionize creative commercialization to capitalize nearly every Cyber Monday occasion to finalize (all sales) pennies on the dollar, where merchants feign going for broke, and capitalize eulogize, and idealize the mighty buck staging "FAKE" news worthy shoppers to burst into tears crying on command, and all manner of pathos pulling ploys nsync king "shameful guilt" that squares with being ostracized, hash-tagged, and demonized Scrooge.
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Dec 14, 2019
Dec 14, 2019 at 1:14 AM UTC
matthew-scott-harris2p
The Bajillion Dollar Business Of Christmas circa December 2019
Despite being atheist, with serpent teen eyes, I would nonetheless bet Eve fen number guys named Adam, or gals noel lies (christened) dollars to donuts (Dunkin and/or otherwise) Jesus would be mighty pleased to know, his sir name linkedin with commercial ties, no matter, he might not garner rise zen percentage of profits, no matter spies infiltrate competition especially if he unwittingly gets trampled and cries amidst chaos (think euthanize) untimely death by madding wise flash mob crowd source realize last seconds rushing to snap up latest jamb door prize as venders resort to all manner of (subliminally manipulative) marketing techniques to lure patrons, (especially photo opportunities with one of the many "FAKE" donned Santa Claus), the latter, who would lionize their son(s) and/or apprise daughter(s), subsequently guaranteeing, nailing crosswise, and clinching safeguards exercise immunization against the Grinch sure fire way to manure er... fertilize guarantee future generations rise zing will become avid consumers, who reverently, obsequiously, and devoutly idolize supporting the apostles who revolutionize creative commercialization to capitalize nearly every Cyber Monday occasion to finalize (all sales) pennies on the dollar, where merchants feign going for broke, and capitalize eulogize, and idealize the mighty buck staging "FAKE" news worthy shoppers to burst into tears crying on command, and all manner of pathos pulling ploys nsync king "shameful guilt" that squares with being ostracized, hash-tagged, and demonized Scrooge.
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though thine wife gladly (and long time ago) verily swept passed her final child bearing year this house broken husband genuinely hankers to father (yes sire re:to set sea men "NOT FAKE," nor NONGMO free and reduced) and longingly participate in parenthood again donning baby proof couture wear analogous (as aye imagine dragons fire breathing worth tolerating), those who fervently veer yearning to undergo *** reassignment surgery (SRS) with unintentional surgeon's delicate tear aye thru thoroughly anesthetized flesh, (especially genitals under going transformational substantial removal via said - bravely bite ting the bullet - sharp pinching shear) contemplating, formulating, issuing personal specifications to cutting crew validating, testifying recapping re: questing genitals do not reappear since significant surgery purport, some hetero ****** person might **** sitter queer yet no doubt a homosexual and/or lesbian would ap pear to understand completely if ***** didst unwittingly accidentally overhear confidential conversation, yet warmly reassured the speaker, they did not intend to get near enough to glean enough information that said transexual could reduce wardrobe with women and/or menswear and this once distraught, distressed, and distributed without willingness unfairly fated to live stemmed, undoubtedly wrought from ****** misalignment, would post surgery hover off the ground and modestly swagger off into the sunset (this scenario projection strictly of mine) anyway ***** could map out in one direction destiny describing, an upswinging trajectory linear once future freed where gender now nsync with physical gonadal accouterment unconcerned if urge arises to swivel derriere with flare. ------------------------------------- matthew scott highland manor apartments schwenksville, pennsylvania 19473 USA
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Apr 15, 2018
Apr 15, 2018 at 8:32 PM UTC
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to sire with love
though thine wife gladly (and long time ago) verily swept passed her final child bearing year this house broken husband genuinely hankers to father (yes sire re:to set sea men "NOT FAKE," nor NONGMO free and reduced) and longingly participate in parenthood again donning baby proof couture wear analogous (as aye imagine dragons fire breathing worth tolerating), those who fervently veer yearning to undergo *** reassignment surgery (SRS) with unintentional surgeon's delicate tear aye thru thoroughly anesthetized flesh, (especially genitals under going transformational substantial removal via said - bravely bite ting the bullet - sharp pinching shear) contemplating, formulating, issuing personal specifications to cutting crew validating, testifying recapping re: questing genitals do not reappear since significant surgery purport, some hetero ****** person might **** sitter queer yet no doubt a homosexual and/or lesbian would ap pear to understand completely if ***** didst unwittingly accidentally overhear confidential conversation, yet warmly reassured the speaker, they did not intend to get near enough to glean enough information that said transexual could reduce wardrobe with women and/or menswear and this once distraught, distressed, and distributed without willingness unfairly fated to live stemmed, undoubtedly wrought from ****** misalignment, would post surgery hover off the ground and modestly swagger off into the sunset (this scenario projection strictly of mine) anyway ***** could map out in one direction destiny describing, an upswinging trajectory linear once future freed where gender now nsync with physical gonadal accouterment unconcerned if urge arises to swivel derriere with flare. ------------------------------------- matthew scott highland manor apartments schwenksville, pennsylvania 19473 USA
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a minor typo found this fanatic spell binding hound to resend a poem dashed off in a huff (past the hour) if nothing else than fur his peace of bot tee, mind. Thus this Norwegian bachelor wannabe (most closely aligned with said status closely attained unmarried state by pledging my Unitarian troth) tilled, sown, and furrowed spirit nsync with the missus sleeping in close proximity. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * dog tired this day - march 29th, 2018 no matter this dawg gone pup took numerous one after another cat nap his utterly fatigued body electric still ragged as if he went without sleep for a lifetime, ensnared within a time warp, espied that aggravating "aw SNAP" (error code instead of a webpage indicating Chrome happens to be experiencing problems loading) or, simultaneously caught in a narcoleptic parent trap thus, while a burst of energy temporarily doth prevail (a priori which extreme fatigue of body, mind and spirit - more troublesome, and worse than - getting crucified with a rusty nine inch nail alleviated with deep sleep finds much more tiredness than usual quotidian sleepiness bruiting this male) being imprisoned (for high gram matt tick crimes and misdemeanors) such as: comma, splices, dangling a modifier, splitting an infinitive, unnecessary parenthesis (), et cetera which landed me punctually, proverbially, and squarely in the slaammed shut jail fed thin gruel with grubs that didst flail nauseating pluperfect revulsion each time hide exhale which, many hours long rests did restore for a bit of time only for totally tubular exhaustion to come roar ring back leaving me tour charred as if...i fought in every major war.
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Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 10:45 PM UTC
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dog tired this day - march 29th, 2018
a minor typo found this fanatic spell binding hound to resend a poem dashed off in a huff (past the hour) if nothing else than fur his peace of bot tee, mind. Thus this Norwegian bachelor wannabe (most closely aligned with said status closely attained unmarried state by pledging my Unitarian troth) tilled, sown, and furrowed spirit nsync with the missus sleeping in close proximity. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * dog tired this day - march 29th, 2018 no matter this dawg gone pup took numerous one after another cat nap his utterly fatigued body electric still ragged as if he went without sleep for a lifetime, ensnared within a time warp, espied that aggravating "aw SNAP" (error code instead of a webpage indicating Chrome happens to be experiencing problems loading) or, simultaneously caught in a narcoleptic parent trap thus, while a burst of energy temporarily doth prevail (a priori which extreme fatigue of body, mind and spirit - more troublesome, and worse than - getting crucified with a rusty nine inch nail alleviated with deep sleep finds much more tiredness than usual quotidian sleepiness bruiting this male) being imprisoned (for high gram matt tick crimes and misdemeanors) such as: comma, splices, dangling a modifier, splitting an infinitive, unnecessary parenthesis (), et cetera which landed me punctually, proverbially, and squarely in the slaammed shut jail fed thin gruel with grubs that didst flail nauseating pluperfect revulsion each time hide exhale which, many hours long rests did restore for a bit of time only for totally tubular exhaustion to come roar ring back leaving me tour charred as if...i fought in every major war.
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This atheistic, intelligent, liberal minded nonestablishmentarian christened Matthew Scott Harris, haint gotta clue, how bias, discrimination, prejudice didst brew within me noggin admitting to myself, (that though tolerant towards most other people) amidst variegated hue mankind cutting crew, I can not wholeheartedly dislodge un argue ably the stubborn presence of disagreeably unwanted notions, an effort quite few till to expunge, though not clearly delineated against gentile nor Jew the latter encompassing my genealogical lineage (as ye probably knew) though acute awareness exists that objectionable thoughts towards others coalesced and grew, sans initial aural, sensational, and visual perceptions did ensue from nearly imperceptible germinal, ephemeral, and casual brief interactions, thy amygdala and, posterior cingulate cortex (PCC) instantaneously drew nearly nsync with a single blink of thine myopic left or right human eye (which average duration 0.1 to 0.4 seconds, or 100 to 400 milliseconds) forged an unconscious initial mount'n view clocked in at 100 milliseconds or 328.0839895013123 feet per second pointing asper an expert mason hermetically sealing a psychic impression ala mortise and tenon amalgamated conglomerate enterprise glommed zoo wool logical imprimatur difficult, but not impossible loo sin and/or completely dislodge neurological hullabaloo.
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Apr 15, 2018
Apr 15, 2018 at 3:12 PM UTC
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First Impressions
This atheistic, intelligent, liberal minded nonestablishmentarian christened Matthew Scott Harris, haint gotta clue, how bias, discrimination, prejudice didst brew within me noggin admitting to myself, (that though tolerant towards most other people) amidst variegated hue mankind cutting crew, I can not wholeheartedly dislodge un argue ably the stubborn presence of disagreeably unwanted notions, an effort quite few till to expunge, though not clearly delineated against gentile nor Jew the latter encompassing my genealogical lineage (as ye probably knew) though acute awareness exists that objectionable thoughts towards others coalesced and grew, sans initial aural, sensational, and visual perceptions did ensue from nearly imperceptible germinal, ephemeral, and casual brief interactions, thy amygdala and, posterior cingulate cortex (PCC) instantaneously drew nearly nsync with a single blink of thine myopic left or right human eye (which average duration 0.1 to 0.4 seconds, or 100 to 400 milliseconds) forged an unconscious initial mount'n view clocked in at 100 milliseconds or 328.0839895013123 feet per second pointing asper an expert mason hermetically sealing a psychic impression ala mortise and tenon amalgamated conglomerate enterprise glommed zoo wool logical imprimatur difficult, but not impossible loo sin and/or completely dislodge neurological hullabaloo.
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I caressed your back with my fingers As the warm sensation lingers, I whisper sibilantly into your ear As you did the same for me to hear. The shadow touched your shoulders; And so did I, as I held you closer. Our heartbeats were like pre-2002 Timberlake; Rhythmically NSYNC without a mistake, And skin to skin, I felt your touch searing me; Though you left your marks, it felt heavenly. Mesmerised by the sight of you, vulnerable, I heave in air but yet neither of us culpable. I whisper once again, 'You are so beautiful' Everything, became acoustically musical. We held each other, warmed by linen, The present was a gift with a rainbow ribbon, And each moment, closer to passing out; I learnt of what true beauty is really about. I stared deep into your soul, through your eyes, And it felt as though I've come to a euphoric high, As I found myself lost in complete ecstasy. I found love within you, the way it was meant to be. Though the moon met its demise It was an endless night.
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Jul 8, 2016
Jul 8, 2016 at 9:30 AM UTC
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Endless Night [Explicit]
I caressed your back with my fingers As the warm sensation lingers, I whisper sibilantly into your ear As you did the same for me to hear. The shadow touched your shoulders; And so did I, as I held you closer. Our heartbeats were like pre-2002 Timberlake; Rhythmically NSYNC without a mistake, And skin to skin, I felt your touch searing me; Though you left your marks, it felt heavenly. Mesmerised by the sight of you, vulnerable, I heave in air but yet neither of us culpable. I whisper once again, 'You are so beautiful' Everything, became acoustically musical. We held each other, warmed by linen, The present was a gift with a rainbow ribbon, And each moment, closer to passing out; I learnt of what true beauty is really about. I stared deep into your soul, through your eyes, And it felt as though I've come to a euphoric high, As I found myself lost in complete ecstasy. I found love within you, the way it was meant to be. Though the moon met its demise It was an endless night.
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twas the bright idea of zee missus aye air and dedicate this poem (yes tis correct, if you bare lee remember this mister did formerly she push duck clear addressed said spouse "my little buttock blaster" en dear ment - for obvious reasons, and before she begat two 'ere rip press ably lovely daughters), anyway thee wife I fear to publicize contracted a benign strain sans incurable glare ring housecleaning malady (thus far no unpronounceable hair raising name affixed to non contagious nonetheless accursed malady, whereby to keep at bay, scrubbing stubborn stains from clothes, dishes, and gamut of hibernating Ursine horde (nee motley crue) that come breathing alive Nsync with beastie Bay City Rollers Culture Club bing babes upon first spring day engrossed in this, that, or some other sweeping floor foray (analogously to Velveteen Rabbit) shedding gray winter coat when warmer temperatures arrive, where humungous fur clumps would lay comprising sudden empty raft of shelf space minus a may zing globules, oh...lemme get on track, whence frenzied fever "cleaning bug" nee major virus afflicting wife, would necessitate impossible task strapping former feisty Norwegian farm gal in straight jacket ivingsocial every would be no game to play boot tiring and cruel task of her life Yukon say 24/7 daily challenge, which unpredictable timeframe thine remaining lifetime sans wife oye vay would frank lee zap every last oomph of mine if able twin door remaining with spouse meanwhile 'til she obliviously plucks persistent sprouting stranded follicle tiller broad forehead resembles a minuscule tarmac way.
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Feb 1, 2018
Feb 1, 2018 at 11:32 PM UTC
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Overrun By Teddy Bears And Beanie Babies
twas the bright idea of zee missus aye air and dedicate this poem (yes tis correct, if you bare lee remember this mister did formerly she push duck clear addressed said spouse "my little buttock blaster" en dear ment - for obvious reasons, and before she begat two 'ere rip press ably lovely daughters), anyway thee wife I fear to publicize contracted a benign strain sans incurable glare ring housecleaning malady (thus far no unpronounceable hair raising name affixed to non contagious nonetheless accursed malady, whereby to keep at bay, scrubbing stubborn stains from clothes, dishes, and gamut of hibernating Ursine horde (nee motley crue) that come breathing alive Nsync with beastie Bay City Rollers Culture Club bing babes upon first spring day engrossed in this, that, or some other sweeping floor foray (analogously to Velveteen Rabbit) shedding gray winter coat when warmer temperatures arrive, where humungous fur clumps would lay comprising sudden empty raft of shelf space minus a may zing globules, oh...lemme get on track, whence frenzied fever "cleaning bug" nee major virus afflicting wife, would necessitate impossible task strapping former feisty Norwegian farm gal in straight jacket ivingsocial every would be no game to play boot tiring and cruel task of her life Yukon say 24/7 daily challenge, which unpredictable timeframe thine remaining lifetime sans wife oye vay would frank lee zap every last oomph of mine if able twin door remaining with spouse meanwhile 'til she obliviously plucks persistent sprouting stranded follicle tiller broad forehead resembles a minuscule tarmac way.
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The more I learn, the more I realize how little I know… which insightful, gutsy, entrancing, catchy apothegm attributed to Socrates by way of Plato subsequently self ranking myself amidst Phylum Chordata with the Dodo bird Class Aves (namely said extinct flightless winged creature with a mass of 29 – 51 pounds Oh!) once endemic to the island of Mauritius, east of Madagascar in the Indian Ocean, none would be espied, no matter how thorough going across aquatic spreadsheet, one might row eventually coordinating dropping vertical column in toto arriving back to original mentally ponderous premise gamboling feint enroute to see Old Man Wizard Of Oz meets Crow Medicine Show pitching thy quasi recursive query - bro ching concurrence with another maxim to boot “ignorance iz bliss”, which lack o'learn'n doss appeal to this old coot, yet such pithy accordance came to this smart *** to late, a mister wordsmith with a palm pilot maximum glute clamors (at risk of life and limb) to hoot and holler when new kernel of knowledge gleaned finds me mute as if raw bit of savored information akin to unearthing a rare gem, or rare species of newt temporarily allaying fervent quest to root thru hefty tomes of great literature, and tracts that suit many other subjects, less to be arrogant and toot my own horn, but more so... to satisfy an increasingly insatiable hunger grow wing nsync with unquenchable thirsty ambition less for dough (cuz bing po' with treasure trove of voluminous expansive bookish notions doth shaw surpass becoming suddenly wealthy tin *** hustlers with un hewn fifty nine shades of gray straw this haint no cowardly lion seeking Androcles to extract thorn from hum my faux paws.
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May 7, 2018
May 7, 2018 at 7:01 PM UTC
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Aye Am The Questioning Sort
The more I learn, the more I realize how little I know… which insightful, gutsy, entrancing, catchy apothegm attributed to Socrates by way of Plato subsequently self ranking myself amidst Phylum Chordata with the Dodo bird Class Aves (namely said extinct flightless winged creature with a mass of 29 – 51 pounds Oh!) once endemic to the island of Mauritius, east of Madagascar in the Indian Ocean, none would be espied, no matter how thorough going across aquatic spreadsheet, one might row eventually coordinating dropping vertical column in toto arriving back to original mentally ponderous premise gamboling feint enroute to see Old Man Wizard Of Oz meets Crow Medicine Show pitching thy quasi recursive query - bro ching concurrence with another maxim to boot “ignorance iz bliss”, which lack o'learn'n doss appeal to this old coot, yet such pithy accordance came to this smart *** to late, a mister wordsmith with a palm pilot maximum glute clamors (at risk of life and limb) to hoot and holler when new kernel of knowledge gleaned finds me mute as if raw bit of savored information akin to unearthing a rare gem, or rare species of newt temporarily allaying fervent quest to root thru hefty tomes of great literature, and tracts that suit many other subjects, less to be arrogant and toot my own horn, but more so... to satisfy an increasingly insatiable hunger grow wing nsync with unquenchable thirsty ambition less for dough (cuz bing po' with treasure trove of voluminous expansive bookish notions doth shaw surpass becoming suddenly wealthy tin *** hustlers with un hewn fifty nine shades of gray straw this haint no cowardly lion seeking Androcles to extract thorn from hum my faux paws.
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Deeded Mine Singular Default Mode To... Communicate (temporarily, strictly and hypothetically) merely allowing me to burble essentially rendering, limiting, and fixing me tubby nonverbal, where frustration ensued - inducing passivity, asper myself shrugging shoulders in resignation **** sitter ring thy fate nsync with that of a gerbil? Thus codifying, con fining, and consigning stricture to a sorry lot perhaps finding me envying fun Gus of ergot, which organism at least participates in a pro active life cycle, though one may say, said organism doth rot. Now...all Joe King aside, an attempt will be made tried though daunted to cogitate beside Ritch ching deep inside and remain on - ride ding the straight and true so please dont chide restricting me to bide with guise of seriousness, when aye decide did to complete on par tragedy thalidomide wrought, yet this poem, though belied and bedeviled pondering how Yukon not induce tongue re: totally tubularly restrained, sans tubby unable to talk plus afflicted with autism, hence guide did through extreme effort pretending, thus to feign being denied critical skill to chat with a snap allied (NOT with van knit tee), but dead seriousness try ying with futility hypothetically impossible to imagine tubby accursed without means to speak compounded by autism, an immeasurable frustration must mount inside, viz unfortunate behavioral demeanor, nonetheless I cried inside when the limp deceased body of six year old Maddox Ritch – already died, drowned mainly supposedly, when dashing ahead, he didst play hide with his father (Ian Ritch), while the special needs child (unknowingly) both spent final hours together bonding at Rankin Lake Park in Gastonia within North Carolina.
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Oct 5, 2018
Oct 5, 2018 at 3:32 AM UTC
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What If Destiny...
Deeded Mine Singular Default Mode To... Communicate (temporarily, strictly and hypothetically) merely allowing me to burble essentially rendering, limiting, and fixing me tubby nonverbal, where frustration ensued - inducing passivity, asper myself shrugging shoulders in resignation **** sitter ring thy fate nsync with that of a gerbil? Thus codifying, con fining, and consigning stricture to a sorry lot perhaps finding me envying fun Gus of ergot, which organism at least participates in a pro active life cycle, though one may say, said organism doth rot. Now...all Joe King aside, an attempt will be made tried though daunted to cogitate beside Ritch ching deep inside and remain on - ride ding the straight and true so please dont chide restricting me to bide with guise of seriousness, when aye decide did to complete on par tragedy thalidomide wrought, yet this poem, though belied and bedeviled pondering how Yukon not induce tongue re: totally tubularly restrained, sans tubby unable to talk plus afflicted with autism, hence guide did through extreme effort pretending, thus to feign being denied critical skill to chat with a snap allied (NOT with van knit tee), but dead seriousness try ying with futility hypothetically impossible to imagine tubby accursed without means to speak compounded by autism, an immeasurable frustration must mount inside, viz unfortunate behavioral demeanor, nonetheless I cried inside when the limp deceased body of six year old Maddox Ritch – already died, drowned mainly supposedly, when dashing ahead, he didst play hide with his father (Ian Ritch), while the special needs child (unknowingly) both spent final hours together bonding at Rankin Lake Park in Gastonia within North Carolina.
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Handy dandy blues clues plain all purpose favorite refrain i.e. "impossible mission" courtesy complimentary doppelganger G.I. ("Government Issue", "General Issue", or "Ground Infantry") Jane in tandem with Alyson Chain comes to the rescue attempting to describe entrenched nonproductive crippling psychological mindset ascertain most any reader would consider insane embedded deep within genetic code possibly inherited maternal grandfather, who emigrated nineteenth century Ukraine, he (purportedly tailor by trade) only spoke Yiddish, language used by Jews in central and eastern Europe before the Holocaust. Originally German dialect with words from Hebrew, and several modern languages and today spoken mainly in US, Israel, and Russia. Mental illness, (or predisposition thereof) linkedin courtesy heredity, supposition nuts so crazy nor insane, yet nothing further about biology Iberia lee kant hex Spain emotional status concomitantly intertwined with possible causes such as: Autoimmune, Behavioral, Cognitive, Neurological, Environmental - inextricably lodged within cerebral domain manifesting as countless fixations, I disdain (in retrospect) precious time forsaken, and absolute zero benefits to gain, and inflicted severe strain father and mother felt helpless, especially when anorexia nervosa nearly imperiled life source villain rent asunder body electric drivetrain brought corporeal standstill loosed maniac running rampant within brain emaciation delivered me at death's door prescribed medications Mellaril and Elavil nsync with psychiatric intervention plus mother as licensed practical nurse wayne wright me malnourished body nutrient fortified drinks, I passively did abstain eventually grudgingly gained weight buffering scrawny skeletal skein knee membrane definitely stunted growth plus chain reaction impacted livingsocial courtesy thank you me private Charlemagne promoted cultural revival known as Matthew Scott Harris' Carolingian Renaissance.
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Nov 11, 2019
Nov 11, 2019 at 2:58 PM UTC
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Rendered self lame courtesy obsessive compulsive behavior
Handy dandy blues clues plain all purpose favorite refrain i.e. "impossible mission" courtesy complimentary doppelganger G.I. ("Government Issue", "General Issue", or "Ground Infantry") Jane in tandem with Alyson Chain comes to the rescue attempting to describe entrenched nonproductive crippling psychological mindset ascertain most any reader would consider insane embedded deep within genetic code possibly inherited maternal grandfather, who emigrated nineteenth century Ukraine, he (purportedly tailor by trade) only spoke Yiddish, language used by Jews in central and eastern Europe before the Holocaust. Originally German dialect with words from Hebrew, and several modern languages and today spoken mainly in US, Israel, and Russia. Mental illness, (or predisposition thereof) linkedin courtesy heredity, supposition nuts so crazy nor insane, yet nothing further about biology Iberia lee kant hex Spain emotional status concomitantly intertwined with possible causes such as: Autoimmune, Behavioral, Cognitive, Neurological, Environmental - inextricably lodged within cerebral domain manifesting as countless fixations, I disdain (in retrospect) precious time forsaken, and absolute zero benefits to gain, and inflicted severe strain father and mother felt helpless, especially when anorexia nervosa nearly imperiled life source villain rent asunder body electric drivetrain brought corporeal standstill loosed maniac running rampant within brain emaciation delivered me at death's door prescribed medications Mellaril and Elavil nsync with psychiatric intervention plus mother as licensed practical nurse wayne wright me malnourished body nutrient fortified drinks, I passively did abstain eventually grudgingly gained weight buffering scrawny skeletal skein knee membrane definitely stunted growth plus chain reaction impacted livingsocial courtesy thank you me private Charlemagne promoted cultural revival known as Matthew Scott Harris' Carolingian Renaissance.
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Dire straits necessitated yours truly to bethink outside the box (literally outdoors of squarish structured nested dwelling), where blinding albedo effect forced me to blink, additionally also ruffled tail feathers of this sole surviving male bobolink (North American songbird, Dolichonyx oryzivorus) pushing survival species to extinction brink, thus series of unfortunate events woke resident chewink (North American bird, Pipilo erythrophthalmus also called: towhee or ground-robin), tweeted from within his cozy armoire ***** polar vortex froze habitat, whereby arctic wind found brushy areas to clink unwittingly brambles ferocious waving circular rotation wrought minuscule countersink eh, no bigger than a cufflink his ornate bejeweled complex edifice compliments of sizable income allowed, enabled, and provided opportunity in tandem with significant other to create acronym named **** (dual income without kid) acquiring handsome combined income rendering and selling stylized goldfinch also known as distelfink common motif in hex signs and fraktur, which interpretive native folk art eye state meaningless without rhyme nor reason, superfluous gibberish by George, and/or...well... courtesy following more purposeless gobbledygook defying poetaster to incorporate doublethink intelligently nsync with downlink playfully, jauntily, and deliberately creating confounding badinage eyewink at thee, no doubt many an anonymous innocent reader calling me ratfink under their breath or more colorful brutal appellation inducing cheeks of unknown followers turning fifty plus shades of firepink moost definitely concurring gink perfectly apropos description concluded individually versus collectively, quickly, and unanimously i.e. (think) groupthink I approve this entire message, which most likely tinders pet peeve, concluding GoDaddy liberally did hoodwink.
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Dec 20, 2019
Dec 20, 2019 at 7:55 PM UTC
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Stranded courtesy bittercold without food or drink...
Dire straits necessitated yours truly to bethink outside the box (literally outdoors of squarish structured nested dwelling), where blinding albedo effect forced me to blink, additionally also ruffled tail feathers of this sole surviving male bobolink (North American songbird, Dolichonyx oryzivorus) pushing survival species to extinction brink, thus series of unfortunate events woke resident chewink (North American bird, Pipilo erythrophthalmus also called: towhee or ground-robin), tweeted from within his cozy armoire ***** polar vortex froze habitat, whereby arctic wind found brushy areas to clink unwittingly brambles ferocious waving circular rotation wrought minuscule countersink eh, no bigger than a cufflink his ornate bejeweled complex edifice compliments of sizable income allowed, enabled, and provided opportunity in tandem with significant other to create acronym named **** (dual income without kid) acquiring handsome combined income rendering and selling stylized goldfinch also known as distelfink common motif in hex signs and fraktur, which interpretive native folk art eye state meaningless without rhyme nor reason, superfluous gibberish by George, and/or...well... courtesy following more purposeless gobbledygook defying poetaster to incorporate doublethink intelligently nsync with downlink playfully, jauntily, and deliberately creating confounding badinage eyewink at thee, no doubt many an anonymous innocent reader calling me ratfink under their breath or more colorful brutal appellation inducing cheeks of unknown followers turning fifty plus shades of firepink moost definitely concurring gink perfectly apropos description concluded individually versus collectively, quickly, and unanimously i.e. (think) groupthink I approve this entire message, which most likely tinders pet peeve, concluding GoDaddy liberally did hoodwink.
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the great bard and Elizabethan play wright begetting complete dramaturgy explaining fate hollowly airtight succor starved, riddled smitten tattered sir real body politik blight under whelming enthusiasm witnessed blank quarto copyright more tragedy than comedy visited mine biography to date expressed as dearth decayed delight devoid absent audience hip...hip...hooray three chairs to excite zero non-exhaustive effort summoning stagecraft imagining hardened faced spectators muted nonexistent ovation, sans anticlimactic action superfluous stage fright, thus retrospective stance taken billeted envisioned anachronistic gunfight signifying emotional crisis, especially high anxiety pained height incorporating mine every birthday newly aged since LIX January thirteenth orbitz insight oppressive ominous gloomy glum obscuring highland dale light whereby substantial sole action asper arrival of midnight celestial curtain call enclosing somber static theatrical night hoop fully explaining deadening copious heavy breathing followed by extended lapses of utter silence outright spartan mise en scene absent props nsync with holographic thespians staid theatrics displaying plight uneventful sleepy representation quite leaving entire cast (singular char actor his shun of myself) remaining soporific steadfastly right lee measure for measure much ado about nothing hermetically sealed, NON GMO vacuum packed no sight worth seeing on the twelfth night starkly barren aimless padlocked mortal soul asylum no, not even Romeo and Juliet love's labor's lost passion a comedy of errors, viz unbridled trothplight mock king lear ring alls well that ends well where me crushed psyche doth unite with death vis a vis as demise of Julius Caesar et tu Brutus I in vite.
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Jun 4, 2018
Jun 4, 2018 at 7:03 PM UTC
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Mine Kempf As Imagined Writ By Shakespeare
the great bard and Elizabethan play wright begetting complete dramaturgy explaining fate hollowly airtight succor starved, riddled smitten tattered sir real body politik blight under whelming enthusiasm witnessed blank quarto copyright more tragedy than comedy visited mine biography to date expressed as dearth decayed delight devoid absent audience hip...hip...hooray three chairs to excite zero non-exhaustive effort summoning stagecraft imagining hardened faced spectators muted nonexistent ovation, sans anticlimactic action superfluous stage fright, thus retrospective stance taken billeted envisioned anachronistic gunfight signifying emotional crisis, especially high anxiety pained height incorporating mine every birthday newly aged since LIX January thirteenth orbitz insight oppressive ominous gloomy glum obscuring highland dale light whereby substantial sole action asper arrival of midnight celestial curtain call enclosing somber static theatrical night hoop fully explaining deadening copious heavy breathing followed by extended lapses of utter silence outright spartan mise en scene absent props nsync with holographic thespians staid theatrics displaying plight uneventful sleepy representation quite leaving entire cast (singular char actor his shun of myself) remaining soporific steadfastly right lee measure for measure much ado about nothing hermetically sealed, NON GMO vacuum packed no sight worth seeing on the twelfth night starkly barren aimless padlocked mortal soul asylum no, not even Romeo and Juliet love's labor's lost passion a comedy of errors, viz unbridled trothplight mock king lear ring alls well that ends well where me crushed psyche doth unite with death vis a vis as demise of Julius Caesar et tu Brutus I in vite.
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while atop the surface of planet Earth humanity all abustle skittering to and fro, hither and yon engaged in self important activity yielding profits, sans blood, sweat and tears won full throttle industrial manufacturers quaking unstoppably only intermittently pausing, where managers standing arms akimbo asper quizzical looking hue cree ton megaphone blaring orders to underlings so "Boss" tweed can line pockets for his/her daughter and/or son Head Honcho most aggrieved, when red ink doth run undermining the bottom line, thus farming out labor to distant places (where wages amount to pennies on the dollar) locals such as Lake Woebegone, Qum, Timbuktu, et cetera where pun gnashing working conditions tantamount to slave labor, yet scare other options open hence able bodied men, women and children scramble, despite back breaking grueling physically exhausting grunt job accepting second to none with nary any rest for weary long as workweek includes a mon day, where bloodied bare hands claw purported Mother lode with feigned frenzied zest enterprise bolstered via executive bank ministers financing lucrative scheme attended to by majordomo attired in expensive ves corporate investment project elicits quaffing, imbibing, and chugging elixir produced from heavily guarded recipe qua electric kool aid acid test where coeval business men/women rest assured bonanza forecast upon former green acres hiding treasured quest marginally concerned such nettlesome pillaging, ravaging, torturing ranks wealth driven vanity as deleterious pest shortsighted exploitation money making embarkation glorified as investment nsync to feather nest retirement funds despite leaving the environment messed up, whereby future generations saddled with poorly bandaging gentrifying, resuscitating gaping wounds upon Gaia at best shortening quality of life for all (poetry) Earthlings aye attest.
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May 12, 2018
May 12, 2018 at 1:36 PM UTC
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Anthropocentrism Wreck Less Track Record
while atop the surface of planet Earth humanity all abustle skittering to and fro, hither and yon engaged in self important activity yielding profits, sans blood, sweat and tears won full throttle industrial manufacturers quaking unstoppably only intermittently pausing, where managers standing arms akimbo asper quizzical looking hue cree ton megaphone blaring orders to underlings so "Boss" tweed can line pockets for his/her daughter and/or son Head Honcho most aggrieved, when red ink doth run undermining the bottom line, thus farming out labor to distant places (where wages amount to pennies on the dollar) locals such as Lake Woebegone, Qum, Timbuktu, et cetera where pun gnashing working conditions tantamount to slave labor, yet scare other options open hence able bodied men, women and children scramble, despite back breaking grueling physically exhausting grunt job accepting second to none with nary any rest for weary long as workweek includes a mon day, where bloodied bare hands claw purported Mother lode with feigned frenzied zest enterprise bolstered via executive bank ministers financing lucrative scheme attended to by majordomo attired in expensive ves corporate investment project elicits quaffing, imbibing, and chugging elixir produced from heavily guarded recipe qua electric kool aid acid test where coeval business men/women rest assured bonanza forecast upon former green acres hiding treasured quest marginally concerned such nettlesome pillaging, ravaging, torturing ranks wealth driven vanity as deleterious pest shortsighted exploitation money making embarkation glorified as investment nsync to feather nest retirement funds despite leaving the environment messed up, whereby future generations saddled with poorly bandaging gentrifying, resuscitating gaping wounds upon Gaia at best shortening quality of life for all (poetry) Earthlings aye attest.
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(Me slippery fingers slither, slip and slide splashing ala Jackson ******* sans slap dash experimental, swiftly tailored and harried writing style, yes on par with purging, spewing, venting...unexpurgated, unexpressed, unexplained... words, which this Engelbert Humperdinck singer/songwriter, (whose name inexplicably popped into the mind of this Dadaist) offers "FAKE" apology for any self inflicted, or sadomasochistic flagellated cranial contusions out of utter futility to make sense regarding following gobbledygook! GOOD LUCK! Mine groovy palmar flexion creases forever moistened by porous size **** leaking levees provoking deluge outranking Biblical flood - handy history (in miniature) replete with Ark keel logical artifacts discovered by hall n oats marked wainwright - about 10 stone and 5 pound huckster, circa Fin de siècle, when callous ten hooks (calisthenics, eh) caught without Noah shadow of a doubt proof positive by Matthew Scott, (amat sure his surname) linkedin to storied testament rivalling epic of Gilgamesh, nee the entire spoilers alerts since dawn of civilization writ small impossible mission to decipher indelibly etched, (what appear as Egyptian hieroglyphics), methinks his perspiration contains preservative agent, (a natural formaldehyde like substance) generated nsync to maintain eternal youthfulness, which stumps medical community, and earned him hashtagged "hotmail" (eagerly sought after human commodity), a blessing and curse palms plagued with chronic wetness, yet lines (little flushed streams of consciousness) rowed by itty bitty teensy weensy merry daydreamers harkens back when life held faint promise for scattered (contra) bands of bipedal hominids fiercely competing with trumpeting (Taj Mahal sized) beasts (donned tousled windswept hirsute trademark) Euclid heir'm barreling along barren steppes all around the one straggly mulberry bush, where one pensive monkey (protohuman) chased the weasel all around the world wide web.
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Feb 13, 2019
Feb 13, 2019 at 4:02 PM UTC
matthew-scott-harris2p
Palm History Awash With Drips
(Me slippery fingers slither, slip and slide splashing ala Jackson ******* sans slap dash experimental, swiftly tailored and harried writing style, yes on par with purging, spewing, venting...unexpurgated, unexpressed, unexplained... words, which this Engelbert Humperdinck singer/songwriter, (whose name inexplicably popped into the mind of this Dadaist) offers "FAKE" apology for any self inflicted, or sadomasochistic flagellated cranial contusions out of utter futility to make sense regarding following gobbledygook! GOOD LUCK! Mine groovy palmar flexion creases forever moistened by porous size **** leaking levees provoking deluge outranking Biblical flood - handy history (in miniature) replete with Ark keel logical artifacts discovered by hall n oats marked wainwright - about 10 stone and 5 pound huckster, circa Fin de siècle, when callous ten hooks (calisthenics, eh) caught without Noah shadow of a doubt proof positive by Matthew Scott, (amat sure his surname) linkedin to storied testament rivalling epic of Gilgamesh, nee the entire spoilers alerts since dawn of civilization writ small impossible mission to decipher indelibly etched, (what appear as Egyptian hieroglyphics), methinks his perspiration contains preservative agent, (a natural formaldehyde like substance) generated nsync to maintain eternal youthfulness, which stumps medical community, and earned him hashtagged "hotmail" (eagerly sought after human commodity), a blessing and curse palms plagued with chronic wetness, yet lines (little flushed streams of consciousness) rowed by itty bitty teensy weensy merry daydreamers harkens back when life held faint promise for scattered (contra) bands of bipedal hominids fiercely competing with trumpeting (Taj Mahal sized) beasts (donned tousled windswept hirsute trademark) Euclid heir'm barreling along barren steppes all around the one straggly mulberry bush, where one pensive monkey (protohuman) chased the weasel all around the world wide web.
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Most of my Lix spittle existence found me figuratively (primarily academically) adrift, and malfunctioning blinker analogous to a boat with out an ankh (caws away) aimlessly bobbing - and drowning akin to a besotted drinker just out of rest to be rescued by Mister Rinker sea ming lee without any hook, line and sinker despite being gifted with an above average thinker from without, where two myopic ocular orbs did winker. All thru academia just barely passing grades metaphorically suffered from anemia, and at my nadir, thy prepubescent psyche plummeted lovely bones into grave state, sans anorexia minus bulimia mental health also linkedin shot thru through with healthy dose of dysthymia cap (tinned em man hint mettle) kept awake with insomnia peppering cerebral cortex with monomania buzzfeed ding somnambulant zombified condition with a burning desire toward pyromania nsync with unmanageable raging (red dee and bull lush) testosterone spawning satyromania the above particularly accentuated, and cresting with accursed triskaidekaphobia most agonizing, when orbitz around Earth demarcated ten plus on a Friday the thirteenth, hence death be not proud sought after utopia pleading, longing, and hooping if I Willoughby able to sprinkle cremated ashes across Xenia.
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Oct 22, 2018
Oct 22, 2018 at 11:36 AM UTC
matthew-scott-harris2p
On Lacking Sticktoitiveness
Most of my Lix spittle existence found me figuratively (primarily academically) adrift, and malfunctioning blinker analogous to a boat with out an ankh (caws away) aimlessly bobbing - and drowning akin to a besotted drinker just out of rest to be rescued by Mister Rinker sea ming lee without any hook, line and sinker despite being gifted with an above average thinker from without, where two myopic ocular orbs did winker. All thru academia just barely passing grades metaphorically suffered from anemia, and at my nadir, thy prepubescent psyche plummeted lovely bones into grave state, sans anorexia minus bulimia mental health also linkedin shot thru through with healthy dose of dysthymia cap (tinned em man hint mettle) kept awake with insomnia peppering cerebral cortex with monomania buzzfeed ding somnambulant zombified condition with a burning desire toward pyromania nsync with unmanageable raging (red dee and bull lush) testosterone spawning satyromania the above particularly accentuated, and cresting with accursed triskaidekaphobia most agonizing, when orbitz around Earth demarcated ten plus on a Friday the thirteenth, hence death be not proud sought after utopia pleading, longing, and hooping if I Willoughby able to sprinkle cremated ashes across Xenia.
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