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"propagations" poems
The pungent aroma of sandalwood is a poor diversion for the administration of intravenous ****** One may be spellbound by whispering seductions which can lull a person into a golden-brown complacency. Overdose captivates the attention, and the reality of fantasy pervades the human heart in the same manner as an arrow from a crossbow which strikes the soul in Sherwood Forest. It’s a texture like sun. But many are the afflicted under her psychoactive propagations. Now you truly know what it is all about. Or do you?
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Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 2:44 PM UTC
An Arrow of Analgesia
Aren’t you amazed at the propagations of politics? But let us not become enraptured by the plausibility of oratory wonders. That which is palatable, yet unexpected, is revealed in spectacular semantics. The winds may blow the surface of grass from side-to-side, as we perch on the threshold of a new dawn, while rhetorical laughter echoes her hysterical shrieks in familial connectedness. We are truly on the brink of advancement – don’t you think? Scottish mist hangs her powerful head over the glens of Rannoch moor, in a manner which is ghostly atmospheric. The clearances of old will never be forgotten in the valley of Glencoe.
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Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 3:33 PM UTC
Highland Protestantism
Assume the role of groundskeeper entirely and entitledly. This is your destiny: as a human being your role is to care for every plant, animal, and fungus as your kin, for they are the material that breeds us. Permaculture is a simple tale: Listen, and you will be told; Ask, and you will be answered; Play and you will be happy :) Your propagations, transplants, and seeds will grow, flower, and reseed...
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Mar 30, 2020
Mar 30, 2020 at 2:27 PM UTC
Permaculture: a diary entry
I have travelled and dodged the bullets dragged the leaded knees on casted iron covered with clay on my bear bosoms felt your depth in my search ohh my love and as I lay caressing your feet unhurriedly   I feast in your unknown moistured touch tongue on tongue preaching gospels unheard travelling on transverse unmet peregrinations hoping to thread at the core where we adjoin learning again how to heave against the gradient on paralleled transgressions exploring propagations breaking walls and decoding the remissions delegating preliminary positions to submission feverish ardour of anticipation and langour I long for you sweet valentine, comeby on board
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Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 4:49 PM UTC
Comeby on board....sweet valentine