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i must give you a full physical exam to fully grasp my prognosis and plan of treatment for you... dont be afraid i feel confident, no need to debate i can satisfy and gratify your pre-dic-ament in the richest succulent as a specialist, to some degree my healing hands work expertly but to receive full and complete treatment you must partake my honey rather frequent for a better plan of action i require a full body transfusion a chemical mixture of center fuses a delicate blending of our juices this may require several procedures over time it provides many features healing properties of your most vital ***** however worth it, even if, it cost a fortune to this a can guarantee success but first you must fully undress i work with energy transference your help required for successful convergence of the best possible results between two consenting adults bartering is certainly a viable option for your long term medical condition providing equal services for each other helps maintain balance to one another
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Mar 28, 2017
Mar 28, 2017 at 1:01 AM UTC
Doctor, Doctor give me the news
Nerds, Geeks, Fanboys or Girls We are more than your Sheldon We love our worlds Our passion is more than T-Shirt Deep. You've seen Spider-Man? Good for you! I can tell you in which issue Gwen Stacey dies I can spoil 4 future seasons of Game of Thrones and no I didn't need a ****** show; Walking Dead.......whatever been doing that since 2001 Our entertainment is far from the television or movie You buy your toy or your ticket but don't think you know us. We created these worlds they are by us and for us We are not just maladjusted brainiacs we feel deeper and want more You watch; we experience We fly through the sky on the backs of dragons We know the regenerations of The Doctor We don't just relate To fiction, but THROUGH fiction. We know the Allomantic properties of pewter You don't.....? Wait a year, you will...
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May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 8:31 AM UTC
We are more than Sheldon
The shortest distance between two points of travel. The fastest method for achieving a result. Quickest answer for a resolution. Marrying equals.   All terminology meaning essentially the same thing; synthesis. That is what the two-party system is meant to be doing. It is the point of checks and balances. A check is a stopgap. A balance is a measure.   No one wants to ban personal firearms. No one wants mentally-ill people to own them. No one advocates violence by school teachers to assuage future potential violence. No reasonable person wants children to grow up in a police state school system. No American believes that State and Federal government can agree on what should be done in all states.   We will not be arming teachers. Nor will we be banning guns. There will never be armed guards at public schools. States and the Federal government disagree on so many levels there will never be consensus on change when it comes to this issue. So, change the issue in a way that offers a stopgap as a measure.   The President of The United States issues a proclamation that all land directly adjacent to the front of all public schools will be bought by the federal government at today's market price. That price will be fixed provided the states do two things. Use state eminent domain laws(every state already has them) to file a claim on said properties and assess the value thereof for the federal government.   Secondly, establish police precincts on said property.     Ask yourself; "How many children would die if the local police were directly across the street from the school at the time of the shooting?" And, "Would Conservatives or Liberals be against this proposal?"    Also, We should all remember that these shooters plan their attacks and would have to plan around the police being there immediately after they begin one.   Problem solved...                              ...and no one touched a gun(right) to do it.
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Feb 23, 2018
Feb 23, 2018 at 3:04 AM UTC
A Gun Essay
The shortest distance between two points of travel. The fastest method for achieving a result. Quickest answer for a resolution. Marrying equals.   All terminology meaning essentially the same thing; synthesis. That is what the two-party system is meant to be doing. It is the point of checks and balances. A check is a stopgap. A balance is a measure.   No one wants to ban personal firearms. No one wants mentally-ill people to own them. No one advocates violence by school teachers to assuage future potential violence. No reasonable person wants children to grow up in a police state school system. No American believes that State and Federal government can agree on what should be done in all states.   We will not be arming teachers. Nor will we be banning guns. There will never be armed guards at public schools. States and the Federal government disagree on so many levels there will never be consensus on change when it comes to this issue. So, change the issue in a way that offers a stopgap as a measure.   The President of The United States issues a proclamation that all land directly adjacent to the front of all public schools will be bought by the federal government at today's market price. That price will be fixed provided the states do two things. Use state eminent domain laws(every state already has them) to file a claim on said properties and assess the value thereof for the federal government.   Secondly, establish police precincts on said property.     Ask yourself; "How many children would die if the local police were directly across the street from the school at the time of the shooting?" And, "Would Conservatives or Liberals be against this proposal?"    Also, We should all remember that these shooters plan their attacks and would have to plan around the police being there immediately after they begin one.   Problem solved...                              ...and no one touched a gun(right) to do it.
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A little thing, a simple gift, Flowing seamlessly in a lift, Giving life to its cool, concerned touch Raising a calm, excited, but rapid bunch Through the bushes and into the flood, Flowing in to the hearts of the ones Over each shade and tint--becoming one value. Weightless like air it flies, Sprinkling the ground with joy, As it brings out the younger girls and boys, To play as if it were the very last day, Of the first summer vacation, And not a rainy day.
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Apr 30, 2012
Apr 30, 2012 at 12:51 AM UTC
Properties Of Water
So close to your scent, I feel I should pay rent. Something you will not know you smell, until a time comes when you go. And suddenly everything smells like that. WHAT IS THAT SMELL? And you calculate the ingredients to the potion of that smell.. A smell you know so well.. But you can not list it's properties You are it's only property. A smell you can not tell the smell of. And when we're back again the smell almost goes, it gets camp set up and lost inside my nose. You enter the world of this smell, it's warm and it's cozy, it's familiar and almost dusty. It smells like skin. Which smells like nothing. It smells like hair Which smells like something. It smells like breath without a particular scent. It smells like clothes and armpits. It smells like a sample scent of another world. Which I am nosing around It smells like all of your belongings and all the things that you do put into one familiar you. It smells like sawdust, it smells like dog walking, it smells like toast, it smells like early morning, it smells of the coast, it smells of laptop, it smells of toothpaste, it smells like tents. It smells of carpets, It smells of washing powder, It smells of your house and your power shower, It smells like Apple shampoo and all the other things that you like to do. It smells like you.
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Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 5:15 PM UTC
Inhaling.
I built a Greek column A Tuscan column to be precise It's about three floors in height I used materials I didn't know I owned Shimmering and glistening small white oval pebbles Flat and fat ones Sand, best of its kind Limestone with all its magical properties And Nautilus shells from the beaches of Callao. I wish I have built it for looks only But I did it for me It fits well between my neck and naval line For when my earthquakes threaten my core
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Jun 3, 2019
Jun 3, 2019 at 7:41 PM UTC
Greek Column
Sagittarius ♐️ ~~~~~~~~~~ Sagittarius is so joyous and very fun loving Amethyst,Turquoise,Lapis Lazuli n Blue Topaz Grace her body with healing properties now. I recommend Azurite stone, Blue lace Agate Tourmaline pink, Malachite, n Yellow Sapphire Topaz of white and beautiful Ruby Stones A Zircon Crystal and Snowflake Obsidian Rich Merlinite, Labralite ,Dioptase n Charolite In these healing crystals wear them with faith Understanding the powers the Universe grants Sacred is the space that you take upon Earth. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Written by Philip. December 23rd 2018.
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Dec 22, 2018
Dec 22, 2018 at 7:52 PM UTC
Sagittarius ♐️ November 23- December 22
*“If people bring so much courage to this world the world has to **** them to break them, so of course it kills them. The world breaks every one and afterward many are* strong at the broken places." A Farewell to Arms, Ernest Hemingway <> struggling with so much, then this scripture of writing sent by some unfamiliar, a providential provider; and I am realized, this man is broken in ways you have no idea, can~not comp~re~hend   understanding floods, healing required, for I too have been killed, my trust and beliefs, trashed, too many fools who think that moral equivalence is a thing, that the unspeakable is justified, hatred makes me so broke so low, how, justification is not justice, nor an excuse to do whatever cross the street, and believe, that drivers will honor a red, a stop sign, but plenty think this don’t apply to me, not me getting on the back of a line is for fools, people who cannot answer the arrogant question of the insistent “Do You Know Who I am?” I know who I am, yet the ponderance of evidence says that is not enough, I am insufficient, I am less than human, I am undeserving, because of my ancestry And I will spare you the precise definitions of these statements, for it should be unnecessary, you should be nodding in agreement, clear eyed understanding, intuitive, in your own broken bones felt! But, my bones are broken, and the healing needs a source, a “see here” directive, explain me how my insane madness is not a proper responsa to the weight of hate my eyes see, seen, and that my own eyes are not lying, but believed. but intuitively understood that my broken bones can be healed, each in their own way, so I will retire, perhaps return when, even if not fully recovered, sufficient to care enough, ready to be rebroken, again, for this! this! is my true poetic ancestry thousands of years have not broken us, and never will, for it is not fear that will prevent our resurrection, for we immunized, for what unimaginable have we not known, and yet recovered, this, I believe, my healing will be quiet, solitary, removed from the distractive noises of invective infecting, but I will be present, for my children, and my children’s children will look to this ancestor and learn that his blood and bones deeds them the self-healing properties that always has and always will defeat those who seek to destroy your future 1) the DNA of your ancestry inherited inherent in your bone marrow   and bone tissue is continuously remodeled through the concerted actions of bone marrow cells 2) Stem cells in your red bone marrow (hematopoietic stem cells) create red and white blood cells and platelets, all of which are components of your whole blood. so here is our truth: when, ***The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places!*** our whole blood will replenish us
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Nov 17, 2023
Nov 17, 2023 at 10:09 AM UTC
strong at the broken places, my whole blood
*“If people bring so much courage to this world the world has to **** them to break them, so of course it kills them. The world breaks every one and afterward many are* strong at the broken places." A Farewell to Arms, Ernest Hemingway <> struggling with so much, then this scripture of writing sent by some unfamiliar, a providential provider; and I am realized, this man is broken in ways you have no idea, can~not comp~re~hend   understanding floods, healing required, for I too have been killed, my trust and beliefs, trashed, too many fools who think that moral equivalence is a thing, that the unspeakable is justified, hatred makes me so broke so low, how, justification is not justice, nor an excuse to do whatever cross the street, and believe, that drivers will honor a red, a stop sign, but plenty think this don’t apply to me, not me getting on the back of a line is for fools, people who cannot answer the arrogant question of the insistent “Do You Know Who I am?” I know who I am, yet the ponderance of evidence says that is not enough, I am insufficient, I am less than human, I am undeserving, because of my ancestry And I will spare you the precise definitions of these statements, for it should be unnecessary, you should be nodding in agreement, clear eyed understanding, intuitive, in your own broken bones felt! But, my bones are broken, and the healing needs a source, a “see here” directive, explain me how my insane madness is not a proper responsa to the weight of hate my eyes see, seen, and that my own eyes are not lying, but believed. but intuitively understood that my broken bones can be healed, each in their own way, so I will retire, perhaps return when, even if not fully recovered, sufficient to care enough, ready to be rebroken, again, for this! this! is my true poetic ancestry thousands of years have not broken us, and never will, for it is not fear that will prevent our resurrection, for we immunized, for what unimaginable have we not known, and yet recovered, this, I believe, my healing will be quiet, solitary, removed from the distractive noises of invective infecting, but I will be present, for my children, and my children’s children will look to this ancestor and learn that his blood and bones deeds them the self-healing properties that always has and always will defeat those who seek to destroy your future 1) the DNA of your ancestry inherited inherent in your bone marrow   and bone tissue is continuously remodeled through the concerted actions of bone marrow cells 2) Stem cells in your red bone marrow (hematopoietic stem cells) create red and white blood cells and platelets, all of which are components of your whole blood. so here is our truth: when, ***The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places!*** our whole blood will replenish us
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a real estate agent is the person to talk to if you want a house with a nice ocean view listings of these kind of properties are rare there's not many on the market which isn't very fair residing on the scenic North Carolina coastline would most definitely be ever so divine as the sun rises I'd look out over the bay to catch a glimpse of the yachts sailing away upon my two storey deck I'd read a book whilst partaking of a serving of salad and roasted chook I'll be on the phone to the realtor this afternoon so he can line up a sale for me pretty soon near the seaside is where I want to nest living in a bush locale isn't all the best to smell the sea breeze wafting o'er my yard that would be a fabulous tip top draw card where the brine rushes into the sandy shore I'd so love to be situated there forevermore my pots and pans are packed and ready to go I'm just waiting to hear from the realtor Mr Row
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Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 7:19 PM UTC
Realtor
Sings hymns to appease the wrath of the gods. Plough the fallowed ground and acknowledge that feminine seductions are the source of interplanetary equilibrium. Is that the best that you have got? Well, we know your wiles and will not succumb to your enticements, despite those expectations of the authorities. A wet orifice certainly comes at a price, yet her warmth contains forbidden properties in the face of ritualistic defiance. So, my heavenly being, I urge you to bow the knee in humble adoration to your anatomical deceptions.
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Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 3:41 PM UTC
Moist Friction
Little pieces of paper To threaten the existence of Little girls Why know English? To comprehend a language That many of us already speak ? Why learn Math? In ten years' time, I don't see myself doing set theory or applying circle properties to my occupation Its' called common sense And this common sense will lead me to believe and to perceive whatever I have to do In ten years' time At this juncture, I must ask Is common sense being taught? Why learn Science? Yes understanding the world before us Humanities? Science and Humanities Common foes Threatens each others' existence One looks at human conditions The other make theories to "disprove" that human condition Love is blind, says one. Love is Everything, "This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet" The great poet has uttered. Pieces of paper With marks scrawled in red Threatens my very existence Live your life to the fullest. Becomes a misleading statement. And then again, exams seem like a milestone And many of us frogs Which leap from one to another Drown in the middle Hop up to another A never-ending series of jumps All the way till I'm 22. Little pieces of paper To threaten the existence of Little girls
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Sep 1, 2013
Sep 1, 2013 at 9:18 AM UTC
Exams
I am the equation of infinite outcome. Why then, do the sum of my actions divide my attention from the equation itself. Either the theory is flawed or the law is wrong. Don't quote this quotient it isn't divisible. It's almost as if this is an inverse operation. The properties aren't proportional to the level of difficulty. The answer is adjacent to one before. The problem is, I always get the same answer.
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Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 10:26 PM UTC
It's just simple math.
Seeds of the Dandelion appear intertwined; Tightly woven tendrils weave and hold in close bond; Stretched fingers offer anchor for each other, though hesitant. When the time is right and the slightest wind blows, seeds of the dandelion                go. Parachutes of white snow. A moment in time stalk stands naked in the wind, having lost everything; Though the taproot runs deep and in reality, millions more will seek a new birth. We may think it a waste, unwanted seeds being placed hither and yon. But what about the Dandelion? Some call this **** a ruderal this “lion’s tooth” with the long taproot feeding bees and butterflies. With detoxifying properties, this plant has seen atrocities of prejudice, bigotry and intolerance; But it just goes on to do it’s job holding on as long as it can til the parachutes of snow                  go and the cycle of life repeats. © Marlene Dunham 2010
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Jun 26, 2010
Jun 26, 2010 at 12:07 PM UTC
Dandelion
Nothing is absolute And there are countless variables thrown into the mix Do your best to simplify Search for those high exponents to bring your base to a better place No need for negativity Times can get adverse and even inverse But you must remain in power as an integer There is no substitute for you Distribute some of your positiveness To all groupings of coefficients And their properties You have yet to reach your prime, but you will
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Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 12:16 PM UTC
I'm Bad At Math
822 This Consciousness that is aware Of Neighbors and the Sun Will be the one aware of Death And that itself alone Is traversing the interval Experience between And most profound experiment Appointed unto Men— How adequate unto itself Its properties shall be Itself unto itself and none Shall make discovery. Adventure most unto itself The Soul condemned to be— Attended by a single Hound Its own identity.
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This Consciousness that is aware
Jubilee All the books are cleared No more debts No more liens All properties are returned The past is buried
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Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 4:45 PM UTC
The Year of Jubilee
Theres an original Aussie lingo That out there one can hear~ Most of all when you are in the country And places like that you love so dear~ RIPPA RITA , An aussie bush expression of rejoice~ When something really goes so well And usually not by choice~ FAIR DINKUM means simply for real Are you fair dinkum mate~ STRUTH another real Aussie expression A bush word for something that you hate~ Just a few words of real Aussie lingo You might hear now and again~ SEND HER DOWN HUGHY they'll cry When they reall do need rain~ STONE THE CROWS you'll hear them yell When something happens by surprise~ Often in the country When they can't believe their eyes~ HOWZ ZAT a bloke will often call out when he manages to do something better than right~ And very indeed proud of himself Without trying to skite~ RIGHTIO dad will call out to mum When she hollows don't forget to get the bread~ TOO FLAMEN RIGHT he'll say back to her When she says well ... did ja get it ted~ YA GREAT GALLOOT is what they'll call you When you do something really wrong~ So much original Aussie lingo They should put it all within a song~ SHIELA'S are of course suingle women Who often are as well called BIRDS~ All this fantastic Aussie terminology How I miss all these words~ Ocker's are usually blokes in shorts and thongs They call thongs Japanese riding boots~ CODJA'S are older blokes Sometimes they call them COOT'S~ COCKIES are blokes that own properties STRIKEN A BLOW is a term for work~ BLUDGERS are those that don't like do do it And being lazy is to of course SHIRK~ All that age old aussie lingo I miss it so I do~ Can't wait to say HOWZ YA GOEN MATE And G DAY to a mate or two~ It's all got a sound of it's own One gets used to it in life~ Like the LITTLE WOMEN and THE BETTER HALF Is what they call a wife a wife~ ( Was'nt game to use spell check lol ) https://youtu.be/PT331BRkkP0 Terrence Michael Sutton Copyright 2018
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Jul 19, 2018
Jul 19, 2018 at 8:57 PM UTC
AUSSIE LINGO
Theres an original Aussie lingo That out there one can hear~ Most of all when you are in the country And places like that you love so dear~ RIPPA RITA , An aussie bush expression of rejoice~ When something really goes so well And usually not by choice~ FAIR DINKUM means simply for real Are you fair dinkum mate~ STRUTH another real Aussie expression A bush word for something that you hate~ Just a few words of real Aussie lingo You might hear now and again~ SEND HER DOWN HUGHY they'll cry When they reall do need rain~ STONE THE CROWS you'll hear them yell When something happens by surprise~ Often in the country When they can't believe their eyes~ HOWZ ZAT a bloke will often call out when he manages to do something better than right~ And very indeed proud of himself Without trying to skite~ RIGHTIO dad will call out to mum When she hollows don't forget to get the bread~ TOO FLAMEN RIGHT he'll say back to her When she says well ... did ja get it ted~ YA GREAT GALLOOT is what they'll call you When you do something really wrong~ So much original Aussie lingo They should put it all within a song~ SHIELA'S are of course suingle women Who often are as well called BIRDS~ All this fantastic Aussie terminology How I miss all these words~ Ocker's are usually blokes in shorts and thongs They call thongs Japanese riding boots~ CODJA'S are older blokes Sometimes they call them COOT'S~ COCKIES are blokes that own properties STRIKEN A BLOW is a term for work~ BLUDGERS are those that don't like do do it And being lazy is to of course SHIRK~ All that age old aussie lingo I miss it so I do~ Can't wait to say HOWZ YA GOEN MATE And G DAY to a mate or two~ It's all got a sound of it's own One gets used to it in life~ Like the LITTLE WOMEN and THE BETTER HALF Is what they call a wife a wife~ ( Was'nt game to use spell check lol ) https://youtu.be/PT331BRkkP0 Terrence Michael Sutton Copyright 2018
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a great ingredient I've discovered for cookery in the past it was never added to my recipes for I wasn't aware of its tasty properties recently a friend introduced me to it now all my meat and vegetable dishes are super hits those bland old recipes of an era gone by no longer in my kitchen do they apply garlic is now my favorite cooking additive and on my crockery plates long shall it live
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Nov 8, 2013
Nov 8, 2013 at 8:42 AM UTC
Garlic
By: Cedric McClester Smoke a blunt? Somebody's gonna! Though it ain’t The same marijuana That they smoked Back in the day So what’s inside it anyway? Truthfully, it’s hard to say It might be laced with Fentanyl Until you smoked it How could you tell? Ya see, it’s properties Don’t ring a bell So their affects Could be hell And now they rush To legalize For the dollars I’d surmise Whether, or not That move is wise See those who object Are ostracized Yet all the evidence Isn’t in And that alone Speaks to the sin The wise go slow But fools rush in So John Q Public Takes it on the chin Cedric McClester, Copyright (c) 2019.  All rights reserved.
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Feb 6, 2019
Feb 6, 2019 at 5:02 PM UTC
MAY I BE BLUNT?
Consumer Culture makes me sick, it burns like acid contained in coffee cups the size of your heart exploding. Music that will **** your ears for only a buck because it is a song shaped by greed alongside factories, with smoke stacks acting as sploof tubes, covering the smell of life created just to be killed. They have innocent eyes an organism giving away its only truth for convenience, for simplicity **** your fast food, **** your jellybean president. Employment is conscription to join on the losing side in the war on your time and mind, The Double Bind. You ought to love your country but do you? You ought to compete, go for the win **** your friends, get to the top. Do you know what the prize is? One morning you wake up and find that your game was a farce and you aren't what you really are but what you could of been. Defend your limits. For we are waterfalls, spinning wheels of imagination shaping clay with organic inspirations planting ideas in the fertile unconsciousness Don't form beliefs, form a question. Understand we are ice-9 collectively, we are the watering-system We are the true god through experience mystic disbanded stars that are the galaxies. Properties of our composition suggests that, you better let this water flow, because if you don't a world full of love would love to strike you down making you coo and swoon over the symbols of a dream, the beautiful sunflower riding a bike, hitting a hacky sack perfectly at the end of the day a cup beckons inscribed with your name are you just going to sit and stare at it?
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Apr 19, 2011
Apr 19, 2011 at 7:47 AM UTC
Cult
Consumer Culture makes me sick, it burns like acid contained in coffee cups the size of your heart exploding. Music that will **** your ears for only a buck because it is a song shaped by greed alongside factories, with smoke stacks acting as sploof tubes, covering the smell of life created just to be killed. They have innocent eyes an organism giving away its only truth for convenience, for simplicity **** your fast food, **** your jellybean president. Employment is conscription to join on the losing side in the war on your time and mind, The Double Bind. You ought to love your country but do you? You ought to compete, go for the win **** your friends, get to the top. Do you know what the prize is? One morning you wake up and find that your game was a farce and you aren't what you really are but what you could of been. Defend your limits. For we are waterfalls, spinning wheels of imagination shaping clay with organic inspirations planting ideas in the fertile unconsciousness Don't form beliefs, form a question. Understand we are ice-9 collectively, we are the watering-system We are the true god through experience mystic disbanded stars that are the galaxies. Properties of our composition suggests that, you better let this water flow, because if you don't a world full of love would love to strike you down making you coo and swoon over the symbols of a dream, the beautiful sunflower riding a bike, hitting a hacky sack perfectly at the end of the day a cup beckons inscribed with your name are you just going to sit and stare at it?
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