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Did you know that if you don't stretch in the correct way, you might end up thwarting the entire purpose of your workout and suffer unwanted injuries? Doing pre-workout stretches thoroughly will determine whether you are benefiting from your workout or whether it's worsening your muscle tear. Here are the major stretching crimes that you should never commit. Not doing a proper warm-up According to gym instructors worldwide, this is the most commonly committed crimes in any gym. A warm-up is a must before any kind of workout — cardio or weights — and must ideally last at least 12-15 minutes. Assuming that stretching is a warm-up Stretching and warming up is not the same. You need to warm up first, before you are ready to stretch. A slow jog or brisk walking on the treadmill is a good warm-up. Rushing through your stretching exercises Stretching should be for the entire body. You cannot skip any parts. Involve stretches that work your lower back, shoulders, calves, stomach, quads etc. You should not move from one stretch to the other in very quick succession because that may cause untoward injuries. Try to hold each stretch for 20 seconds. When you breathe deeply and hold the stretch, your muscles get trained to tolerate the maximum that your limbs can go to. Giving stretching a skip after a workout You have done an hour of strenuous exercise and now you just want to rush out of the gym; that is a huge mistake. Spend some time bending and stretching after your sweat session. Then, do a cool down before you leave the gym. Not stretching every day You need to be your flexible best always and that can only happen if you stretch daily, even on the days that you aren't gymming. This ensures that your gym days are more fruitful and that you make the most of them. Not breathing properly Breathing right is a very important aspect of stretching. Breathe naturally while you inhale through your nose, expand your rib cage and upper abdomen as you fill in your lungs. When exhaling, breathe out through your mouth, preferably making an audible sound. This relaxes you. While stretching, you need to breathe out when you are exerting, that is, when you are actually contracting your muscles. Doing static stretches Never stand still and do stretches that work only one muscle. You should rather do stretches that work a group of muscles — like a lunge that stretches your upper hamstring muscle, your ankles and also your glutes. Ignoring pain while stretching When you are in the middle of a stretch and you feel pain, stop immediately and consult an expert. Your stretch should make you feel a gentle pull only, not immense pain. If you are hurting, you are doing it wrong. Rest a few days and then go back to working out under a qualified trainer.Read more here:www.marieaustralia.com/formal-dresses
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Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 5:40 AM UTC
8 stretching mistakes you should never commit
Did you know that if you don't stretch in the correct way, you might end up thwarting the entire purpose of your workout and suffer unwanted injuries? Doing pre-workout stretches thoroughly will determine whether you are benefiting from your workout or whether it's worsening your muscle tear. Here are the major stretching crimes that you should never commit. Not doing a proper warm-up According to gym instructors worldwide, this is the most commonly committed crimes in any gym. A warm-up is a must before any kind of workout — cardio or weights — and must ideally last at least 12-15 minutes. Assuming that stretching is a warm-up Stretching and warming up is not the same. You need to warm up first, before you are ready to stretch. A slow jog or brisk walking on the treadmill is a good warm-up. Rushing through your stretching exercises Stretching should be for the entire body. You cannot skip any parts. Involve stretches that work your lower back, shoulders, calves, stomach, quads etc. You should not move from one stretch to the other in very quick succession because that may cause untoward injuries. Try to hold each stretch for 20 seconds. When you breathe deeply and hold the stretch, your muscles get trained to tolerate the maximum that your limbs can go to. Giving stretching a skip after a workout You have done an hour of strenuous exercise and now you just want to rush out of the gym; that is a huge mistake. Spend some time bending and stretching after your sweat session. Then, do a cool down before you leave the gym. Not stretching every day You need to be your flexible best always and that can only happen if you stretch daily, even on the days that you aren't gymming. This ensures that your gym days are more fruitful and that you make the most of them. Not breathing properly Breathing right is a very important aspect of stretching. Breathe naturally while you inhale through your nose, expand your rib cage and upper abdomen as you fill in your lungs. When exhaling, breathe out through your mouth, preferably making an audible sound. This relaxes you. While stretching, you need to breathe out when you are exerting, that is, when you are actually contracting your muscles. Doing static stretches Never stand still and do stretches that work only one muscle. You should rather do stretches that work a group of muscles — like a lunge that stretches your upper hamstring muscle, your ankles and also your glutes. Ignoring pain while stretching When you are in the middle of a stretch and you feel pain, stop immediately and consult an expert. Your stretch should make you feel a gentle pull only, not immense pain. If you are hurting, you are doing it wrong. Rest a few days and then go back to working out under a qualified trainer.Read more here:www.marieaustralia.com/formal-dresses
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Hit the gym hard Squats for legs strengthen those quads Bench press for chest gets the pump Hit it right make it tight Isolations with dumbbells Form is everything More reps with less weight Maxs out test of strength Heavy weight less reps Finish strong last set Stretch to warm up Stretch to cool down Cardio for the heart rate Gym time best time Progress body change Mind set ready for more
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Mar 8, 2013
Mar 8, 2013 at 4:32 AM UTC
Gym
It was the time of summer where every kid had silently realized that it was ending, No longer halfway through, no longer half full Leaking and spilling out, like the gas in my twenty two year old car We couldn’t stop it, And the moments of high school summertime The moments that supposedly turn into stories we tell forever Hadn’t seemed to have happened. Both of us on the swing lazily swung Dizzily from side to side. Climbing forward, falling in reverse Our combined bodyweight shifting back and forth Tanned legs kicking up in an attempt at unison on every backwards glide. Gravity hung us there, Pulling the swing toward the ground no matter the rotation. I sat on top. I wore bleached shorts and bleached hair. I worried that gravity or more so my value to it would crush him. At the same time, I felt unbelievably small. The air pressed in on me from all angles, it touched my bare legs it easily waffled my shirt. “Mel, if you were squishing me, I would let you know”, he assured with a cocky tone of his very own that somehow made me feel special. I couldn’t help but think he was only trying to be tough Attempting to let sheer willpower overweigh my well earned quads, My six foot frame. The awkward body I never quite grew into Never knew how to masterfully control Never knew how to fill. Though I secretly (wanted to) truly believe him On this humid night I felt like the ball was in my court, Like I could do anything and everything. That nothing could go wrong That the boy that I was sitting on was genuine And that I could simply drive off to wherever. (I had a full tank of gas and enough money to get me to Alabama). I felt small in this, in this infinity of possibility all around me. Like a weight was pushing into me Putting on pressure that couldn’t be ignored That shrunk me just enough. I felt powerless to fate Powerless to this planet To this grand, glorified hunk of earth which was so much greater than me (and surely my insignificant weight anxieties). I felt like the gas was leaking out faster than I could use it. I felt like my infinity was disappearing as I swung within it. Just like that, I let the ball drop and the gas leak out. We just kept swinging. Laughing, Wasting, Talking, Dying.
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Mar 19, 2013
Mar 19, 2013 at 10:16 PM UTC
Swingset
It was the time of summer where every kid had silently realized that it was ending, No longer halfway through, no longer half full Leaking and spilling out, like the gas in my twenty two year old car We couldn’t stop it, And the moments of high school summertime The moments that supposedly turn into stories we tell forever Hadn’t seemed to have happened. Both of us on the swing lazily swung Dizzily from side to side. Climbing forward, falling in reverse Our combined bodyweight shifting back and forth Tanned legs kicking up in an attempt at unison on every backwards glide. Gravity hung us there, Pulling the swing toward the ground no matter the rotation. I sat on top. I wore bleached shorts and bleached hair. I worried that gravity or more so my value to it would crush him. At the same time, I felt unbelievably small. The air pressed in on me from all angles, it touched my bare legs it easily waffled my shirt. “Mel, if you were squishing me, I would let you know”, he assured with a cocky tone of his very own that somehow made me feel special. I couldn’t help but think he was only trying to be tough Attempting to let sheer willpower overweigh my well earned quads, My six foot frame. The awkward body I never quite grew into Never knew how to masterfully control Never knew how to fill. Though I secretly (wanted to) truly believe him On this humid night I felt like the ball was in my court, Like I could do anything and everything. That nothing could go wrong That the boy that I was sitting on was genuine And that I could simply drive off to wherever. (I had a full tank of gas and enough money to get me to Alabama). I felt small in this, in this infinity of possibility all around me. Like a weight was pushing into me Putting on pressure that couldn’t be ignored That shrunk me just enough. I felt powerless to fate Powerless to this planet To this grand, glorified hunk of earth which was so much greater than me (and surely my insignificant weight anxieties). I felt like the gas was leaking out faster than I could use it. I felt like my infinity was disappearing as I swung within it. Just like that, I let the ball drop and the gas leak out. We just kept swinging. Laughing, Wasting, Talking, Dying.
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Do the bathmat shuffle To the closet in the hall It's never very graceful But try not to fall No towels on the shelf Must be in the dryer Do the bathmat shuffle But now you’ll do it slyer Shuffle down the hall And hope no one's about Or shimmy like you don’t care Shake, dance, belt out Do the bathmat shuffle You’re nearly almost there Made it to the dryer But the towels are elsewhere Do the bathmat stumble Your quads are feeling tight Eureka in the living room The end is now in sight Do the towel toga boogie Time to celebrate You could put the towels away But maybe you’ll just wait NCL April 2019
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Apr 24, 2019
Apr 24, 2019 at 4:30 PM UTC
Bathmat Shuffle
California gold-rush blues Got you pretty thirsty Where's tank girl when you need her Saliva thick Lump in throat Tongue swelling Neck swollen Can't breathe Drowning Shrinking skin Hallucinations Eyelids crack Tears of blood Leather-purse face Amputated lips Nose withered Eyes trapped We're all exported and exploited Sold sanely cheap Used how the rich see fit Dead in one week Ecosystem crashing All for their mansions Filled with rooms they never use Profit ****** We see oceans through our windows 97 percent 97 percent 3 percent for you and none for us Little boy is drinking bubbles But it ain't champagne It's dead dogs and fetus juice Dog dogs and abuse Where are the wetlands Where are the holy springs Soon we'll all be Atlantis Just another lost city Soon we'll be living In underground caves Like cowards We all want roses in our garden bower But the best heroes Might as well be slaves Global desert Without rain Green turns yellow Here come the earthquakes ****** forest Rest in peace They erected cities In your memory Cartels and shades of grey Vivendi, Veolia Machines with no soul Privatizing blue gold In their corporate quads Woe to WTO The new colonialism Coca Cola 7-Up Sorry but your time is up Destroy everything you touch When it's gone Get up and leave Destroy another planet **** and conquer SLAPPing silly pointless fools Transporting silly tools Shooting all the people's people Got to pull up the roots Bullets through lace curtains Has a ring to it You spineless cruel leaders With your oil rivers Well you've made a rival now World map's changing underground Alternatives are scarce Purity is all but lost Path of least resistance blocked Metamorphosizing clocks Circulation down the train Don't drink the red water Just pray for rain
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Nov 26, 2011
Nov 26, 2011 at 2:20 AM UTC
Well of Tears (Save the Water)
California gold-rush blues Got you pretty thirsty Where's tank girl when you need her Saliva thick Lump in throat Tongue swelling Neck swollen Can't breathe Drowning Shrinking skin Hallucinations Eyelids crack Tears of blood Leather-purse face Amputated lips Nose withered Eyes trapped We're all exported and exploited Sold sanely cheap Used how the rich see fit Dead in one week Ecosystem crashing All for their mansions Filled with rooms they never use Profit ****** We see oceans through our windows 97 percent 97 percent 3 percent for you and none for us Little boy is drinking bubbles But it ain't champagne It's dead dogs and fetus juice Dog dogs and abuse Where are the wetlands Where are the holy springs Soon we'll all be Atlantis Just another lost city Soon we'll be living In underground caves Like cowards We all want roses in our garden bower But the best heroes Might as well be slaves Global desert Without rain Green turns yellow Here come the earthquakes ****** forest Rest in peace They erected cities In your memory Cartels and shades of grey Vivendi, Veolia Machines with no soul Privatizing blue gold In their corporate quads Woe to WTO The new colonialism Coca Cola 7-Up Sorry but your time is up Destroy everything you touch When it's gone Get up and leave Destroy another planet **** and conquer SLAPPing silly pointless fools Transporting silly tools Shooting all the people's people Got to pull up the roots Bullets through lace curtains Has a ring to it You spineless cruel leaders With your oil rivers Well you've made a rival now World map's changing underground Alternatives are scarce Purity is all but lost Path of least resistance blocked Metamorphosizing clocks Circulation down the train Don't drink the red water Just pray for rain
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****** f@ggot shill and f@g oldf@gs newf@gs rolling hard trips and dubs and even quads but OP won't deliver rate us, hate us, sauce pls now in this thread we save a cat mods, is this under 18? the /b/etards at it yet again but we don't talk about it cringe us rekt us make us laugh this thread's preventing suicide ****** racism sexism **** we mostly rate body parts in /soc/ normies not welcome ****** alpha, femanon is a girl? **** or **** welcome to the internets pics or it didn't happen gore thread? not enough! self-hate, ponies, rule 34 fap the "cesspool of the internet" is really not that bad
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Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 10:20 AM UTC
4chan poem
Rest easy, read these heavy words of slumber, tap your chest to the beat of your heart, empty out breath even from the deepest parts the void, will fill itself, with sleep, I hope for your sake. Scrunch those toes to close, then let them relax and let go, Half close those toes and let them loose, shake them once and again, Tense those calves, feet pointed at the ceiling, if you are willing, Go half way and shake the tension away, from you, Quads and hamstrings, next remember in pretext, full and halfway, shake the tension away,, gluteus maximus then abdominals and lower back and in their turn chest, those pecs to reflex and relax latissimus dorsi, my oh my you got your back shoulders, hands of fingers, just like the toes, pretty soon you might doze, forearms, biceps and triceps too, neck and face shrug and scrunch, you don't have the answer, so pucker your face, eyes are the last close them once, eyes are the last close them half, eyes are the last, I hope you never read this far, unless you are awake, after a night of rest fullness, so if it does not work, know this, I will sit by your side so you can unwind, I have a good year for listening, on pillow soft words, for you to put your sleepy heavy head. Good...night...yawn
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Sep 8, 2013
Sep 8, 2013 at 12:34 AM UTC
I am not an insomniac, I take that back, You are not an Insomniac
I wish, I was a squirrel, I'd make people hurl, Get that girl, I'd go the distance, To find resistance, I'd chitter and chatter, Yell it's my planet too, Control my own fate, I'd muster up irons, And fire those nuts, Count up the squad, Workout the Quads, I'd be the biggest, Baddest *** The other squirrels, Would come churl, At my fine witness, My pretty fitness, With giant fluff tale, And nest fit for the stars, I'd be a royal pain, For my own gain, I'd show them hows its done, How things are meant to run, A mental score, The acres of treedom, Scream out my freedom, At home in the forest, ****** ****** Bitter end, Revenge on the mend, The master of my own den, I'm a nut, I'm a squirrel, I'm a tree, I'm me, Nature's finest, Mother's creation, Father's Love.
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Dec 14, 2018
Dec 14, 2018 at 1:19 PM UTC
Imagination's Dignity
she creates moments in her head a rush of panic heart pounds so hard oxygen faults where is it? um um oh wait **** fists clench and quads ache i do this to myself to stay alive? no I don't know
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Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 12:28 AM UTC
anxiety
I'm missing the smell of sunscreen splattered in white blotches across my wind chapped cheeks, that will soon blend in with the snow I'm missing the three layers of socks I yank on and stuffing my boots with shakeable hand warmers because my toes always freeze I miss the sound of heel toe heel toe heel toe as the hard plastic boots click against grated metal stairs down to the buses I miss the smell of hot chocolate and barbecue in the air and snow flurries tenderly kiss my face floating downwards I miss the sound of the chair lifts thud thud thud and clicking my skis together to shake off the fresh powder that has accumulated I miss the sound of my poles hitting each other accidentally, and the dots they make in fresh champagne powder between the glades I miss the feeling of relief when I ski into the four points lodge by sunshine peak and grab a cafeteria trey and get my usual macaroni and cheese I miss the feeling of watching snow flurries melt as they land inside my hot chocolate that tastes cheap and watery but so warm I miss singing songs on the lifts, especially the quads, and deciding which runs to do next, black blue or green? I miss saying mountain words like "elk head, jackrabbit, slopes, hockey stop, sunshine express, morningside, storm peak, thunder- head" the list goes on I miss feeling completely at home in a helmet, huge goggles, fleece chilis and a ski jumper I miss Steamboat, I miss skiing, I can't wait for this year.
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Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 9:56 AM UTC
Missing Steamboat
Life as we know it is a chance, But require made hands to dance, Then **** on everyone with winning prance. Reading the moving lips, Looking for people's reactive bits And que into people's tips. It's them ballers, The high rollers, With stacks of hundreds of dollars, The snobby know it all white collars. With them fancy cars, Hanging in cliquey bars, Swinging the club in many pars, As if some royalty bloodline of a tsar. But in a game of chance, owning a yacht means nothing without a boat! All those credit cards mean nothing without the proper cards on the table! Riches mean nothing in a table, nor nice clothes in a game. Because even kings and queens could fall flat on their faces with those aces! So let me tell you little bit about this game, It's reading people to tame, Where you grind the game without a shame, Stepping up to no longer stay the same It's a game recognize your name to a fame. Just remember the high cards can get you far, But get beaten by them deus in a bar, The pairs are wonderful as it gets higher jokers bring jokes to her admirer, While the ladies yell "off with their heads!" In the royal court Cowboys rule supreme, But those pair of aces undo royalties like puddle of creme. Two pairs are better than a pair, And three of a kinds are better than a two pair, While the wheel is super fair. Straight line is common winning line But Flushes them after a dine The boat takes them for a cruise, Quads will get them a bruise, But the nutz are royal flush of hidden ruse! It's the mastering of perception, Made hands with repercussion. Because life as we know it is a chance, But requires made hands to dance, And hold onto your winning chips by ******* on them with your prance. When you have nothing, there is nothing to lose, Because Hold'em no limit is the purest form of living a life! ,
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Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 11:38 PM UTC
Master of Perception and Made Hands
Life as we know it is a chance, But require made hands to dance, Then **** on everyone with winning prance. Reading the moving lips, Looking for people's reactive bits And que into people's tips. It's them ballers, The high rollers, With stacks of hundreds of dollars, The snobby know it all white collars. With them fancy cars, Hanging in cliquey bars, Swinging the club in many pars, As if some royalty bloodline of a tsar. But in a game of chance, owning a yacht means nothing without a boat! All those credit cards mean nothing without the proper cards on the table! Riches mean nothing in a table, nor nice clothes in a game. Because even kings and queens could fall flat on their faces with those aces! So let me tell you little bit about this game, It's reading people to tame, Where you grind the game without a shame, Stepping up to no longer stay the same It's a game recognize your name to a fame. Just remember the high cards can get you far, But get beaten by them deus in a bar, The pairs are wonderful as it gets higher jokers bring jokes to her admirer, While the ladies yell "off with their heads!" In the royal court Cowboys rule supreme, But those pair of aces undo royalties like puddle of creme. Two pairs are better than a pair, And three of a kinds are better than a two pair, While the wheel is super fair. Straight line is common winning line But Flushes them after a dine The boat takes them for a cruise, Quads will get them a bruise, But the nutz are royal flush of hidden ruse! It's the mastering of perception, Made hands with repercussion. Because life as we know it is a chance, But requires made hands to dance, And hold onto your winning chips by ******* on them with your prance. When you have nothing, there is nothing to lose, Because Hold'em no limit is the purest form of living a life! ,
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a complement of three legs kept the realm in a wobbly modality to have had a fourth one would give an upright totality as this important limb was missing in a forgotten land the locale disintegrated   like a pan of moving sand the domain being beset by ills too many to mention hence the citizens cried out for another pole's attention a trio of pegs weren't stable nor strong they did violently shake minus the quads firm prong sometime in the future the whole thing might just brace if a solid pin is attached onto the place
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Feb 8, 2018
Feb 8, 2018 at 5:40 AM UTC
A Complement of Three Legs
"What do you want for breakfast?" "Blueberry pancakes." And she got out of bed, tapped me on the neck with her lips, a good love tap, and walked out naked to the kitchen her *** and quads just bouncing and beautiful. I could see her in the kitchen, all of her, and i rolled over to her side, where her pillow was, took a long drag of her smell, and just passed out. She woke me up and I dipped blueberries and fluff into lakes of syrup and we watched TV and laid together for a while. Just close to each other. I worked on her car the whole day, changed her oil, plugged a blown gasket, and came back in when the streetlights were starting to flicker on And that Saturday I got to lay down with her the rest of the night and we were realistically happy. What I really think it was, was that our dreams, when we allowed them to, coincided beautifully.
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Jan 27, 2012
Jan 27, 2012 at 11:56 PM UTC
Hope.
(Discovering my Quad-polar compartments) But sleep never satisfies for long. I find myself dreaming more and more, vivid, frightful dreams as real as being awake but with less control, movies play through my mind mirroring the day In some ****** up way, and just like that, Like a drug, sleep loses its ability to provide escape because of tolerance. I watch a snail move slowly across the flagstone. I lose track of how long I've been watching. Only the thin line of spit beneath my pillow lets me know it was a dream. Without escape There is no reward, No rejuvenation only confusion, and that which is easy is not. But this quest has opened my eyes in more ways than just lack of sleep. My quad-polar discovery has helped me identify these quadrants of my mind.      God.            Beast.      ***              Love. My quad-polar compartments. Confused and bewildered they will not be merged. The god in me thinks the beast needs to be loved. The beast in me thinks that *** is a god. The *** in me thinks that love kills the beast. The love in me thinks the beast is just *** It’s the love I am most afraid of, At least during those times when there is a me, a me that looks down on the quads, but mostly that’s rare because I never know who’s in charge anymore. It's such a difficult existence when what’s theoretically my greatest need is also my greatest fear. If I consider this logically then the conclusion is clear, that is, my dedicated inlets and my spiritual outlets cannot get along. *** and love do not co-exist. At least not in me. I’m either penetrating inlets and ignoring outlets or seeking mysticism while the inlets go on wanting. I have known this for a very long time. Maybe if I find a new island I could find a new inlet, open the outlet back up.
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Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 10:08 PM UTC
Give Me Back My Wars: Canto III
(Discovering my Quad-polar compartments) But sleep never satisfies for long. I find myself dreaming more and more, vivid, frightful dreams as real as being awake but with less control, movies play through my mind mirroring the day In some ****** up way, and just like that, Like a drug, sleep loses its ability to provide escape because of tolerance. I watch a snail move slowly across the flagstone. I lose track of how long I've been watching. Only the thin line of spit beneath my pillow lets me know it was a dream. Without escape There is no reward, No rejuvenation only confusion, and that which is easy is not. But this quest has opened my eyes in more ways than just lack of sleep. My quad-polar discovery has helped me identify these quadrants of my mind.      God.            Beast.      ***              Love. My quad-polar compartments. Confused and bewildered they will not be merged. The god in me thinks the beast needs to be loved. The beast in me thinks that *** is a god. The *** in me thinks that love kills the beast. The love in me thinks the beast is just *** It’s the love I am most afraid of, At least during those times when there is a me, a me that looks down on the quads, but mostly that’s rare because I never know who’s in charge anymore. It's such a difficult existence when what’s theoretically my greatest need is also my greatest fear. If I consider this logically then the conclusion is clear, that is, my dedicated inlets and my spiritual outlets cannot get along. *** and love do not co-exist. At least not in me. I’m either penetrating inlets and ignoring outlets or seeking mysticism while the inlets go on wanting. I have known this for a very long time. Maybe if I find a new island I could find a new inlet, open the outlet back up.
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Heart break. Massive slits to breathe After we brake off this date n. I need ************ Patience. Everlasting love And conceptual culmination. Into unfathomable creation. I need time and space from your ******* face. And every day that goes by Notice. **** it I I've become. A soldier. Of lifes battle cry. You ******* trapped me so ******* bad. That i became a picto graph a flash away from being held for ransom. In your scrap book. Kinda factory line Instead I'm seeing jealous glances. From you and my bestfriend up on your camera slides. So **** if I. Evoke a bitter feeling. Can't stand it right Sorry for the lack of healing. But see the me beneath. The demons. And the reasons We both cheated. Is were both fractured living damaged lives Need to Find a sea of urgent trust. And retrieve. What trust we must ensure. So maybe we can survive A choral reef of deep sea meaning Unexplored. Unless your letting random guys come and land inside... Oh fuvk I'm getting jealous. I know its cancerous. And you deserve to get so mad when I.... ******* dance with devils rhymes **** the chance of metal lids Now existing in these images I did drugs. We both did some **** We made some kids..... We got it on. Now were stuck as dad and mom. In the abyss... With out a clue a ****** hope in hell. And not a ******* *** to **** So excuse me If my mood is rotten. Think I've gotten more maladaptive. Habits. In the 5 years we've been rocking this. Than in some 20 ******* years. Of smoking *** Popping pills. And kamikaze. Flipping quads. Until I'm ******* knocked unconscious *****
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Jul 2, 2019
Jul 2, 2019 at 11:15 AM UTC
Heartbroken for a minute
Heart break. Massive slits to breathe After we brake off this date n. I need ************ Patience. Everlasting love And conceptual culmination. Into unfathomable creation. I need time and space from your ******* face. And every day that goes by Notice. **** it I I've become. A soldier. Of lifes battle cry. You ******* trapped me so ******* bad. That i became a picto graph a flash away from being held for ransom. In your scrap book. Kinda factory line Instead I'm seeing jealous glances. From you and my bestfriend up on your camera slides. So **** if I. Evoke a bitter feeling. Can't stand it right Sorry for the lack of healing. But see the me beneath. The demons. And the reasons We both cheated. Is were both fractured living damaged lives Need to Find a sea of urgent trust. And retrieve. What trust we must ensure. So maybe we can survive A choral reef of deep sea meaning Unexplored. Unless your letting random guys come and land inside... Oh fuvk I'm getting jealous. I know its cancerous. And you deserve to get so mad when I.... ******* dance with devils rhymes **** the chance of metal lids Now existing in these images I did drugs. We both did some **** We made some kids..... We got it on. Now were stuck as dad and mom. In the abyss... With out a clue a ****** hope in hell. And not a ******* *** to **** So excuse me If my mood is rotten. Think I've gotten more maladaptive. Habits. In the 5 years we've been rocking this. Than in some 20 ******* years. Of smoking *** Popping pills. And kamikaze. Flipping quads. Until I'm ******* knocked unconscious *****
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One must imagine Sisyphus ripped. Shoulders like Boulders. Quads like God's. He was literally doing Olympian training!
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Mar 2, 2020
Mar 2, 2020 at 6:21 PM UTC
Sisyphus
When people talk about traveling to the past they worry about radically changing the present by doing something small.  But rarely do they think about doing something small, to radically change the future. Baby steps are important because they are much more achievable then giant mountains or far away stars that cannot be touched Short term goals are comforting to an individual when the long term goal is still in progress, but out of reach A sprint runner at a short distance race has more powerful glutes, calves and quads to propel them forward and gives them more time to build stamina, before the big marathon Leave a tempting trail, activate cruise control, hold a hand Wear comfy shoes and just start walking When people think about the future, they think its already set but it can be interchangeable, with one single step ahead. Be progressive and advance onwards one baby step at a time sooner than later your future will align,   and you will get there when, its your time to shine.
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May 22, 2023
May 22, 2023 at 9:03 AM UTC
Baby Steps
strands of platinum purple hair dispersing the sun's light rays to the violet tats that lay bare hiding in lace lingerie blindfold covering your anxious stare coal black lipstick saying I dare shapely stiletto thigh highs zipped and laced tightly tied quads to calves in raw hide hips shaking as your cheeks slide straddling the table like it's a ride your every move is bona fide Sam@062717
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Jun 27, 2017
Jun 27, 2017 at 1:40 PM UTC
dressed in black
One day I realized That the earth is just One big computer Non-action is required It spins and spins Around the sun Is this the real life Or just a fantasy? And then I was in my car Listening to the dogs bark And the crickets And the car lights went off Up the street As I inserted my key In and out The blue light Of the dashboard Hold fast to the center And I pictured myself In various places At various times Picturing My future life And thinking how I'll always feel the same Blahhhhhhhhh The suffering saints Are tired of waiting Jesus Tired of waiting for your return Two times and one half Three years of tribulation Before the return I won't ever have a family And you know what I'm just going to watch comedy Again Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy And I got some clothes at Sears Wandering through the store Like I wander through the world I need to eat a bit more And run a bit less Because at 6 feet 167 With about a 31 inch waist The bands on those elastic shorts Well the small fit a bit better But the small shorts fit too tightly Around the quads And the medium could be a bit tighter At waist level So I guess I could gain a few pounds Bleh Human Life These people I live with Are completely oblivious To the danger This country is in Completely oblivious But that's how most Americans are These days And when the system is down Then the real trials will come No facebook or instagram Or stupid celebrity news shoes Maybe our country will be attacked Who knows Gotta plan ahead Buy tighter clothing In case I drop down in weight Food may become scarce I think a difficult time might Be coming to America
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Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 12:39 AM UTC
Just A Bunch Of Times
One day I realized That the earth is just One big computer Non-action is required It spins and spins Around the sun Is this the real life Or just a fantasy? And then I was in my car Listening to the dogs bark And the crickets And the car lights went off Up the street As I inserted my key In and out The blue light Of the dashboard Hold fast to the center And I pictured myself In various places At various times Picturing My future life And thinking how I'll always feel the same Blahhhhhhhhh The suffering saints Are tired of waiting Jesus Tired of waiting for your return Two times and one half Three years of tribulation Before the return I won't ever have a family And you know what I'm just going to watch comedy Again Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy And I got some clothes at Sears Wandering through the store Like I wander through the world I need to eat a bit more And run a bit less Because at 6 feet 167 With about a 31 inch waist The bands on those elastic shorts Well the small fit a bit better But the small shorts fit too tightly Around the quads And the medium could be a bit tighter At waist level So I guess I could gain a few pounds Bleh Human Life These people I live with Are completely oblivious To the danger This country is in Completely oblivious But that's how most Americans are These days And when the system is down Then the real trials will come No facebook or instagram Or stupid celebrity news shoes Maybe our country will be attacked Who knows Gotta plan ahead Buy tighter clothing In case I drop down in weight Food may become scarce I think a difficult time might Be coming to America
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Rumbling thoughts, Open doors My mind trying to process as words pop. Voices in my head saying the world is yours, but the pain in patience constantly hurts. I don't want to die young though my actions says otherwise Playing with fire,walking through life tides. Dreams like wings holding me from drowning as my heart beats, reminding me of timing. Doomed never to look back. Even if the journey seems vague, life's lessons will paint pictures on this mysterious canvas. Make the trees a pathway to nirvana as the herbs brings solace Keep an open mind when the clouds walk on water. Always been a rebel. Never followed the crowd, "Anti-law" if it's allowed. causing grimace on faces when expected to blench, back sitting outlaw guaranteed never to flinch. Beauty within the thorns. But above all a hopeful heart, Curious mind and spontaneous acts will always keep these quads in motion.
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Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 3:35 AM UTC
Journey