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A white porcelain coffee cup she gently raises up to her lips with a satiated look on her face; this gift, a much awaited moment attained by satisfying her yen not for choicest, gourmet food alone. Those dark droopy eyes, suggest a luxurious languor, she does cherish, as long as the after tremors would last. Slyly she looks at his swollen red lips with a crafted guilt, it gives her yet another high, sending ripples over her ******* his eyes do a recce on this then go up to her lips,finds his ardor last hour had made them crimson all over, throwing his head backwards he smiles at her.

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Feb 15, 2016

Feb 15, 2016 at 4:58 AM UTC

A white porcelain coffee cup she gently raises up to her lips with a satiated look on her face; this gift, a much awaited moment attained by satisfying her yen not for choicest, gourmet food alone. Those dark droopy eyes, suggest a luxurious languor, she does cherish, as long as the after tremors would last. Slyly she looks at his swollen red lips with a crafted guilt, it gives her yet another high, sending ripples over her ******* his eyes do a recce on this then go up to her lips,finds his ardor last hour had made them crimson all over, throwing his head backwards he smiles at her.

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You are annoying And I hate you. But my eyes, My eyes suggest otherwise. F.Z.N

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Mar 15, 2015

Mar 15, 2015 at 8:33 AM UTC

You are annoying And I hate you. But my eyes, My eyes suggest otherwise. F.Z.N

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I took the left path where hydrangeas grew and sleepy primroses under woods, edged shady trees. The empty stream ran quietly dry With grass cuttings piling high. If one peeped, one would find tiny creatures To cast a sparkle here and there, a delight. So on tip-toe, with sandels bent Up high I reached to take The plastic fairy as she twirled a pirouette In a theatre made by chance. Reflected in a silver mirror intwinned with ivy branch A mottled foal tends his dreams and Chrismas robin chirps. My brother took the right hand path where the trees grew fruit Ripe berries from the gooseberry bush bulged their prickles. Dangling from hawthorn now a cowboy with a hat Looking for his fellow Indian with the yellow back sack. Sheep gather in a hollow, dark, protected from the sun And Mr toad, now lost of paint, has turned a bit glum. And so we leave our woodland friends and travel up the slope Winding round the rose bed and goldfish where they float. Then up we climb, the middle route, to jump the pruned clipped Hedge. The lawn divided in two halves, a contemporary taste. Now we're nearly at that place where if one was to turn Could see down across the land To the sea and sand. Of all the beauties that I've known Nothing beats this Island home. Love Mary x My grandfather’s retirement bungalow was in Totland Isle of Wight. It was named Innisfail meaning ‘Isle of Ireland’. Behind, the garden led down to magical and delightful to children who came as visitors. My grandfather would prepare this woodland with some suitable surprises. The garden and woodland deserved its own name and in retrospect Is now named ‘Innislandia’ to suggest a separate, mysterious land. Beyond the real world. In the poem A Country Lane on page 8 the latched gate is the back gate to my grandparent’s garden and bungalow in Totland as above.

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Jun 23, 2018

Jun 23, 2018 at 7:57 AM UTC

mary-gay-kearns

‘NOPO@HEPO’.My Grandfather’s Garden: Innislandia, The imaginary world of my grandfather.

I took the left path where hydrangeas grew and sleepy primroses under woods, edged shady trees. The empty stream ran quietly dry With grass cuttings piling high. If one peeped, one would find tiny creatures To cast a sparkle here and there, a delight. So on tip-toe, with sandels bent Up high I reached to take The plastic fairy as she twirled a pirouette In a theatre made by chance. Reflected in a silver mirror intwinned with ivy branch A mottled foal tends his dreams and Chrismas robin chirps. My brother took the right hand path where the trees grew fruit Ripe berries from the gooseberry bush bulged their prickles. Dangling from hawthorn now a cowboy with a hat Looking for his fellow Indian with the yellow back sack. Sheep gather in a hollow, dark, protected from the sun And Mr toad, now lost of paint, has turned a bit glum. And so we leave our woodland friends and travel up the slope Winding round the rose bed and goldfish where they float. Then up we climb, the middle route, to jump the pruned clipped Hedge. The lawn divided in two halves, a contemporary taste. Now we're nearly at that place where if one was to turn Could see down across the land To the sea and sand. Of all the beauties that I've known Nothing beats this Island home. Love Mary x My grandfather’s retirement bungalow was in Totland Isle of Wight. It was named Innisfail meaning ‘Isle of Ireland’. Behind, the garden led down to magical and delightful to children who came as visitors. My grandfather would prepare this woodland with some suitable surprises. The garden and woodland deserved its own name and in retrospect Is now named ‘Innislandia’ to suggest a separate, mysterious land. Beyond the real world. In the poem A Country Lane on page 8 the latched gate is the back gate to my grandparent’s garden and bungalow in Totland as above.

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The Buddha slept under the night sky on His back eyes open; fearless love looked up. humbling the majesty of the Void's gift. eyes fixed... both peerless. first among equals. but transcendent. The Buddha, wearing grass-stained robes chose a blank spot for a blank stare " Nowhere Girls are EveryWHERE " He thought, astonished. a moment after where once He stood there Was No spoon. [ PART ii ] NOT THE KOAN BUT THE KOAN THAT YOU GOT on the X-ray zen splints were clearly spidered webs in ghost bone... how should I feel that my sensei saw the X-ray first? life is where the answer to this question is a real thing draped in ominous clarity like a town fool, the beggar foreclosing on your house of cards, the winged swine and some guy named Patrick having a smoke in your face; the mailman, who always looks so serious about your trivia in a blue hat... who always trips over your precious dying very potted plants! yes, all that, or maybe not. saute some fresh green kale in olive oil with fresh garlic [ give it to me ] and i'll tell you that was very thoughtful, and right then; it would also be true. for a minute there... you and i were typing you reading this part. these are the diamonds. my exposure to the radiation is everlasting in the middle of it's brief long duration my ghost bones wear new flesh like iPod headphones, don't hate the player [ better yet ] make a macaroni necklace. go wild. be reckless. it'll cost you an ounce of real kimchi from the motherland with the ugly sister. i wouldn't put it pass you. cause that would be clairvoyance, and you already know! a loose tooth entrenched in candy apple can't taste your stupidity but has bad dreams! some people will always look at you the wrong way and appreciate how you sat perfectly still for hours; you only took a break to suggest a better room with southern exposure to eastern thought. when you threw in a Tripod, they knew you were somekinda somethin'. and they knew it all along but juuust wasn't sure. and kumquats are quantumly eaten.

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Jun 7, 2013

Jun 7, 2013 at 2:22 PM UTC

third-eye-candy

NOWHERE GIRLS ARE EVERYWHERE

The Buddha slept under the night sky on His back eyes open; fearless love looked up. humbling the majesty of the Void's gift. eyes fixed... both peerless. first among equals. but transcendent. The Buddha, wearing grass-stained robes chose a blank spot for a blank stare " Nowhere Girls are EveryWHERE " He thought, astonished. a moment after where once He stood there Was No spoon. [ PART ii ] NOT THE KOAN BUT THE KOAN THAT YOU GOT on the X-ray zen splints were clearly spidered webs in ghost bone... how should I feel that my sensei saw the X-ray first? life is where the answer to this question is a real thing draped in ominous clarity like a town fool, the beggar foreclosing on your house of cards, the winged swine and some guy named Patrick having a smoke in your face; the mailman, who always looks so serious about your trivia in a blue hat... who always trips over your precious dying very potted plants! yes, all that, or maybe not. saute some fresh green kale in olive oil with fresh garlic [ give it to me ] and i'll tell you that was very thoughtful, and right then; it would also be true. for a minute there... you and i were typing you reading this part. these are the diamonds. my exposure to the radiation is everlasting in the middle of it's brief long duration my ghost bones wear new flesh like iPod headphones, don't hate the player [ better yet ] make a macaroni necklace. go wild. be reckless. it'll cost you an ounce of real kimchi from the motherland with the ugly sister. i wouldn't put it pass you. cause that would be clairvoyance, and you already know! a loose tooth entrenched in candy apple can't taste your stupidity but has bad dreams! some people will always look at you the wrong way and appreciate how you sat perfectly still for hours; you only took a break to suggest a better room with southern exposure to eastern thought. when you threw in a Tripod, they knew you were somekinda somethin'. and they knew it all along but juuust wasn't sure. and kumquats are quantumly eaten.

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If you judge me based on race You are blind to my inner grace Overwhelming beauty which gives me inner peace I overdosed on selflove and confidence So your ignorance holds no place in my presence I suggest you have a dance with my intelligence Which can outlast your ignorance Giving it no room to impact my race

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May 30, 2019

May 30, 2019 at 7:46 AM UTC

If you judge me based on race You are blind to my inner grace Overwhelming beauty which gives me inner peace I overdosed on selflove and confidence So your ignorance holds no place in my presence I suggest you have a dance with my intelligence Which can outlast your ignorance Giving it no room to impact my race

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Put your head down and werk. Put your feet up and twerk. Run quickly and watch the pavement blur. Don't ask questions. Love you answers, and explanations, your valuations, and justifications. In the mood for pizza? Cause the shop's on your left. In 0.5 miles, it will be on your left. ON YOUR LEFT. YOUR DESTINATION IS ON THE LEFT. Rerouting... the protocol is exactly THIS, not THAT. So just do it. checkmark. Nike said so. Just buy it. we suggest it. Just try the Quesarilla #tacobell #mexicanfood #foodporn #pleasegetmemoreviews How bout a selfie where you look miserable and unhealthy. But you're a celebrity. Rub your likeness on me and I'll get you publicity. #fire #ice #rain What happened to real pain? And did dissonance disappear? Why must I hide my tears? And be bright and happy And ogle guys with fohawks trimmed so carefully. And live a lie, of numbers and rye bread is the worst, sandwiched in bursts. We all live and we all hurt and we all deserve a life like hers. who you say? Kim Kardashian, of course.

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Jul 31, 2014

Jul 31, 2014 at 12:08 AM UTC

courtney-pruitt

Put your head down and werk. Put your feet up and twerk. Run quickly and watch the pavement blur. Don't ask questions. Love you answers, and explanations, your valuations, and justifications. In the mood for pizza? Cause the shop's on your left. In 0.5 miles, it will be on your left. ON YOUR LEFT. YOUR DESTINATION IS ON THE LEFT. Rerouting... the protocol is exactly THIS, not THAT. So just do it. checkmark. Nike said so. Just buy it. we suggest it. Just try the Quesarilla #tacobell #mexicanfood #foodporn #pleasegetmemoreviews How bout a selfie where you look miserable and unhealthy. But you're a celebrity. Rub your likeness on me and I'll get you publicity. #fire #ice #rain What happened to real pain? And did dissonance disappear? Why must I hide my tears? And be bright and happy And ogle guys with fohawks trimmed so carefully. And live a lie, of numbers and rye bread is the worst, sandwiched in bursts. We all live and we all hurt and we all deserve a life like hers. who you say? Kim Kardashian, of course.

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I know you want me to shut the **** up Cut me off and not have a opinion I try to stop myself from being My vocal self my very essence Grab some some tape and have some fun Wrap it around my so called tongue That will give you some peace of mind At least for a minute while you unwind I’ll spare you my rants and my thoughts How silly of me to think so much Why speak up I only complain Nothing I say has any weight Smile pretty and behave like the rest Look good be quiet and don’t protest All is well as long as you Do as I say and don’t be brave Clean do dishes and act like you’re fine Ignore those voices that tell you otherwise You are the thing that I contain Into this box this square this frame It’s all I know and what I expect A learning curve and I suggest Get use to being treated this way Feel lucky feel privileged And don’t walk away I hold this over you I confess But what can you do except, accept? This is the way that things are done Don’t make waves or trouble my dear Just go along with what you hear If I keep you silent everybody wins And that is what keeps me, me and you with them If I hold you down then I succeed Which benefits us all as you will see What’s good for me is good for me And why I want you to smile pretty

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Jul 27, 2018

Jul 27, 2018 at 2:58 AM UTC

I know you want me to shut the **** up Cut me off and not have a opinion I try to stop myself from being My vocal self my very essence Grab some some tape and have some fun Wrap it around my so called tongue That will give you some peace of mind At least for a minute while you unwind I’ll spare you my rants and my thoughts How silly of me to think so much Why speak up I only complain Nothing I say has any weight Smile pretty and behave like the rest Look good be quiet and don’t protest All is well as long as you Do as I say and don’t be brave Clean do dishes and act like you’re fine Ignore those voices that tell you otherwise You are the thing that I contain Into this box this square this frame It’s all I know and what I expect A learning curve and I suggest Get use to being treated this way Feel lucky feel privileged And don’t walk away I hold this over you I confess But what can you do except, accept? This is the way that things are done Don’t make waves or trouble my dear Just go along with what you hear If I keep you silent everybody wins And that is what keeps me, me and you with them If I hold you down then I succeed Which benefits us all as you will see What’s good for me is good for me And why I want you to smile pretty

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The night is young & full of rest I can’t describe the way she’s dress’d She’ll pander to some strange requests Anything that you suggest Anything to please her guest

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The night is young & full of rest I can’t describe the way she’s dress’d She’ll pander to some strange requests Anything that you suggest Anything to please her guest

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"Would it be entirely inappropriate of me to suggest a hangout session in which we go out for tea and some mostly-nonserious flirtation?", he asks, all of which is proceeded by more than two hours of silly, random banter involving eyeballs and pineapples in vacuums. It seems being asked on a date has become so taboo, to the point that when it does happen, the natural reaction would be to say yes. TBC...

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Dec 31, 2014

Dec 31, 2014 at 12:11 AM UTC

Pineapples in Vacuums

"Would it be entirely inappropriate of me to suggest a hangout session in which we go out for tea and some mostly-nonserious flirtation?", he asks, all of which is proceeded by more than two hours of silly, random banter involving eyeballs and pineapples in vacuums. It seems being asked on a date has become so taboo, to the point that when it does happen, the natural reaction would be to say yes. TBC...

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Choosing a series a words for a ditty, Those we first pluck a few at a time. For readers it will, at first, seem so pretty When they detect that rhythm and rhyme. But soon, I suggest, it becomes such a chore, When words strung together do pose An oft-trodden pattern or insipid score That bounces and sings as it goes. The message conveyed in this rigid frame, Is lesser I fear than than when we escape From words chosen for just ending the same Or some fortuitous fit to that shape. So I tend to lean towards using blank form, For verses I build by the letter, And chose the words that I feel will conform To that which my heart says are better.

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Aug 18, 2013

Aug 18, 2013 at 11:31 AM UTC

Sarcastic Pentameter

Choosing a series a words for a ditty, Those we first pluck a few at a time. For readers it will, at first, seem so pretty When they detect that rhythm and rhyme. But soon, I suggest, it becomes such a chore, When words strung together do pose An oft-trodden pattern or insipid score That bounces and sings as it goes. The message conveyed in this rigid frame, Is lesser I fear than than when we escape From words chosen for just ending the same Or some fortuitous fit to that shape. So I tend to lean towards using blank form, For verses I build by the letter, And chose the words that I feel will conform To that which my heart says are better.

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797 By my Window have I for Scenery Just a Sea—with a Stem— If the Bird and the Farmer—deem it a “Pine”— The Opinion will serve—for them— It has no Port, nor a “Line”—but the Jays— That split their route to the Sky— Or a Squirrel, whose giddy Peninsula May be easier reached—this way— For Inlands—the Earth is the under side— And the upper side—is the Sun— And its Commerce—if Commerce it have— Of Spice—I infer from the Odors borne— Of its Voice—to affirm—when the Wind is within— Can the Dumb—define the Divine? The Definition of Melody—is— That Definition is none— It—suggests to our Faith— They—suggest to our Sight— When the latter—is put away I shall meet with Conviction I somewhere met That Immortality— Was the Pine at my Window a “Fellow Of the Royal” Infinity? Apprehensions—are God’s introductions— To be hallowed—accordingly—

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Emily Dickinson

By my Window have I for Scenery

797 By my Window have I for Scenery Just a Sea—with a Stem— If the Bird and the Farmer—deem it a “Pine”— The Opinion will serve—for them— It has no Port, nor a “Line”—but the Jays— That split their route to the Sky— Or a Squirrel, whose giddy Peninsula May be easier reached—this way— For Inlands—the Earth is the under side— And the upper side—is the Sun— And its Commerce—if Commerce it have— Of Spice—I infer from the Odors borne— Of its Voice—to affirm—when the Wind is within— Can the Dumb—define the Divine? The Definition of Melody—is— That Definition is none— It—suggests to our Faith— They—suggest to our Sight— When the latter—is put away I shall meet with Conviction I somewhere met That Immortality— Was the Pine at my Window a “Fellow Of the Royal” Infinity? Apprehensions—are God’s introductions— To be hallowed—accordingly—

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What is ..... with ...... All this ... " ATTITUDE " ... ?!? It seems ... The ... " In Thing " ... to simply be ... " Rude " ... !?! ... People in ... " The World " ... are now .... So Crude .... !!!!!!! Girls now walk streets ... with arses ... in view ... " Prostitution's " ... RIFE ... But this ... " Isn't New " ... !!!!!! So .... If you have ... " A Bad Attitude " ... !!! ... May I ask ... " What's wrong with you ? " ... Do you feel ... " Misled " ... ??? Are you feeling ... " Upset " ... ??? Do you feel that your life ... ? is just a .... " Pretence " .... ? Do you feel as if ... ? You'd be ... Better off ... DEAD ... !!!!! Well ... if you do ... ? It's Not Just ... YOU ... !!!!! But it's ... NOT COOL ... !!! to act the ... " Fool " ... and live your life ... with .... ATTITUDE .... !!!!! If life's ... " So Rough " ... and you wanna ... " Act Tough " ... Get in ... THE RING ... !!!!! Try on ... some gloves ... and if it ... " Suits " ... Make WAR ... NOT Love ... !!! I riSE ... abOVE ... This ... " Attitude Stuff " ... But ... " Many suggest " ... I'm ... " Billy Goat gruff " ... This ain't ... " Call My Bluff " ... !!!!! But I guess it's cos' ... ??? I'm NOT ... " White Enough " ... to be .... " So Cool " .... and ... NOT ... Wear Cuffs ... Presumption can make ... ??? People give ... ATTITUDE ... !!! So ..... Don't just ... " Assume " ... cos this might be ... ? Your ... LAST MISTAKE ... !!!! " Attitude " ... that arises ... because of ... " Assumption " ... can leave men with ... " Truncheon " ... Without their ... Heart Function ... !!! cos' Attitude ... quelled ... will then reach ... COMBUSTION ... !!!!! So .... PLEASE ... Don't Assume ... when you enter ... " A Room " ... Read this ... CLOSELY ... !!! cos' when you ... Assume ... You just make an ... " *** " ... of ... Both You and Me ... !!! ... Did you ... Read it ... CLOSELY ... ??? Break that word into ... " Three " ... *** ... " U " ... and then ... ME ... Reminds me of a word ... Yes ... " That Word " ... His - story Just look at ... News Stories ... and you ... Surely ... MUST SEE ... ?!? Attitude's ... runnin" .... on streets ... TOO FREELY ... !!!!! Even on terraces ... in Italy .... !?! Inter ... or ... A.C. which fans ... can it be ... ??? I'm told these fans ... ... " Attitude " ... FRIGHTENS POLICE ..... !!!!! So ..... When they're ... Supposed ... to use ... BRUTALITY ... They'd rather not use it ... but ... bring it to ... " Me " ... ?!? Kind of like people ... who do ... " Poetry " ... From trying to act ... Like ... They Like ... what I read ... !!! Until I write words ... That DISTURRRBBBB ... " Their Chi " ... !!! Attitude ... ISN'T ME ... !!! Come on ... Don't You See ... My name is ... " Big Virge " ... Friends call me ... " Big V " ... But .... Unless i've told you ... You'd better use ... VIRGIL ... !!! Unless you are ready ... to fall at ... " That Hurdle " ... This Isn't ... " The National " ... My Poetry's ... " Rational " ... as are ... " My Thoughts " ... which ... CANNOT ... be bought ... !!!!! So .... Ideas that you ... " Court " ... of ... Any such .... " Sort " .... Take my advice .... it's time to ... ABORT ... !!!!! cos' ... Attitude's RIFE ... when my temper ... " Runs short " ... !!!!! So .... maybe it's time .... ? to leave you ... " This Thought " ... ??? Attitudes' ... Crude ... and is something for ... FOOLS ... who think ... Being Rude ... is now ... The New ... " COOL " ... ?!? Well .... Check out ... This view ... !!! You're NOT ... being cool ... !!! You're acting ... THE FOOL ... !!! Now .... If you're a ... " Female " ... ? PLEASE ... Refuse to use ... This ... " Needless Abuse " ... !!! But .... If you're a ... " Male " ... ? Just be a ... " Cool Dude " ... and just do ... " What's Right ... !!! REMOVE ... !!! ... " Attitude " ... !!!!!!

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Aug 1, 2014

Aug 1, 2014 at 4:59 PM UTC

" Attitude " ... A Poem written by Big Virge 14/4/2005

What is ..... with ...... All this ... " ATTITUDE " ... ?!? It seems ... The ... " In Thing " ... to simply be ... " Rude " ... !?! ... People in ... " The World " ... are now .... So Crude .... !!!!!!! Girls now walk streets ... with arses ... in view ... " Prostitution's " ... RIFE ... But this ... " Isn't New " ... !!!!!! So .... If you have ... " A Bad Attitude " ... !!! ... May I ask ... " What's wrong with you ? " ... Do you feel ... " Misled " ... ??? Are you feeling ... " Upset " ... ??? Do you feel that your life ... ? is just a .... " Pretence " .... ? Do you feel as if ... ? You'd be ... Better off ... DEAD ... !!!!! Well ... if you do ... ? It's Not Just ... YOU ... !!!!! But it's ... NOT COOL ... !!! to act the ... " Fool " ... and live your life ... with .... ATTITUDE .... !!!!! If life's ... " So Rough " ... and you wanna ... " Act Tough " ... Get in ... THE RING ... !!!!! Try on ... some gloves ... and if it ... " Suits " ... Make WAR ... NOT Love ... !!! I riSE ... abOVE ... This ... " Attitude Stuff " ... But ... " Many suggest " ... I'm ... " Billy Goat gruff " ... This ain't ... " Call My Bluff " ... !!!!! But I guess it's cos' ... ??? I'm NOT ... " White Enough " ... to be .... " So Cool " .... and ... NOT ... Wear Cuffs ... Presumption can make ... ??? People give ... ATTITUDE ... !!! So ..... Don't just ... " Assume " ... cos this might be ... ? Your ... LAST MISTAKE ... !!!! " Attitude " ... that arises ... because of ... " Assumption " ... can leave men with ... " Truncheon " ... Without their ... Heart Function ... !!! cos' Attitude ... quelled ... will then reach ... COMBUSTION ... !!!!! So .... PLEASE ... Don't Assume ... when you enter ... " A Room " ... Read this ... CLOSELY ... !!! cos' when you ... Assume ... You just make an ... " *** " ... of ... Both You and Me ... !!! ... Did you ... Read it ... CLOSELY ... ??? Break that word into ... " Three " ... *** ... " U " ... and then ... ME ... Reminds me of a word ... Yes ... " That Word " ... His - story Just look at ... News Stories ... and you ... Surely ... MUST SEE ... ?!? Attitude's ... runnin" .... on streets ... TOO FREELY ... !!!!! Even on terraces ... in Italy .... !?! Inter ... or ... A.C. which fans ... can it be ... ??? I'm told these fans ... ... " Attitude " ... FRIGHTENS POLICE ..... !!!!! So ..... When they're ... Supposed ... to use ... BRUTALITY ... They'd rather not use it ... but ... bring it to ... " Me " ... ?!? Kind of like people ... who do ... " Poetry " ... From trying to act ... Like ... They Like ... what I read ... !!! Until I write words ... That DISTURRRBBBB ... " Their Chi " ... !!! Attitude ... ISN'T ME ... !!! Come on ... Don't You See ... My name is ... " Big Virge " ... Friends call me ... " Big V " ... But .... Unless i've told you ... You'd better use ... VIRGIL ... !!! Unless you are ready ... to fall at ... " That Hurdle " ... This Isn't ... " The National " ... My Poetry's ... " Rational " ... as are ... " My Thoughts " ... which ... CANNOT ... be bought ... !!!!! So .... Ideas that you ... " Court " ... of ... Any such .... " Sort " .... Take my advice .... it's time to ... ABORT ... !!!!! cos' ... Attitude's RIFE ... when my temper ... " Runs short " ... !!!!! So .... maybe it's time .... ? to leave you ... " This Thought " ... ??? Attitudes' ... Crude ... and is something for ... FOOLS ... who think ... Being Rude ... is now ... The New ... " COOL " ... ?!? Well .... Check out ... This view ... !!! You're NOT ... being cool ... !!! You're acting ... THE FOOL ... !!! Now .... If you're a ... " Female " ... ? PLEASE ... Refuse to use ... This ... " Needless Abuse " ... !!! But .... If you're a ... " Male " ... ? Just be a ... " Cool Dude " ... and just do ... " What's Right ... !!! REMOVE ... !!! ... " Attitude " ... !!!!!!

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Opinions like dough, gruesome and cloying, sticking to the tongue like self righteous peanut butter. Sitting up for the wrong reasons, though it's difficult to get out of bed alone. Counting calories like counting the number of eyes that pass over this form. Glances flitting like shadows on cheekbones that aren't cutting, too rounded. Running towards expectations on the necessary incline towards beautiful. Sweat and pounds and £s for form fitting clothes, like sickly scales. Weight resting on the soles of the right shoe for the right path towards the right body. Weight lifted, muscles straining like Atlas with the weight of the world's eye view. Memberships paid for, memberships given to the society of those who fit into society. Take the leftovers, it's funny because the sight of us does not suggest the leaving of necessity. Tightening belts until the loopholes leave us love even though we lack what is expected. Leaving our food and gaining what you want.

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Jul 8, 2013

Jul 8, 2013 at 6:05 PM UTC

danny-osullivan

The World's Workout

Opinions like dough, gruesome and cloying, sticking to the tongue like self righteous peanut butter. Sitting up for the wrong reasons, though it's difficult to get out of bed alone. Counting calories like counting the number of eyes that pass over this form. Glances flitting like shadows on cheekbones that aren't cutting, too rounded. Running towards expectations on the necessary incline towards beautiful. Sweat and pounds and £s for form fitting clothes, like sickly scales. Weight resting on the soles of the right shoe for the right path towards the right body. Weight lifted, muscles straining like Atlas with the weight of the world's eye view. Memberships paid for, memberships given to the society of those who fit into society. Take the leftovers, it's funny because the sight of us does not suggest the leaving of necessity. Tightening belts until the loopholes leave us love even though we lack what is expected. Leaving our food and gaining what you want.

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Wild rose, aggressive usurper, relentless conqueror of attention, quarrels wants to make me jelous, pretends she is nothing but poetry distilled, stops at every table and whispers: "He is hard prose, the syntax, I can't grasp" Unmindful of sly looks from various corners, that in fact suggest, I had good riddance, I am concerned about the clutter on my desk, that escaped my notice during the days I was in that chasm I was deeply in to Dostoevsky, my cleansing ritual on such occasions: the Russian masters when she passed my cubicle she spies Chekhov lying on my table, waiting his turn "The lady with the lapdog"* she reads aloud, with suspicion would she ever understand, what Dostoevsky to me, would have told?

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Aug 16, 2013

Aug 16, 2013 at 12:06 PM UTC

The Woman with a Lap Dog

Wild rose, aggressive usurper, relentless conqueror of attention, quarrels wants to make me jelous, pretends she is nothing but poetry distilled, stops at every table and whispers: "He is hard prose, the syntax, I can't grasp" Unmindful of sly looks from various corners, that in fact suggest, I had good riddance, I am concerned about the clutter on my desk, that escaped my notice during the days I was in that chasm I was deeply in to Dostoevsky, my cleansing ritual on such occasions: the Russian masters when she passed my cubicle she spies Chekhov lying on my table, waiting his turn "The lady with the lapdog"* she reads aloud, with suspicion would she ever understand, what Dostoevsky to me, would have told?

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"The female body is a beautiful thing." How dare you suggest such a thing?! The female body is not designed for romantic beauty - no It is designed for pleasure, The pleasure of every man out there. Even if the woman eyes out women rather than men, Man will still take pleasure, But as a fetish - as a kink. ***** The bigger, the more painful. But who cares?! The bigger the better. With ******* designed for flicking and ******* on in order to "turn her on" Do you forget what their initial purpose is? Do you forget the pain she went through to birth her children? And the struggle of breast feeding? Of course not. You just don't care. "The female body is a beautiful thing." Yes it is beautiful - **** even. Designed for the pleasure of men. Shaved as smooth as the women men watch not so secretly. *** is not supposed to be enjoyed by the woman - she is the enjoyment, the entertainer. Womankind is not designed to be loved nor cherished. Womankind is designed for *** and nothing more than that. Let me tell you something: everything that you just read is not true - and yet this is what today's young people are being taught. Girls believe that they cannot be popular without being sexualized; they wear revealing clothing, send nudes and will even go as far as having *** just to feel beautiful. And even then she will be called a ***** a **** a ***** Girls are being taught that this is normal - that it's okay. It is not okay. Girls should not feel that they have to give their all to everyone and keep nothing for themselves. Girls should be able to feel happy and positive on their own - without being told that they are **** by some ***** middle aged man. So here is my message to every girl out there: You are beautiful and don't let anyone tell you differently. Don't let society pressure you into doing, saying or wearing certain things that you are uncomfortable with. Don't let men use and manipulate you. **Your body is your property and nobody else's** and it is not designed to be sexualized by men. One day you will find the love of your life who will protect and cherish you and treat you the way you deserve. But always remember: Be true to yourself and be happy.

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Nov 1, 2016

Nov 1, 2016 at 8:57 PM UTC

charlie-may-cullip

"The female body is a beautiful thing." How dare you suggest such a thing?! The female body is not designed for romantic beauty - no It is designed for pleasure, The pleasure of every man out there. Even if the woman eyes out women rather than men, Man will still take pleasure, But as a fetish - as a kink. ***** The bigger, the more painful. But who cares?! The bigger the better. With ******* designed for flicking and ******* on in order to "turn her on" Do you forget what their initial purpose is? Do you forget the pain she went through to birth her children? And the struggle of breast feeding? Of course not. You just don't care. "The female body is a beautiful thing." Yes it is beautiful - **** even. Designed for the pleasure of men. Shaved as smooth as the women men watch not so secretly. *** is not supposed to be enjoyed by the woman - she is the enjoyment, the entertainer. Womankind is not designed to be loved nor cherished. Womankind is designed for *** and nothing more than that. Let me tell you something: everything that you just read is not true - and yet this is what today's young people are being taught. Girls believe that they cannot be popular without being sexualized; they wear revealing clothing, send nudes and will even go as far as having *** just to feel beautiful. And even then she will be called a ***** a **** a ***** Girls are being taught that this is normal - that it's okay. It is not okay. Girls should not feel that they have to give their all to everyone and keep nothing for themselves. Girls should be able to feel happy and positive on their own - without being told that they are **** by some ***** middle aged man. So here is my message to every girl out there: You are beautiful and don't let anyone tell you differently. Don't let society pressure you into doing, saying or wearing certain things that you are uncomfortable with. Don't let men use and manipulate you. **Your body is your property and nobody else's** and it is not designed to be sexualized by men. One day you will find the love of your life who will protect and cherish you and treat you the way you deserve. But always remember: Be true to yourself and be happy.

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Pluto says Keep your hug Pluto says Dwarf Planet my *** Pluto says Sticks and Stones ************* Pluto says I know what I am I don’t care For your “opinion” Captured by the Kuiper Belt! Please. Or one my favorites, A cold rock! You called me a trans-Neptunian object? I have five moons! An 11 year old girl tried to name me. She won £5 but I’ve had many names. I am fond of Hiro. But I’ve also liked Minerva. I am hardly a minor planet. In 2006 they tried to make a verb out of me To "pluto" is to "demote or devalue someone or something.” **** You! So passive aggressive and insulting. I am not carrying that around with me My orbit is 248 years. At a 17 degree angle thank you very much To pay my respects to that egomaniac Sun. Why would I care what you think? Perhaps I am envied because I am so far away. I don’t think that I am far away at all. It’s relative, no? Yes, I am removed from that Versailles situation over there and all that ******** That horrible planet You know the one that I mean. The one that’s crawling with “things” They’re not even you. Disgusting. I am awash with molten ices and I even sport a plasma tail. I spin in nitrogen gases On my own path Alone With my FIVE moons! Just us! They claim that there are other Dwarf Planets here and there And even go so far as to suggest That I am the puniest amongst them But with my five and five more still That’s 10 to 8 And you already know what I can do.

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Sep 12, 2018

Sep 12, 2018 at 11:44 PM UTC

Planet X is the Devil

Pluto says Keep your hug Pluto says Dwarf Planet my *** Pluto says Sticks and Stones ************* Pluto says I know what I am I don’t care For your “opinion” Captured by the Kuiper Belt! Please. Or one my favorites, A cold rock! You called me a trans-Neptunian object? I have five moons! An 11 year old girl tried to name me. She won £5 but I’ve had many names. I am fond of Hiro. But I’ve also liked Minerva. I am hardly a minor planet. In 2006 they tried to make a verb out of me To "pluto" is to "demote or devalue someone or something.” **** You! So passive aggressive and insulting. I am not carrying that around with me My orbit is 248 years. At a 17 degree angle thank you very much To pay my respects to that egomaniac Sun. Why would I care what you think? Perhaps I am envied because I am so far away. I don’t think that I am far away at all. It’s relative, no? Yes, I am removed from that Versailles situation over there and all that ******** That horrible planet You know the one that I mean. The one that’s crawling with “things” They’re not even you. Disgusting. I am awash with molten ices and I even sport a plasma tail. I spin in nitrogen gases On my own path Alone With my FIVE moons! Just us! They claim that there are other Dwarf Planets here and there And even go so far as to suggest That I am the puniest amongst them But with my five and five more still That’s 10 to 8 And you already know what I can do.

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As you enter the realm of boredom a trigger is pulled The hammer falls and you scurry in it's silence Everything viable to suffice your wants that we always think are needs Watch how quickly and how desperate your trials to appease this figment becomes Pointless rage while you shut others out Yet invite strangers to suggest a way to cure the symptoms You become detached as a person with less than any friends Because you choose to follow these stupid trends

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Jul 7, 2014

Jul 7, 2014 at 8:26 PM UTC

tiktokecheasketch32

A minute of boredom in your mind

As you enter the realm of boredom a trigger is pulled The hammer falls and you scurry in it's silence Everything viable to suffice your wants that we always think are needs Watch how quickly and how desperate your trials to appease this figment becomes Pointless rage while you shut others out Yet invite strangers to suggest a way to cure the symptoms You become detached as a person with less than any friends Because you choose to follow these stupid trends

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You feel like you're a million miles away far from me at another place where I can't be. I wish I could see you. I wish I knew what your voice sounded like. Let the ocean waves roll over and let the sun set so the stars will appear, and be my guide to you. I just haven't met you yet, but when I do I'll never leave your arms because you'll be my coming home. In the dead of morning you'll be there with two cups of tea. There wouldn't be anything I didn't love about you. I hope your eyes shine when you look at the world. You notice how there is so much to explore and you'll be left craving more. You'd suggest we adventure out and I would already have your bags pack and be halfway out the door. I would never get mad at you. Not even when you spill your coffee all over my poetry. I'll smile and kiss your frown away telling you that it's okay. There isn't anything I wouldn't tell you. We'd bury our secrets together in our backyard garden. We would sleep so close together at night, fearing the edge of the bed. We would everything and nothing. We would never let our love for each other grow hungry. The stars always shine brighter when I think about you. Do you see how they shine? That is all for you. I know I'm still young but I can't wait to meet you one day. I know you're out there dreaming about the day you'll meet someone. I hope that person you think about is me. Even though you don't know me yet. But that day will come and it'll go down in history books, trust me.

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Jan 19, 2014

Jan 19, 2014 at 1:12 PM UTC

You're My Coming Home

You feel like you're a million miles away far from me at another place where I can't be. I wish I could see you. I wish I knew what your voice sounded like. Let the ocean waves roll over and let the sun set so the stars will appear, and be my guide to you. I just haven't met you yet, but when I do I'll never leave your arms because you'll be my coming home. In the dead of morning you'll be there with two cups of tea. There wouldn't be anything I didn't love about you. I hope your eyes shine when you look at the world. You notice how there is so much to explore and you'll be left craving more. You'd suggest we adventure out and I would already have your bags pack and be halfway out the door. I would never get mad at you. Not even when you spill your coffee all over my poetry. I'll smile and kiss your frown away telling you that it's okay. There isn't anything I wouldn't tell you. We'd bury our secrets together in our backyard garden. We would sleep so close together at night, fearing the edge of the bed. We would everything and nothing. We would never let our love for each other grow hungry. The stars always shine brighter when I think about you. Do you see how they shine? That is all for you. I know I'm still young but I can't wait to meet you one day. I know you're out there dreaming about the day you'll meet someone. I hope that person you think about is me. Even though you don't know me yet. But that day will come and it'll go down in history books, trust me.

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Stop scrubbing so hard, your skin isn't going to get much lighter. And all those skin-bleaching creams? I suggest you throw them away. They are of no use to you. Your skin is as dark as the moonless sky, but that doesn't change the fact that your smile is as bright as the sun. You are beautiful, but you don't seem to realize it. I see the boys with skin as pale as milk and eyes as blue as your Mama's favourite teacup. I see how they whisper to each other and chuckle as you walk by. I see how they follow you home and tug at your rough hair, setting free a flood of slurs. I've seen you sink to the ground, bury your face in your hands and weep. You try to hang around the girls with light skin, but they look at you oddly and tell you to return to where you came from. The weeping continues. You go home and tell your Mama about the mean kids at school, but she kisses her teeth and tells you that she doesn't have time for your nonsense, maybe you should stick around your own kind. Precious girl, walk into your bathroom and stand before your mirror. What do you see? Find one detail about yourself that you love, no matter how long it takes. You want nothing more than to be loved, but how can somebody else love you if you don't even love yourself? Embrace your darkness, and be at peace with yourself. Darling, your skin is black gold, and one day, somebody will dig deep enough to discover it.

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Jun 24, 2013

Jun 24, 2013 at 10:54 AM UTC

For The Girl With A Dark Complexion

Stop scrubbing so hard, your skin isn't going to get much lighter. And all those skin-bleaching creams? I suggest you throw them away. They are of no use to you. Your skin is as dark as the moonless sky, but that doesn't change the fact that your smile is as bright as the sun. You are beautiful, but you don't seem to realize it. I see the boys with skin as pale as milk and eyes as blue as your Mama's favourite teacup. I see how they whisper to each other and chuckle as you walk by. I see how they follow you home and tug at your rough hair, setting free a flood of slurs. I've seen you sink to the ground, bury your face in your hands and weep. You try to hang around the girls with light skin, but they look at you oddly and tell you to return to where you came from. The weeping continues. You go home and tell your Mama about the mean kids at school, but she kisses her teeth and tells you that she doesn't have time for your nonsense, maybe you should stick around your own kind. Precious girl, walk into your bathroom and stand before your mirror. What do you see? Find one detail about yourself that you love, no matter how long it takes. You want nothing more than to be loved, but how can somebody else love you if you don't even love yourself? Embrace your darkness, and be at peace with yourself. Darling, your skin is black gold, and one day, somebody will dig deep enough to discover it.

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Negativity is nothing more than lack of assurance and doubt This is what this lesson in helping you to work out It means take negativity and build into positivity Think on Negativity being only a set back in how one feels Usually, Negativity comes from Negativity given It surrounds people that project Negativity because of circumstances that happened in one’s life They are the one’s that always sees negativity, but never work in seeing life as positivity You must look beyond your depressed thoughts, and suggest positivity That negativity causes people to not succeed Negativity becomes like a forbidden flood needing to reseed A person is focusing on someone else’s feed But negativity has no place face to face In fact, it’s all a waste The energy that one stresses on negativity, could be utilized on constructive positivity Negativity is a barrier like a detour, but you are only staying in one place No movement in a hopeful pace If you say today, the response would be tomorrow But what one is saying, they are drowning on sorrow Negativity is mental, but one must move into motivational Motivational is the action that will start you on your way Negative people now should be your getaway This is your lesson for today Go and achieve in every way Live on every day

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Jul 17, 2020

Jul 17, 2020 at 6:04 AM UTC

preservationman

NEGATIVITY BECOMES A CHANGE IN THE LESSON

Negativity is nothing more than lack of assurance and doubt This is what this lesson in helping you to work out It means take negativity and build into positivity Think on Negativity being only a set back in how one feels Usually, Negativity comes from Negativity given It surrounds people that project Negativity because of circumstances that happened in one’s life They are the one’s that always sees negativity, but never work in seeing life as positivity You must look beyond your depressed thoughts, and suggest positivity That negativity causes people to not succeed Negativity becomes like a forbidden flood needing to reseed A person is focusing on someone else’s feed But negativity has no place face to face In fact, it’s all a waste The energy that one stresses on negativity, could be utilized on constructive positivity Negativity is a barrier like a detour, but you are only staying in one place No movement in a hopeful pace If you say today, the response would be tomorrow But what one is saying, they are drowning on sorrow Negativity is mental, but one must move into motivational Motivational is the action that will start you on your way Negative people now should be your getaway This is your lesson for today Go and achieve in every way Live on every day

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Remember when you were a small child And you had your first real person crush? And everyone thought it was cute because it was so mild? You're young and innocent so there was no rush Remember when you were ten And you liked that slightly older boy? And you're parents said "No don't see him" You didn't get it, they just wanted to annoy Remember when you were sixteen And you were crying in your bedroom He told you you two were not to be seen Your mom came in and gave you perfume "Hello baby girl I want to make it better But heartbreak is something that must happen I suggest you write him an angry letter You might even want to slap him "Things like this are always expected You're beautiful, gorgeous, lovely, worth it You're something that has been perfected You'll become happy again. bit by bit "I am always here, I am never far I won't judge you or make you feel bad I will try to hug away all the scars I don't ever want my baby to be sad "I brought you this perfume to remind you That even the essence of cherries can be trapped Let this perfume be a reminder to Never let anyone have you wrapped "You're you and no one can take that away So aspire to be the opposite of this container Fly free and let your branches sway Hold your own brush, make yourself the painter" You love that perfume, buy it all the time And you hate that perfume in the same way You use it as a reminder, a small little chime Of all the wonderful things you're mom does say

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May 17, 2015

May 17, 2015 at 3:12 AM UTC

Remember when you were a small child And you had your first real person crush? And everyone thought it was cute because it was so mild? You're young and innocent so there was no rush Remember when you were ten And you liked that slightly older boy? And you're parents said "No don't see him" You didn't get it, they just wanted to annoy Remember when you were sixteen And you were crying in your bedroom He told you you two were not to be seen Your mom came in and gave you perfume "Hello baby girl I want to make it better But heartbreak is something that must happen I suggest you write him an angry letter You might even want to slap him "Things like this are always expected You're beautiful, gorgeous, lovely, worth it You're something that has been perfected You'll become happy again. bit by bit "I am always here, I am never far I won't judge you or make you feel bad I will try to hug away all the scars I don't ever want my baby to be sad "I brought you this perfume to remind you That even the essence of cherries can be trapped Let this perfume be a reminder to Never let anyone have you wrapped "You're you and no one can take that away So aspire to be the opposite of this container Fly free and let your branches sway Hold your own brush, make yourself the painter" You love that perfume, buy it all the time And you hate that perfume in the same way You use it as a reminder, a small little chime Of all the wonderful things you're mom does say

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You-will-not-lie, -bed-chambers-long, For I, -am-coming-to-get, YOU! Clawed-through-the-dirt, -up-the-roots, I am here, -come-to-get, YOU! Followed-tree-roots, -that-sweet-smelling-Earth! Here now! -It's time-to-forget-YOUTH. *HALLOWEEN THIS! HALLOWEEN THAT! HALLOWEEN THIS! HALLOWEEN THAT! HALLOWEEN THIS! HALLOWEEN THAT! Aha Ha Ha Ha, -The Goblins Attack!!* * *Grab-you-and-cover-those-murmuring-cries. Drag-you-away, I have got, YOU! Hungry-I, watering-mouth-glistening-eyes! Bundle-of-joy, I have got, YOU! Jump-down-tunnel-for-you-are-my-prize. Look-at-you-now, my-sweet-tasty-meat-PIE! *HALLOWEEN THIS! HALLOWEEN THAT! HALLOWEEN THIS! HALLOWEEN THAT! HALLOWEEN THIS! HALLOWEEN THAT! Aha Ha Ha Ha, -The Goblins Attack!!* Addendum: The name appears to be an amalgamation etymologically of roots from Greek, Sanskrit and Sumerian. If, of course, you choose to translate it that way. I assume Plato to be an authority on the Ancient Greek's tendency to combine the words of multiple mythologies sharing similar characters linguistically. The purpose of the hyphenation is to suggest the tempo and speed of the rhyme's cadence. Kalikantzaroi 'The Demon's of Earth'

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Jun 19, 2018

Jun 19, 2018 at 10:09 PM UTC

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You-will-not-lie, -bed-chambers-long, For I, -am-coming-to-get, YOU! Clawed-through-the-dirt, -up-the-roots, I am here, -come-to-get, YOU! Followed-tree-roots, -that-sweet-smelling-Earth! Here now! -It's time-to-forget-YOUTH. *HALLOWEEN THIS! HALLOWEEN THAT! HALLOWEEN THIS! HALLOWEEN THAT! HALLOWEEN THIS! HALLOWEEN THAT! Aha Ha Ha Ha, -The Goblins Attack!!* * *Grab-you-and-cover-those-murmuring-cries. Drag-you-away, I have got, YOU! Hungry-I, watering-mouth-glistening-eyes! Bundle-of-joy, I have got, YOU! Jump-down-tunnel-for-you-are-my-prize. Look-at-you-now, my-sweet-tasty-meat-PIE! *HALLOWEEN THIS! HALLOWEEN THAT! HALLOWEEN THIS! HALLOWEEN THAT! HALLOWEEN THIS! HALLOWEEN THAT! Aha Ha Ha Ha, -The Goblins Attack!!* Addendum: The name appears to be an amalgamation etymologically of roots from Greek, Sanskrit and Sumerian. If, of course, you choose to translate it that way. I assume Plato to be an authority on the Ancient Greek's tendency to combine the words of multiple mythologies sharing similar characters linguistically. The purpose of the hyphenation is to suggest the tempo and speed of the rhyme's cadence. Kalikantzaroi 'The Demon's of Earth'

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*i think, you should stop going to italy, for one, oh **** me, keep going on hedonist piss-fuck fests to places like mallorca, but stop going to italy, you're making my stomach ache from laughter, with what you come back with, the so-called "innovations"; somehow i'd just poach my cauliflower, and drizzle it with fried breadcrumbs, and serve it as a side-dish to fried eggs (2), and some tatties; for goodness sake, even cauliflower cream soup makes more sense, garnished with some fried chorizo!* first it was avocado on toast... who the **** puts avocado on bread? i can imagine putting it in pasta... but on bread? hey, what the **** does the acronym f.a.d. mean? i don't know, and i won't google it... o.k. avocado on toast... nothing near guacamole, but fair enough... but what i discovered... pushes the button where i turn into a fox laughter (fuchslachen) - i couldn't stop... you can find it in the weekend section of the saturday times newspaper... written by nicola m. cauliflower and mozzarella pizza... you have to be ******** me... cauliflower? on pizza? one of my housemates at university told me an anecdote: i was in a restaurant once, and asked for a pizza with no cheese... he continued: and then the head chef came out and asked me... are you, insane?! a bit like: bread... but no butter? and i thought i was insane eating a watermelon today, whole, the red pulp, and the outer layers including the skin included, allowing myself a gorilla imitation cameo gimmick... but i thought i was mad... but there's avocado on toast... and now... cauliflower on pizza... it's a ******* side-dish! wait, don't tell me... you're going to put some potatoes onto the pizza the next frizz comes along... right? how about beetroot? thankfully, if i have some wacky ideas in terms of culinary escapades, they happen, drunk, after 12a.m., and i'm the scientist, and the experimental rabbit 2-in-1... a newspaper column? apparently, you get one, putting avocado on toast... or cauliflower on a pi-zzzzz-ah... to be honest, even though i haven't tried it, grilled aubergines on a pizza could work... the toast? marmite and cheddar... english people should stop glorifying holidays in italy... they're ****** cooks... an italian would just look at a pizza with cauliflower and say: cosa? i'd suggest heading to scotland first, and picking up the vibes from some haggis. **** me... avocado on toast... caulifower on a pizza?! now i can die happy, 'appy, clapping: encore!

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Jun 10, 2017

Jun 10, 2017 at 2:54 PM UTC

removed.polaroid-scrabble

english culinary experiments

*i think, you should stop going to italy, for one, oh **** me, keep going on hedonist piss-fuck fests to places like mallorca, but stop going to italy, you're making my stomach ache from laughter, with what you come back with, the so-called "innovations"; somehow i'd just poach my cauliflower, and drizzle it with fried breadcrumbs, and serve it as a side-dish to fried eggs (2), and some tatties; for goodness sake, even cauliflower cream soup makes more sense, garnished with some fried chorizo!* first it was avocado on toast... who the **** puts avocado on bread? i can imagine putting it in pasta... but on bread? hey, what the **** does the acronym f.a.d. mean? i don't know, and i won't google it... o.k. avocado on toast... nothing near guacamole, but fair enough... but what i discovered... pushes the button where i turn into a fox laughter (fuchslachen) - i couldn't stop... you can find it in the weekend section of the saturday times newspaper... written by nicola m. cauliflower and mozzarella pizza... you have to be ******** me... cauliflower? on pizza? one of my housemates at university told me an anecdote: i was in a restaurant once, and asked for a pizza with no cheese... he continued: and then the head chef came out and asked me... are you, insane?! a bit like: bread... but no butter? and i thought i was insane eating a watermelon today, whole, the red pulp, and the outer layers including the skin included, allowing myself a gorilla imitation cameo gimmick... but i thought i was mad... but there's avocado on toast... and now... cauliflower on pizza... it's a ******* side-dish! wait, don't tell me... you're going to put some potatoes onto the pizza the next frizz comes along... right? how about beetroot? thankfully, if i have some wacky ideas in terms of culinary escapades, they happen, drunk, after 12a.m., and i'm the scientist, and the experimental rabbit 2-in-1... a newspaper column? apparently, you get one, putting avocado on toast... or cauliflower on a pi-zzzzz-ah... to be honest, even though i haven't tried it, grilled aubergines on a pizza could work... the toast? marmite and cheddar... english people should stop glorifying holidays in italy... they're ****** cooks... an italian would just look at a pizza with cauliflower and say: cosa? i'd suggest heading to scotland first, and picking up the vibes from some haggis. **** me... avocado on toast... caulifower on a pizza?! now i can die happy, 'appy, clapping: encore!

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She calls me up in front of the class, I think to myself "I better pass" She says "Oh that friend of yours, is she in my class next semester?" I cough and say "Oh yes you are still her professor", She asks if I have ever encouraged her to take this university math course, "Of course" with the voice I try to force, Force out the words I can not utter, She says "What?" and I say "Did I stutter?" "I also told her I'm getting a 51 in this-" "It's cause you never work" she said with a hiss "Miss I've done all the work, I just hate math" This is the part where my she unleashed her wrath, "So you aren't taking math next year I see" I try and explain "Math isn't for me" "Try Data Management next semester, it might work out?" she tries to suggest "Not with you as my teacher again.." with her *hard *** ******* tests*, Each class I am passing with straight 90's but this course has no interest of mine, And for your information without math I will be JUST FINE.

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Nov 27, 2013

Nov 27, 2013 at 4:38 PM UTC

"You never work" -Sincerely, Math Teacher

She calls me up in front of the class, I think to myself "I better pass" She says "Oh that friend of yours, is she in my class next semester?" I cough and say "Oh yes you are still her professor", She asks if I have ever encouraged her to take this university math course, "Of course" with the voice I try to force, Force out the words I can not utter, She says "What?" and I say "Did I stutter?" "I also told her I'm getting a 51 in this-" "It's cause you never work" she said with a hiss "Miss I've done all the work, I just hate math" This is the part where my she unleashed her wrath, "So you aren't taking math next year I see" I try and explain "Math isn't for me" "Try Data Management next semester, it might work out?" she tries to suggest "Not with you as my teacher again.." with her *hard *** ******* tests*, Each class I am passing with straight 90's but this course has no interest of mine, And for your information without math I will be JUST FINE.

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Say, what drives a narcissist to feed on their soul Their own being, their whole, a cannibalistic role I fold, into the answers that have never been told Because I disagree that life is less than silver or gold When I was young I was 'old', wiser than age would suggest I never looked from a problem I never strayed from a test I sought to better my self, pushing others away Rising alone but never understanding how I would pay Now look today and see a fate that I crafted off a clean slate Into a plate of half consumed variables that I never ate Or even paid any attention effectively painting dissention And not to mention my descent into a mental detention I locked my self in a prison of a dozen complications A box full of games, puzzles and some mindless sedation No relation to pain, bottomless gain and no patience I snap at every ******* body for the beast I am facing Imagine that you have a paper with some scribbles and lines Now try erasing the marks so the paper's perfect - just try It's impossible because you pretend to leave the past There's always something there to make a scar that will last So now because of my choices I sit alone with these voices Saying "you could do better", to me they're nothing but noises So now I write my emotions so that the world might just hold 'em Just ignoring commotion 'cause you can pass 'em or smoke 'em

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Jul 2, 2014

Jul 2, 2014 at 3:14 AM UTC

Say, what drives a narcissist to feed on their soul Their own being, their whole, a cannibalistic role I fold, into the answers that have never been told Because I disagree that life is less than silver or gold When I was young I was 'old', wiser than age would suggest I never looked from a problem I never strayed from a test I sought to better my self, pushing others away Rising alone but never understanding how I would pay Now look today and see a fate that I crafted off a clean slate Into a plate of half consumed variables that I never ate Or even paid any attention effectively painting dissention And not to mention my descent into a mental detention I locked my self in a prison of a dozen complications A box full of games, puzzles and some mindless sedation No relation to pain, bottomless gain and no patience I snap at every ******* body for the beast I am facing Imagine that you have a paper with some scribbles and lines Now try erasing the marks so the paper's perfect - just try It's impossible because you pretend to leave the past There's always something there to make a scar that will last So now because of my choices I sit alone with these voices Saying "you could do better", to me they're nothing but noises So now I write my emotions so that the world might just hold 'em Just ignoring commotion 'cause you can pass 'em or smoke 'em

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