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Dec 21, 2019
Dec 21, 2019 at 11:08 AM UTC
maxneumann
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The fiscal snare is drawing tight Putin’s day... now courting night, Rouble tilts vertiginously To Satan’s **** religiously. Fiscal snare is drawing blood A trickle then... is now a flood, Russia’s central bank adjusts But ineffectually, combusts. Hard line prospects elbow dance Aligning for assasins lance. Perhaps…. Better now, the Devil known Than facing down an Unknown throne….. Facing down an Iron call With finger poised in nuclear thrall. What choice now for ego’s Prince Retreat from Eastern Ukraine’s wince? Retreat Crimea’s balmy shores To face the nationalistic howl of hordes? Brinkmanship…the other way A gamble that the West might sway? Either way the game is up Now bitter wine brims Russia’s cup. M.
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Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 11:39 PM UTC
marshal-gebbie
CHECKMATE
The fiscal snare is drawing tight Putin’s day... now courting night, Rouble tilts vertiginously To Satan’s **** religiously. Fiscal snare is drawing blood A trickle then... is now a flood, Russia’s central bank adjusts But ineffectually, combusts. Hard line prospects elbow dance Aligning for assasins lance. Perhaps…. Better now, the Devil known Than facing down an Unknown throne….. Facing down an Iron call With finger poised in nuclear thrall. What choice now for ego’s Prince Retreat from Eastern Ukraine’s wince? Retreat Crimea’s balmy shores To face the nationalistic howl of hordes? Brinkmanship…the other way A gamble that the West might sway? Either way the game is up Now bitter wine brims Russia’s cup. M.
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My ancient cell phone died. Had to replace it with a smart-phone. Samsung Galaxy. No Choice. Smart-phone my *** nothing but a hassle since I got it. Phones should make phone calls. I don't want the weather in Ukraine. I don't want people texting me. (What the hell is texting? *** LOL. IMHO.) Don't want to play games or listen to music. Sure as hell don't want to watch movies. What kind of ***** watches movies on a phone? Ned Ludd where are you? Call me if your phone works. We need to make some plans.    ~mce
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Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 7:43 PM UTC
mike-essig
******* New Phone: A Lament
My ancient cell phone died. Had to replace it with a smart-phone. Samsung Galaxy. No Choice. Smart-phone my *** nothing but a hassle since I got it. Phones should make phone calls. I don't want the weather in Ukraine. I don't want people texting me. (What the hell is texting? *** LOL. IMHO.) Don't want to play games or listen to music. Sure as hell don't want to watch movies. What kind of ***** watches movies on a phone? Ned Ludd where are you? Call me if your phone works. We need to make some plans.    ~mce
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I am wheat I cry, I cry Again You leave your dead At my feet Oh why, oh why At Gettysburg We cried Again, again They rose and died Below our stalks They lie, they lie From Stalingrad To Leningrad One million dead, one million dead The Panzers came Wheat fields aflame They burned, they burned And once again You leave your dead Ukraine, Ukraine Oh, Putin's shame The innocent lie In wheat, in wheat. r ~ 7/19/14
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Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 7:37 PM UTC
r-2
Wheat fields
I am wheat I cry, I cry Again You leave your dead At my feet Oh why, oh why At Gettysburg We cried Again, again They rose and died Below our stalks They lie, they lie From Stalingrad To Leningrad One million dead, one million dead The Panzers came Wheat fields aflame They burned, they burned And once again You leave your dead Ukraine, Ukraine Oh, Putin's shame The innocent lie In wheat, in wheat. r ~ 7/19/14
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“I remember the bed just floating there” is how Phil Kaye started his ‘repetition’ poem.   I remember pausing the youtube video after the poem ended. I remember burying my feelings under 3 blankets and 4 hours of binge watching spoken word poetry. I do not remember the dreams I could have had. I remember the set of nightmares that visited religiously like the downstairs neighbor tired of how loud my heart pounds at late evenings. I remember, very clearly, how they went. I do not remember if I have written them down. Dream one: he peels my freckles off my skin; he says he needs them because his coffee is too light. I scream while he calmly adds pints of the cheeks to his cup. He says I can never be as quiet as the girl who managed to sneak into his ribcage and build herself a bedroom. Dream two: We are standing in the great library of Alexandria. He pulls the sea from underneath my feet and stuffs it into his back pocket. He says he needs it because he is tired of drowning himself in uncertainty. I start to cry and he says: Aries is the god of war, and women born under this sign confuse war for love. I remember the mole on his left ear growing bigger in my nightmares without me ever watering it. I remember he smelled of tangerine trees and broken records. I do not remember if his face looked like the man I almost fell in love with last winter, or my father. I remember the first time I saw my father after he came back from Ukraine. I remember his brown leather shoes that oozed of old spice cologne and neat scotch. I remember his hardly worn pair of glasses and the pieces of me they never cared to read. I remember the wrinkles that seemed newer than his glasses slowly colonizing his hands... the hands that never held me as tight as the dress I wore to my school prom hoping it would catch my ex’s attention. I remember that dress. I remember it had a floral print reminiscent of the season that I was named after hoping maybe it would remind him I’m part him. I remember realizing he will never remember. And now, I sit on a carpet of autumnal leafs as crisp as my tied tongue and as dead as my fears, trying to turn my love for him into more than just a memory.
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Aug 8, 2018
Aug 8, 2018 at 4:00 PM UTC
astronaut
A Memory
“I remember the bed just floating there” is how Phil Kaye started his ‘repetition’ poem.   I remember pausing the youtube video after the poem ended. I remember burying my feelings under 3 blankets and 4 hours of binge watching spoken word poetry. I do not remember the dreams I could have had. I remember the set of nightmares that visited religiously like the downstairs neighbor tired of how loud my heart pounds at late evenings. I remember, very clearly, how they went. I do not remember if I have written them down. Dream one: he peels my freckles off my skin; he says he needs them because his coffee is too light. I scream while he calmly adds pints of the cheeks to his cup. He says I can never be as quiet as the girl who managed to sneak into his ribcage and build herself a bedroom. Dream two: We are standing in the great library of Alexandria. He pulls the sea from underneath my feet and stuffs it into his back pocket. He says he needs it because he is tired of drowning himself in uncertainty. I start to cry and he says: Aries is the god of war, and women born under this sign confuse war for love. I remember the mole on his left ear growing bigger in my nightmares without me ever watering it. I remember he smelled of tangerine trees and broken records. I do not remember if his face looked like the man I almost fell in love with last winter, or my father. I remember the first time I saw my father after he came back from Ukraine. I remember his brown leather shoes that oozed of old spice cologne and neat scotch. I remember his hardly worn pair of glasses and the pieces of me they never cared to read. I remember the wrinkles that seemed newer than his glasses slowly colonizing his hands... the hands that never held me as tight as the dress I wore to my school prom hoping it would catch my ex’s attention. I remember that dress. I remember it had a floral print reminiscent of the season that I was named after hoping maybe it would remind him I’m part him. I remember realizing he will never remember. And now, I sit on a carpet of autumnal leafs as crisp as my tied tongue and as dead as my fears, trying to turn my love for him into more than just a memory.
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Today's world is not as it seems, Cancer now comes in packs of twenty And our idea of food is a burger with twenty-percent meat, And NO-ONE cares or thinks for themself Ones worth is measured only in wealth The children are hungry, Our veterans ignored Hunger for money and lust for oil brought us war, Ukraine in "crisis" and MH370 missing, The C.I.A. funded Isis we just won't believe it, So put down the phone and open your eyes, Realize Real Eyes Real Lies It shouldn't take a genius to see this So I will not forgive, I'll NEVER forget, about 9/11 or Israel's daily blank check Because we fund their wars with Gaza and more We bomb the Mosques,hospitals and more We've been deceived,shammed,tricked and lied to, So ask yourself,who am I? Who are you? We're the awoken ones with SO much left to do Open your eyes and simply wake Wake the **** up for our children's sake Sometimes I just think about things, What will our children's future bring? Will there be one at all or won't it exist? Open your eyes Realize And think about it
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Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 6:32 PM UTC
joseph-zielinski
The Grand Scheme of Things
Today's world is not as it seems, Cancer now comes in packs of twenty And our idea of food is a burger with twenty-percent meat, And NO-ONE cares or thinks for themself Ones worth is measured only in wealth The children are hungry, Our veterans ignored Hunger for money and lust for oil brought us war, Ukraine in "crisis" and MH370 missing, The C.I.A. funded Isis we just won't believe it, So put down the phone and open your eyes, Realize Real Eyes Real Lies It shouldn't take a genius to see this So I will not forgive, I'll NEVER forget, about 9/11 or Israel's daily blank check Because we fund their wars with Gaza and more We bomb the Mosques,hospitals and more We've been deceived,shammed,tricked and lied to, So ask yourself,who am I? Who are you? We're the awoken ones with SO much left to do Open your eyes and simply wake Wake the **** up for our children's sake Sometimes I just think about things, What will our children's future bring? Will there be one at all or won't it exist? Open your eyes Realize And think about it
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Does evil exist? Well, does it, or not? I demand an answer And if it does, hold that thought Because if wrong does exist We must face the reality That calling something wrong means There's a right way things ought to be But if wrong does not truly Exist in bright colors Well, what, then is justice But a meaningless construct? If the **** of a child In all histories and cultures Can be called pure evil Even by society's worst prisoners If the ****** of innocents Is forever and always An evil in society That can't be tolerated If imprisonment of a woman Like chattel for sale Being held as a *** slave In her own private hell Or murdering Jews Like Hitler's evil plan Or starving millions unjustly In Stalin's Ukraine Or killing the masses For political expedience Culling babies in China Or locking up dissidents If beheading of heretics Is inherently wrong Or even violating your privacy Or invading your home If these are universally bad And there's meaning in words Then there's universal good That our souls are drawn toward Something more than just philosophy Because that lacks authority And if good is defined by the majority Then what about the minority? Tyrants run roughshod When rights come and go At the whims of the powerful Because what they say goes No, evil is something More than laws, or from cultures Or philosophical sophistry From ivory towers To try to stop badness Is really to defend That there's a god of pure goodness Who wants us like him We can discuss who that god is And what is his substance But the least we can do Is acknowledge his existence You can say that religion Starts evil wars and such And you might just be right But you've just proved too much Because if there is no god Whose nature defines goodness Who are you to call war bad Or **** evil, or hate, darkness? Who are you to sit in judgment Of the religious who you think hate you? If there is no moral standard That makes hate wrong, and judging too? If morality is nothing more Than just a social contract Then it's just he said/she said And there's no moral compass You see, your compass is as good as mine And that may be fine, generally Until the ****** asserts his own Warped idea of morality What makes his wrong And yours universally right? That's a tough question That keeps philosophers up at night Because indeed, if there is no god There's no guilt to assuage For the wrongs that man does Because there is no such gauge It's like measuring empty Without knowing what full is Or like trying to describe love Without knowing who God is
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Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 6:59 PM UTC
kevinharper
Does evil exist?
Does evil exist? Well, does it, or not? I demand an answer And if it does, hold that thought Because if wrong does exist We must face the reality That calling something wrong means There's a right way things ought to be But if wrong does not truly Exist in bright colors Well, what, then is justice But a meaningless construct? If the **** of a child In all histories and cultures Can be called pure evil Even by society's worst prisoners If the ****** of innocents Is forever and always An evil in society That can't be tolerated If imprisonment of a woman Like chattel for sale Being held as a *** slave In her own private hell Or murdering Jews Like Hitler's evil plan Or starving millions unjustly In Stalin's Ukraine Or killing the masses For political expedience Culling babies in China Or locking up dissidents If beheading of heretics Is inherently wrong Or even violating your privacy Or invading your home If these are universally bad And there's meaning in words Then there's universal good That our souls are drawn toward Something more than just philosophy Because that lacks authority And if good is defined by the majority Then what about the minority? Tyrants run roughshod When rights come and go At the whims of the powerful Because what they say goes No, evil is something More than laws, or from cultures Or philosophical sophistry From ivory towers To try to stop badness Is really to defend That there's a god of pure goodness Who wants us like him We can discuss who that god is And what is his substance But the least we can do Is acknowledge his existence You can say that religion Starts evil wars and such And you might just be right But you've just proved too much Because if there is no god Whose nature defines goodness Who are you to call war bad Or **** evil, or hate, darkness? Who are you to sit in judgment Of the religious who you think hate you? If there is no moral standard That makes hate wrong, and judging too? If morality is nothing more Than just a social contract Then it's just he said/she said And there's no moral compass You see, your compass is as good as mine And that may be fine, generally Until the ****** asserts his own Warped idea of morality What makes his wrong And yours universally right? That's a tough question That keeps philosophers up at night Because indeed, if there is no god There's no guilt to assuage For the wrongs that man does Because there is no such gauge It's like measuring empty Without knowing what full is Or like trying to describe love Without knowing who God is
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Islamist Extremists. Boat Capsized. Obama and Nelson Mandela. Celebrity Lies. Plane Crash. Forest Fires. Missing Girl. Handgun-buyers. Amazon Lawsuit. ANT-MAN. Low Supplies! Walmart Empty Shelves. Chinese Food Scandal. Microsoft Layoffs. Heat and Gasoline. Oil. Mad Max! Comic Book Convention Drama. Breast Lumps and Swelling. Television. Veteran's Hospitals. Israel and Gaza Fight On. Beachgoers Hit by Lightning. Baseball Drinking Songs. Sci-fi, Wi-fi, Ebola, and Libya. Ukraine. Venezuela. Marriage. Liver failure. Allen Webster. USA. RACE CARS. Global Catastrophe Down to Warming of the Earth. Dinosaurs Had Feathers. MH17. Profits. Desert Bakery. Syria. We Must be Mad. Philippines: 100 Million People on an Island. Salmonella Lawsuit. Cheeseburger Diet. Twinkies Never Going Bad. Putin, Palin, and the Tour de France. Fracking. Cats and Dogs.
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Jul 27, 2014
Jul 27, 2014 at 10:36 PM UTC
josh-4
News
Islamist Extremists. Boat Capsized. Obama and Nelson Mandela. Celebrity Lies. Plane Crash. Forest Fires. Missing Girl. Handgun-buyers. Amazon Lawsuit. ANT-MAN. Low Supplies! Walmart Empty Shelves. Chinese Food Scandal. Microsoft Layoffs. Heat and Gasoline. Oil. Mad Max! Comic Book Convention Drama. Breast Lumps and Swelling. Television. Veteran's Hospitals. Israel and Gaza Fight On. Beachgoers Hit by Lightning. Baseball Drinking Songs. Sci-fi, Wi-fi, Ebola, and Libya. Ukraine. Venezuela. Marriage. Liver failure. Allen Webster. USA. RACE CARS. Global Catastrophe Down to Warming of the Earth. Dinosaurs Had Feathers. MH17. Profits. Desert Bakery. Syria. We Must be Mad. Philippines: 100 Million People on an Island. Salmonella Lawsuit. Cheeseburger Diet. Twinkies Never Going Bad. Putin, Palin, and the Tour de France. Fracking. Cats and Dogs.
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So Putin helps Trump win an election And subsequently feels elated. He is still anticipating How he will be compensated. Who are the ones who cheer and clap As Putin takes a victory lap? Watching the Trump administration Blame and distrust the FBI Also tickles Putin as Trump Makes it a target to vilify. Watch Putin cheer and clap As he takes a victory lap. When Trump says he doesn't believe Our intelligence agents here But eagerly accepts whatever Putin tells him, one thing's clear: Trump is willing to cheer and clap As Putin takes a victory lap. When Russia starts a conspiracy theory And blames Ukraine for election meddling, Many Trumplicans here believe The devious lies that the Kremlin is peddling. How can Americans cheer and clap As Putin takes a victory lap? When Trump speaks with the president Of Ukraine and crudely tries to extort Favors from the Ukrainians And threatens to pull U.S. support, Putin supporters cheer and clap As Putin takes a victory lap. As here we see a chilling loss Of democratic values, we Will ask ourselves whatever happened To hope and opportunity. Who then will cheer and clap As Putin takes a victory lap? -by Bob B (12-12-19)
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Dec 12, 2019
Dec 12, 2019 at 9:28 AM UTC
bob-b
As Putin Takes a Victory Lap
So Putin helps Trump win an election And subsequently feels elated. He is still anticipating How he will be compensated. Who are the ones who cheer and clap As Putin takes a victory lap? Watching the Trump administration Blame and distrust the FBI Also tickles Putin as Trump Makes it a target to vilify. Watch Putin cheer and clap As he takes a victory lap. When Trump says he doesn't believe Our intelligence agents here But eagerly accepts whatever Putin tells him, one thing's clear: Trump is willing to cheer and clap As Putin takes a victory lap. When Russia starts a conspiracy theory And blames Ukraine for election meddling, Many Trumplicans here believe The devious lies that the Kremlin is peddling. How can Americans cheer and clap As Putin takes a victory lap? When Trump speaks with the president Of Ukraine and crudely tries to extort Favors from the Ukrainians And threatens to pull U.S. support, Putin supporters cheer and clap As Putin takes a victory lap. As here we see a chilling loss Of democratic values, we Will ask ourselves whatever happened To hope and opportunity. Who then will cheer and clap As Putin takes a victory lap? -by Bob B (12-12-19)
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Inspired by The Mars Volta Encased in, tubular, too much too fast, written again with music in the background! Screams now or be they babies?  Here it's more with talking, psychedelic naturally! Complete the creativity contract stingy stars stealin' popcorn RIPS, and I can feel it coming to me.  Groaning, rhyming with the rather outer despite the order AND GO! Build up, build up who wants a build up? Pause. Groove to me my Ukraine tartar! Make no sense, make it so hard you can't understand where it or was she GOING, go, go, go! Membrane skin saturate thy kin with separating spin so I can't fuckin' breathe! Correct my sins or be you scared to talk to pins though they your friends. The tack is in to lift paper from she and she can't see.  Are you a man or a mouse or anthropomorphic spouse of any of these fleeing an-i-mals?!  I find in the mirror myself and beer to drown the pain or discomforting disdain I can't quite get it right anymore therefore goodbye all truly universally bleeding.  I say goodbye to my past and won't come to grip with it!  GRIP your children's ears but it is you who doesn't want to hear.  You cover their eyes because of the size of daybreak rise!  Rise to the occasional borderline street sign between Inspired by Tool I will explode into the stars, become all of them, but all in sparkle of another's eye I can't rip this mind any further, or else it'll break and snap and slow-mo crack May, may, may, may you starve, breathe, sink, rise, steep, leap, creep into my parallel like a feeling Demented in this way due to you, the closest I'll ever get Five years, apparently not enough to forget Five years, without you Five years, and you still break into my dreams Five years
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Nov 25, 2013
Nov 25, 2013 at 4:13 PM UTC
gabriel-peter-green
Brunette Corridor
Inspired by The Mars Volta Encased in, tubular, too much too fast, written again with music in the background! Screams now or be they babies?  Here it's more with talking, psychedelic naturally! Complete the creativity contract stingy stars stealin' popcorn RIPS, and I can feel it coming to me.  Groaning, rhyming with the rather outer despite the order AND GO! Build up, build up who wants a build up? Pause. Groove to me my Ukraine tartar! Make no sense, make it so hard you can't understand where it or was she GOING, go, go, go! Membrane skin saturate thy kin with separating spin so I can't fuckin' breathe! Correct my sins or be you scared to talk to pins though they your friends. The tack is in to lift paper from she and she can't see.  Are you a man or a mouse or anthropomorphic spouse of any of these fleeing an-i-mals?!  I find in the mirror myself and beer to drown the pain or discomforting disdain I can't quite get it right anymore therefore goodbye all truly universally bleeding.  I say goodbye to my past and won't come to grip with it!  GRIP your children's ears but it is you who doesn't want to hear.  You cover their eyes because of the size of daybreak rise!  Rise to the occasional borderline street sign between Inspired by Tool I will explode into the stars, become all of them, but all in sparkle of another's eye I can't rip this mind any further, or else it'll break and snap and slow-mo crack May, may, may, may you starve, breathe, sink, rise, steep, leap, creep into my parallel like a feeling Demented in this way due to you, the closest I'll ever get Five years, apparently not enough to forget Five years, without you Five years, and you still break into my dreams Five years
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why i am an only child? you have to ask the Polish women who were forced to drink iodine.... 1986...   Chernobyl...       it spread to Poland from the Ukraine...   a "rainbow" effect,#as my great-grandmother recounted... in the local park? streaks... of autumnal trees in their full bloom decay,       and the furthest green in summer... a strange time... why wouldn't my mother have more children? i guess, in fear of breeding a ****** pro-life, what?! you raise them! see how they turn out when you're dead! god's "grace"...                you ever curate the fate of your grandmother? well then!                  now you know! nature is ruthless! man attempting to overcome it?!                         you know what nature does? i know what nature does...   steam-roller and... somehow the most vocal speakers are those daring to question the feathers of a macaw parrot... substituting it with fashion trends... mort in concencus,..    vive in conscissio...          i might have been born with a sibling...   but i wasn't... the Scandinavian countries learned of it, from under, beneath the iron curtain... and who can actually blame Gorbachev? when the U.S.S.R. was made dissolute?       and no war took the  zeitgeist garments of a pope's approval? no cardinal red, with Attila's river...       who is to blame, the scolded transition period of peace? no one unless my grandfather can understand the peaceful transition of the disintegrated U.S.S.R., into a Russian Fed.?                no one?                    but the women of Poland and the Ukraine? still had to drink iodine...                   and i am... i am...                            i am...   i will always be... the long lost cousin of the Chernobyl geblüt; there is not concept of a butterfly effect... when it comes to the query of an, atomic reactor!
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Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 10:50 PM UTC
removed.polaroid-scrabble
1986
why i am an only child? you have to ask the Polish women who were forced to drink iodine.... 1986...   Chernobyl...       it spread to Poland from the Ukraine...   a "rainbow" effect,#as my great-grandmother recounted... in the local park? streaks... of autumnal trees in their full bloom decay,       and the furthest green in summer... a strange time... why wouldn't my mother have more children? i guess, in fear of breeding a ****** pro-life, what?! you raise them! see how they turn out when you're dead! god's "grace"...                you ever curate the fate of your grandmother? well then!                  now you know! nature is ruthless! man attempting to overcome it?!                         you know what nature does? i know what nature does...   steam-roller and... somehow the most vocal speakers are those daring to question the feathers of a macaw parrot... substituting it with fashion trends... mort in concencus,..    vive in conscissio...          i might have been born with a sibling...   but i wasn't... the Scandinavian countries learned of it, from under, beneath the iron curtain... and who can actually blame Gorbachev? when the U.S.S.R. was made dissolute?       and no war took the  zeitgeist garments of a pope's approval? no cardinal red, with Attila's river...       who is to blame, the scolded transition period of peace? no one unless my grandfather can understand the peaceful transition of the disintegrated U.S.S.R., into a Russian Fed.?                no one?                    but the women of Poland and the Ukraine? still had to drink iodine...                   and i am... i am...                            i am...   i will always be... the long lost cousin of the Chernobyl geblüt; there is not concept of a butterfly effect... when it comes to the query of an, atomic reactor!
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the year opened on two kinds of olympics: Sochi and selfie. we spent months looking for one missing plane 276 missing girls, and 43 missing students. from Ukraine to Mexico, Palestine to Venezuela, to Ferguson, the front of the battle lines were crammed full. their stories captivated us, their movements motivated us. we snapchatted, we vined and instagrammed, we remembered their names. Malala Yousafzai to Mike Brown. Eric Garner to Ebola. we made some friends and some enemies. and I think, when I look back, years from now, at the year 2014, the first thing to come to mind will be, "I was there."
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Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 10:00 PM UTC
controlledweirdness
2014
the year opened on two kinds of olympics: Sochi and selfie. we spent months looking for one missing plane 276 missing girls, and 43 missing students. from Ukraine to Mexico, Palestine to Venezuela, to Ferguson, the front of the battle lines were crammed full. their stories captivated us, their movements motivated us. we snapchatted, we vined and instagrammed, we remembered their names. Malala Yousafzai to Mike Brown. Eric Garner to Ebola. we made some friends and some enemies. and I think, when I look back, years from now, at the year 2014, the first thing to come to mind will be, "I was there."
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You're going to die But there's a list of the 30 best cat selfies on buzzfeed Something is going on in Ukraine, or is it Venezuela? But it's ok... Sherlock is back on And you haven't finished Game of Thrones yet God is a twisted sadist if he exists at all But you have some notifications on Facebook Don't think, Just pick up the phone and play Flappy Bird Let the feelies get to those thoughts that creep in The revolution wasn't televised It was tweeted And its auto-tune remix went viral the next day
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Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 7:06 PM UTC
scott-t
Untitled
You're going to die But there's a list of the 30 best cat selfies on buzzfeed Something is going on in Ukraine, or is it Venezuela? But it's ok... Sherlock is back on And you haven't finished Game of Thrones yet God is a twisted sadist if he exists at all But you have some notifications on Facebook Don't think, Just pick up the phone and play Flappy Bird Let the feelies get to those thoughts that creep in The revolution wasn't televised It was tweeted And its auto-tune remix went viral the next day
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Yo,Mr Putin (from da ganja-boys) Yo, Mr Putin, I'm sending you a present. It's just a bunch o'herbs, to smoke; they'll make yer less unpleasant. Smoke 'em in de evening, to really chill yo brain. They'll blow away the nasty thoughts, you have about Ukraine. I'm sure you're gonna like 'em, it's the Rasta, in yo blood; we may be cousins, way back. You should join us, in the 'hood! You can't deny it Vladimir, there's really no disputin'; your ancestors are same as mine -we've all heard of Ras-Putin. Briz 8/4/14
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Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 5:04 AM UTC
briz
Yo, Mr Putin
Yo,Mr Putin (from da ganja-boys) Yo, Mr Putin, I'm sending you a present. It's just a bunch o'herbs, to smoke; they'll make yer less unpleasant. Smoke 'em in de evening, to really chill yo brain. They'll blow away the nasty thoughts, you have about Ukraine. I'm sure you're gonna like 'em, it's the Rasta, in yo blood; we may be cousins, way back. You should join us, in the 'hood! You can't deny it Vladimir, there's really no disputin'; your ancestors are same as mine -we've all heard of Ras-Putin. Briz 8/4/14
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Deception feeds on ignorance in every lane, Missiles are wrong symphonies in Ukraine. The world won't rise with the cries of a thousand, Corruption sneaks into the bones in Thailand. Humans and bodies are wars' cheapest lance, The riots take back stolen rights in France. Starvation is stronger than the dignity of men, Begging for food is integrity, in Yemen. Moms paid, with their children, the fees. Souls taken, are countless in greece. There, living in an empty land is the plan, Women, children and men, murdered, for power, in Sudan. "Spending eternity in peace, is a ban", Told the people, between Armenia and Azerbaijan. Depravity spreading in man like Ameba, A losing game of change played in Cuba. Billions of harassment cases, you bet, Are, will be reserved in god's eyes in Egypt. Buried her father, brother and, desire of existence, dear Haya, She, and millions another, in fenced Libya. In the name of religion, crimes covered, disgracefully, Chastity thrown, in land of churches, the Vatican City. Shattered wood under a phloem, Are the confused inhabitants of oriental Jerusalem. Too many sects, invading the minds, anon, Conflicts will split the one entity of Lebanon. Washing souls with lies of worship, is a key Says the elected president of Turkey. To be served, pure blood awaits in the line. It rains glory and sacrifice upon Palestine. To regain true reality, they had to wham, Under snow, through fog, numbed rain, in Vietnam. Lost a thousands of years worth of legacy, Guns are the rulers in Damascus city.
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Jun 29, 2019
Jun 29, 2019 at 6:07 PM UTC
EslamDabank
Countries and Loafs
Deception feeds on ignorance in every lane, Missiles are wrong symphonies in Ukraine. The world won't rise with the cries of a thousand, Corruption sneaks into the bones in Thailand. Humans and bodies are wars' cheapest lance, The riots take back stolen rights in France. Starvation is stronger than the dignity of men, Begging for food is integrity, in Yemen. Moms paid, with their children, the fees. Souls taken, are countless in greece. There, living in an empty land is the plan, Women, children and men, murdered, for power, in Sudan. "Spending eternity in peace, is a ban", Told the people, between Armenia and Azerbaijan. Depravity spreading in man like Ameba, A losing game of change played in Cuba. Billions of harassment cases, you bet, Are, will be reserved in god's eyes in Egypt. Buried her father, brother and, desire of existence, dear Haya, She, and millions another, in fenced Libya. In the name of religion, crimes covered, disgracefully, Chastity thrown, in land of churches, the Vatican City. Shattered wood under a phloem, Are the confused inhabitants of oriental Jerusalem. Too many sects, invading the minds, anon, Conflicts will split the one entity of Lebanon. Washing souls with lies of worship, is a key Says the elected president of Turkey. To be served, pure blood awaits in the line. It rains glory and sacrifice upon Palestine. To regain true reality, they had to wham, Under snow, through fog, numbed rain, in Vietnam. Lost a thousands of years worth of legacy, Guns are the rulers in Damascus city.
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"The global bull market has continued its seemingly relentless advance, unchanged by geopolitical concerns…….." • The Israeli-Hamas conflict now blazing in Gaza, Palestine, two military forces locked in a deadly struggle to the end, killing and maiming thousands of ordinary citizens. • Malaysia Airlines flight 17 blasted out of a clear blue Ukraine sky by the Bus surface to air missile              unleashed by the Pro-Russian Separatists killing 298 unsuspecting, innocent, international travellers.              Culpability denied by all. • Anwar Al Awlaki, the American born Cleric, directing clandestine terror attacks and assassination by Al Qaeda beyond the Middle east into Asia and Europe. • Deposed President, Mohammed Morsi’s Muslim Brotherhood, responsible for terrorist activities including multiple car bombings throughout Egypt. • President Bashar Assad of the Alawite minority, an offshoot of Syria’s Shiite religion, waging religious genocide against his own nations people              and now in open conflict with the Muslim uprising Sunni forces of the new Isis Caliphate. • The beheadings, slaughter and terror unleashed by the Sunni, Isis Caliphate uprising rampaging through Iraq. • Russia’s sudden invasion and forceful annexation of the Crimea. • Russia’s brutal pressure on the sovereignty of the Ukraine through its clandestine weaponry supply and sponsorship of the Pro-Russian Separatist Forces occupying the nations East. The Middle East is now…an Apocalypse. This epoch of cruel waste Where man kills man For God and gold, For power’s lust. Where the Sword of Calamity Wields destruction and death On those who can least afford it By they who should never impose it. **In the face of all this …..an unbelievable prioritization with this headline quote from today’s NZ Herald…. “There are financial risks to be endlessly jumping at shadows…to overreact to market noise!"** UNBELIEVABLE!!!! M. Auckland, NEW ZEALAND 31 July 2014
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Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 4:59 PM UTC
marshal-gebbie
Perspectives of Priority
"The global bull market has continued its seemingly relentless advance, unchanged by geopolitical concerns…….." • The Israeli-Hamas conflict now blazing in Gaza, Palestine, two military forces locked in a deadly struggle to the end, killing and maiming thousands of ordinary citizens. • Malaysia Airlines flight 17 blasted out of a clear blue Ukraine sky by the Bus surface to air missile              unleashed by the Pro-Russian Separatists killing 298 unsuspecting, innocent, international travellers.              Culpability denied by all. • Anwar Al Awlaki, the American born Cleric, directing clandestine terror attacks and assassination by Al Qaeda beyond the Middle east into Asia and Europe. • Deposed President, Mohammed Morsi’s Muslim Brotherhood, responsible for terrorist activities including multiple car bombings throughout Egypt. • President Bashar Assad of the Alawite minority, an offshoot of Syria’s Shiite religion, waging religious genocide against his own nations people              and now in open conflict with the Muslim uprising Sunni forces of the new Isis Caliphate. • The beheadings, slaughter and terror unleashed by the Sunni, Isis Caliphate uprising rampaging through Iraq. • Russia’s sudden invasion and forceful annexation of the Crimea. • Russia’s brutal pressure on the sovereignty of the Ukraine through its clandestine weaponry supply and sponsorship of the Pro-Russian Separatist Forces occupying the nations East. The Middle East is now…an Apocalypse. This epoch of cruel waste Where man kills man For God and gold, For power’s lust. Where the Sword of Calamity Wields destruction and death On those who can least afford it By they who should never impose it. **In the face of all this …..an unbelievable prioritization with this headline quote from today’s NZ Herald…. “There are financial risks to be endlessly jumping at shadows…to overreact to market noise!"** UNBELIEVABLE!!!! M. Auckland, NEW ZEALAND 31 July 2014
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In Silence The English ex SAS Special Forces member went to the Ukraine to fight. He travelled light and took just a small back pack and a head full of skills. A gun was a gun and a bayonet a bayonet. He was trained to use most things as weapon especially military articles. He decided to go to the Ukraine after the Russians invaded proper in early 2022. The Ukrainian Army took him to a holding facility where they vetted him. This took three days. Included was basic close combat skills and weapons use. He excelled and was given a job, being sent to a forward artillery position with a dozen other foreign troops to protect it. The SAS man was in charge and most men and the single girl spoke English. All understood military commands and signals. All were veterans from either conscript or professional armies. Each was here for their own reasons and all disliked either what Russia had done or Russians themselves. The English SAS member had killed several Muslim terrorists from Daesh and al Qaeda in Iraq and Afghanistan. Now he looked forward to fighting and killing some Russians, officers if possible. After being in the Ukraine six days he was on the front line leading his first patrol. This was better than being a bouncer in a Manchester night club! The SAS guy ordered his men to only use bayonets as they silently crept to a Russian fox hole a mile away. He wanted blood and the rush of combat, of killing. There was the trench and a single sentry, asleep. He would knife him himself. Then his squad would ****** the rest and take back any weapons, maps or documents. He spoke four languages including Russian. Any Intel was good for his bosses though. Here we go! There’s the sleeping sentry. Gently now, he must die in silence…
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Mar 20, 2022
Mar 20, 2022 at 5:33 PM UTC
nickarmbrister
In Silence
In Silence The English ex SAS Special Forces member went to the Ukraine to fight. He travelled light and took just a small back pack and a head full of skills. A gun was a gun and a bayonet a bayonet. He was trained to use most things as weapon especially military articles. He decided to go to the Ukraine after the Russians invaded proper in early 2022. The Ukrainian Army took him to a holding facility where they vetted him. This took three days. Included was basic close combat skills and weapons use. He excelled and was given a job, being sent to a forward artillery position with a dozen other foreign troops to protect it. The SAS man was in charge and most men and the single girl spoke English. All understood military commands and signals. All were veterans from either conscript or professional armies. Each was here for their own reasons and all disliked either what Russia had done or Russians themselves. The English SAS member had killed several Muslim terrorists from Daesh and al Qaeda in Iraq and Afghanistan. Now he looked forward to fighting and killing some Russians, officers if possible. After being in the Ukraine six days he was on the front line leading his first patrol. This was better than being a bouncer in a Manchester night club! The SAS guy ordered his men to only use bayonets as they silently crept to a Russian fox hole a mile away. He wanted blood and the rush of combat, of killing. There was the trench and a single sentry, asleep. He would knife him himself. Then his squad would ****** the rest and take back any weapons, maps or documents. He spoke four languages including Russian. Any Intel was good for his bosses though. Here we go! There’s the sleeping sentry. Gently now, he must die in silence…
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My plan is to graduate, go to college in some state To take my friend to Canada before it's too late I want to be a teacher or a councillor, something nice I want to travel around the world, no matter the price To go see China and learn the language and their ways To go to Africa and watch how they live for days I want to travel to India and visit some friends I want to spend my life in Italy and hope it never ends Germany, France, Mexico, Spain Romania, Greece, Iraq, Ukraine I really need to go to "the land of the green" Meet up with friends and do everything in between I know that I won't travel that far or do all of those things But I have to be honest, it's a wonderful dream
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Aug 31, 2015
Aug 31, 2015 at 9:16 PM UTC
deadhope
travel
My plan is to graduate, go to college in some state To take my friend to Canada before it's too late I want to be a teacher or a councillor, something nice I want to travel around the world, no matter the price To go see China and learn the language and their ways To go to Africa and watch how they live for days I want to travel to India and visit some friends I want to spend my life in Italy and hope it never ends Germany, France, Mexico, Spain Romania, Greece, Iraq, Ukraine I really need to go to "the land of the green" Meet up with friends and do everything in between I know that I won't travel that far or do all of those things But I have to be honest, it's a wonderful dream
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Lining up batteries of anti-aircraft anti-everything all anti- something this and that distribution centre for psychological pressure backed by radio, TV presidents staring straight newspapers, journals and dialogues around flash round tables on the whys how’s and who’s sneaky microphone hidden in flower pots, long distance listening devices. Telephones tapped wives tapped, senior diplomats and doormats tapped wives tapped on shoulders whispered to: watch out for Joe blogs he has a roving eye. see me tonight, after dinner. The russians have warship A into Zone B the chinese have shifted anti-missile up the mountains near tibet, near nepal near taiwan, near  the hormuz straits into africa, zimbabwe, fiji, and northern china who cares. Tomorrow they will shift out again. the pressure is building in the ukraine, turkey is on fire The north koreans have no power as seen from satelllites The president has run of tomato sauce so he has asked for a shipload from us of a ship it with some spies dressed as tomatoes god its killing me these acupuncture points three more needles please! Author Notes Relentless. ( an wacky I s'pose). Think about it all. © Marshall Gass. All rights reserved.
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Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 4:20 PM UTC
marshall-gass
Power Posture
Lining up batteries of anti-aircraft anti-everything all anti- something this and that distribution centre for psychological pressure backed by radio, TV presidents staring straight newspapers, journals and dialogues around flash round tables on the whys how’s and who’s sneaky microphone hidden in flower pots, long distance listening devices. Telephones tapped wives tapped, senior diplomats and doormats tapped wives tapped on shoulders whispered to: watch out for Joe blogs he has a roving eye. see me tonight, after dinner. The russians have warship A into Zone B the chinese have shifted anti-missile up the mountains near tibet, near nepal near taiwan, near  the hormuz straits into africa, zimbabwe, fiji, and northern china who cares. Tomorrow they will shift out again. the pressure is building in the ukraine, turkey is on fire The north koreans have no power as seen from satelllites The president has run of tomato sauce so he has asked for a shipload from us of a ship it with some spies dressed as tomatoes god its killing me these acupuncture points three more needles please! Author Notes Relentless. ( an wacky I s'pose). Think about it all. © Marshall Gass. All rights reserved.
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Dear Russians, would you mind not taking Crimea? This is not the Cold War nor the time of Imperialism, so I suggest that you go back and think empathetically about the Ukrainians pushing to be part of the European Union. You must try to walk a mile in their shoes, understand? There is no more Soviet Union or the Iron Curtain, so you really shouldn't be meddling in Ukraine's affairs. Let the revolutions play out and what will be, will be. Sincerely, Wistful Wanderer
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Mar 28, 2014
Mar 28, 2014 at 2:44 PM UTC
wistful-wanderer
A Poem Letter to Russia
Dear Russians, would you mind not taking Crimea? This is not the Cold War nor the time of Imperialism, so I suggest that you go back and think empathetically about the Ukrainians pushing to be part of the European Union. You must try to walk a mile in their shoes, understand? There is no more Soviet Union or the Iron Curtain, so you really shouldn't be meddling in Ukraine's affairs. Let the revolutions play out and what will be, will be. Sincerely, Wistful Wanderer
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In the beginning was the Word… And only then was the world. Out of chaos and the darkness, Out of nowhere and the blackness… Something more than a miracle happened Filled with warmth and light that sparkled. The world got name and became alive! All around began to thrive. Not in gratitude, not out of a sense of duty It believed in truly saints and only beauty. Eyes opened and stood in delight It could invite, excite but not to affright. In the beginning was the Word… And that word was God. Earth and sky, the stars and oceans, Without emotions but with devotions. Rains and snows, beauty forebodes And even the dust of not traversed roads. It would be ridiculous and naive To dream about the dawns, be a sensitive. To be the hands on the starry clock, To make on the land a beautiful woodblock. As all that had already been put wise. And in time the Sun could arise. In the beginning was the Word… And that word was Peace Everything could freely breathe. If you remove it, the chaos will again start, The universal fear and black exhaustion, The indifference and world of combustion. The worm of doubts shouldn’t gnaw the heart! The rest is later and the second will be smart. For some it is unusual and one can’t agree But as to me in different way it could not be. You have to hear Him to be reborn again. His Word is saint and everything explain. In the beginning was the Word… And that word was Love. The beginning of all beginnings and all the springs, The beginning of all the most beautiful things. The beginning of all the sources and a new start. You have to hear it and know as it is Gods art. In the beginning was the Word… ©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine) The 25th of January, 2013
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Jan 31, 2013
Jan 31, 2013 at 4:35 PM UTC
larisa-rzhepishevska
In the beginning was the Word...
In the beginning was the Word… And only then was the world. Out of chaos and the darkness, Out of nowhere and the blackness… Something more than a miracle happened Filled with warmth and light that sparkled. The world got name and became alive! All around began to thrive. Not in gratitude, not out of a sense of duty It believed in truly saints and only beauty. Eyes opened and stood in delight It could invite, excite but not to affright. In the beginning was the Word… And that word was God. Earth and sky, the stars and oceans, Without emotions but with devotions. Rains and snows, beauty forebodes And even the dust of not traversed roads. It would be ridiculous and naive To dream about the dawns, be a sensitive. To be the hands on the starry clock, To make on the land a beautiful woodblock. As all that had already been put wise. And in time the Sun could arise. In the beginning was the Word… And that word was Peace Everything could freely breathe. If you remove it, the chaos will again start, The universal fear and black exhaustion, The indifference and world of combustion. The worm of doubts shouldn’t gnaw the heart! The rest is later and the second will be smart. For some it is unusual and one can’t agree But as to me in different way it could not be. You have to hear Him to be reborn again. His Word is saint and everything explain. In the beginning was the Word… And that word was Love. The beginning of all beginnings and all the springs, The beginning of all the most beautiful things. The beginning of all the sources and a new start. You have to hear it and know as it is Gods art. In the beginning was the Word… ©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine) The 25th of January, 2013
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give me five minutes i said and the glass, notempty, stared back    americans at the bar    refused to be quiet as the poem forced itself through the belgian air brussels they said is where it all comes together - the barmaid, watching me silently, agrees        difficult not to see that 0-0 result as a judgment, a prediction an omen no score? i'd hoped for more
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Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 8:43 AM UTC
john-carter
On watching a scoreless draw between Ukraine and England while sitting in the bar in the Brussels Hilton, chatting with a beautiful Ukrainian lady who likes e.e. cummings
give me five minutes i said and the glass, notempty, stared back    americans at the bar    refused to be quiet as the poem forced itself through the belgian air brussels they said is where it all comes together - the barmaid, watching me silently, agrees        difficult not to see that 0-0 result as a judgment, a prediction an omen no score? i'd hoped for more
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Russia? will Russia spare? will Russia spare some peace? will Russia spare Ukraine some peace? sorry: they are at the feast of making Russia important and strong, and, as some Ukrainians were wrong, as some Ukrainians were bad wanting to be free with the West, Russia did its best to take the Crimea to protect their "toungue", and, as it appeared it was great fun for Russians living there, even if it wasn't fair! and Russians opened a war against Ukraine, as Russia's government was in pain, that Europe would accept Ukraine, that, be it snow or rain, Ukrainians were sane, so Russia got the mean aim to ruin Ukraine as Ukrainians wanted their language and independence, and Russia was counting onto the dependence to have the slaves in Ukraine, thus, killing the soldiers, Russia wanted to tame Ukraine putting it in ruins and flames to get the fame of the framer, while the West was talking and shaking hands with the accompaniment of the bands. Ivan Petryshyn
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Dec 4, 2016
Dec 4, 2016 at 12:03 AM UTC
ivan-petryshyn
will Russia spare Ukraine some peace?
Russia? will Russia spare? will Russia spare some peace? will Russia spare Ukraine some peace? sorry: they are at the feast of making Russia important and strong, and, as some Ukrainians were wrong, as some Ukrainians were bad wanting to be free with the West, Russia did its best to take the Crimea to protect their "toungue", and, as it appeared it was great fun for Russians living there, even if it wasn't fair! and Russians opened a war against Ukraine, as Russia's government was in pain, that Europe would accept Ukraine, that, be it snow or rain, Ukrainians were sane, so Russia got the mean aim to ruin Ukraine as Ukrainians wanted their language and independence, and Russia was counting onto the dependence to have the slaves in Ukraine, thus, killing the soldiers, Russia wanted to tame Ukraine putting it in ruins and flames to get the fame of the framer, while the West was talking and shaking hands with the accompaniment of the bands. Ivan Petryshyn
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Next! Hi my names Janet I want to save the planet I like little dogs and lots of Next! I am Glen meet you is good yes I am from the Ukraine I once made a windmill out of matchsticks I can skin a rabbit if you like stew! Next! I'm Pippa I ride horses I have powerful thighs Do you like horses, do you ride? I could ride with you next! Hello I'm Lorraine back here again Last time I met a musician It was ok at first till he blew on my ******* Next! I'm Joy I like uniforms and outdoors I quite like uniforms indoors Do you have a uniform? Next! My name is Joanne I read all I can I  just finished 50 shades of Grey It's changed my life, you look nice Do you wear ties all the time Next! Hi I'm Tracey do you like films I love films My ex used to film me, would you like to see I have it on my phone, I'm the one in the mask! Next! My names John the girlies are gone Sorry none  wanted you this time We meet next week for another 20 quid You might get lucky then!
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Mar 11, 2013
Mar 11, 2013 at 8:58 PM UTC
MichealWolf
Speed dating!
Next! Hi my names Janet I want to save the planet I like little dogs and lots of Next! I am Glen meet you is good yes I am from the Ukraine I once made a windmill out of matchsticks I can skin a rabbit if you like stew! Next! I'm Pippa I ride horses I have powerful thighs Do you like horses, do you ride? I could ride with you next! Hello I'm Lorraine back here again Last time I met a musician It was ok at first till he blew on my ******* Next! I'm Joy I like uniforms and outdoors I quite like uniforms indoors Do you have a uniform? Next! My name is Joanne I read all I can I  just finished 50 shades of Grey It's changed my life, you look nice Do you wear ties all the time Next! Hi I'm Tracey do you like films I love films My ex used to film me, would you like to see I have it on my phone, I'm the one in the mask! Next! My names John the girlies are gone Sorry none  wanted you this time We meet next week for another 20 quid You might get lucky then!
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oh **** off... migrant crisis my *** what with Ukraine happening? East European... how about western women? Manchester mothers? no?   oh well....               watch my face... do i ******* look like i, might, care?! no... no?! well...        thank you... because?                       i don't! i'm thinking: let them **** your harlots... you managed to call my ethnicity, vermin.... RATS....                whatever ally you had... gone... next time you ask, ask a Pakistani to deal with your women... i'll be most obliged... to tell you:                **** OFF! no... you told me once, you do not assert the stature of telling me twice...                  i don't care whether it is or whether it isn't your island... you violated, or at least your citizen, the rules of p4rivate property... no... nein nein nein!          for once i'll turn the volume to a Reading Park volume: **** you!   and your ambitions of a mastering of the races... claiming quasi Boar fixture; ******* capitalists...       with their made in china of what used to be the manufacturing jobs... arbeit macht frei...                            arbeit macht frei...               arbeit ist frei... mein, mein, herr...                                  made in china.. my *** my *** was made in china... your argument for liberty?    hardly comprised in Monaco. yes, those Eastern European women...    pretty much as those ***** whip Western European men... the sort of men: shy of death...               one you almost wish to **** with a bludgeon that might leave fingerprints;                   lesson no. 1... you come after Eastern European women... lesson no. 2: there are no Western European "men" to come after...    sure... *******      little men...                something between petting an in between petting a panda and a koala; totally castrato, just the way Western Women like their men to be... obedient...                        pussy-whipped... leashed. mind you... what are the thoughts of an Eastern European man concerning Western women? and, why, would, i, heaven, and, hell, on, earth, ever, want, to, **** this, exercise, in, making, equivalent, raising, a, ******* brat?! i don't want these women, no more than the women want me... apparently Pakistanis are in higher demand.
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Sep 15, 2018
Sep 15, 2018 at 8:40 PM UTC
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oh **** off... migrant crisis my *** what with Ukraine happening? East European... how about western women? Manchester mothers? no?   oh well....               watch my face... do i ******* look like i, might, care?! no... no?! well...        thank you... because?                       i don't! i'm thinking: let them **** your harlots... you managed to call my ethnicity, vermin.... RATS....                whatever ally you had... gone... next time you ask, ask a Pakistani to deal with your women... i'll be most obliged... to tell you:                **** OFF! no... you told me once, you do not assert the stature of telling me twice...                  i don't care whether it is or whether it isn't your island... you violated, or at least your citizen, the rules of p4rivate property... no... nein nein nein!          for once i'll turn the volume to a Reading Park volume: **** you!   and your ambitions of a mastering of the races... claiming quasi Boar fixture; ******* capitalists...       with their made in china of what used to be the manufacturing jobs... arbeit macht frei...                            arbeit macht frei...               arbeit ist frei... mein, mein, herr...                                  made in china.. my *** my *** was made in china... your argument for liberty?    hardly comprised in Monaco. yes, those Eastern European women...    pretty much as those ***** whip Western European men... the sort of men: shy of death...               one you almost wish to **** with a bludgeon that might leave fingerprints;                   lesson no. 1... you come after Eastern European women... lesson no. 2: there are no Western European "men" to come after...    sure... *******      little men...                something between petting an in between petting a panda and a koala; totally castrato, just the way Western Women like their men to be... obedient...                        pussy-whipped... leashed. mind you... what are the thoughts of an Eastern European man concerning Western women? and, why, would, i, heaven, and, hell, on, earth, ever, want, to, **** this, exercise, in, making, equivalent, raising, a, ******* brat?! i don't want these women, no more than the women want me... apparently Pakistanis are in higher demand.
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