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"vatican" poems

Off that landspit of stony mouth-plugs, Eyes rolled by white sticks, Ears cupping the sea's incoherences, You house your unnerving head -- God-ball, Lens of mercies, Your stooges Plying their wild cells in my keel's shadow, Pushing by like hearts, Red stigmata at the very center, Riding the rip tide to the nearest point of departure, Dragging their Jesus hair. Did I escape, I wonder? My mind winds to you Old barnacled umbilicus, Atlantic cable, Keeping itself, it seems, in a state of miraculous repair. In any case, you are always there, Tremulous breath at the end of my line, Curve of water upleaping To my water rod, dazzling and grateful, Touching and ******* I didn't call you. I didn't call you at all. Nevertheless, nevertheless You steamed to me over the sea, Fat and red, a placenta Paralyzing the kicking lovers. Cobra light Squeezing the breath from the blood bells Of the fuchsia. I could draw no breath, Dead and moneyless, Overexposed, like an X-ray. Who do you think you are? A Communion wafer? Blubbery Mary? I shall take no bite of your body, Bottle in which I live, Ghastly Vatican. I am sick to death of hot salt. Green as eunuchs, your wishes Hiss at my sins. Off, off, eely tentacle! There is nothing between us.

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Off that landspit of stony mouth-plugs, Eyes rolled by white sticks, Ears cupping the sea's incoherences, You house your unnerving head -- God-ball, Lens of mercies, Your stooges Plying their wild cells in my keel's shadow, Pushing by like hearts, Red stigmata at the very center, Riding the rip tide to the nearest point of departure, Dragging their Jesus hair. Did I escape, I wonder? My mind winds to you Old barnacled umbilicus, Atlantic cable, Keeping itself, it seems, in a state of miraculous repair. In any case, you are always there, Tremulous breath at the end of my line, Curve of water upleaping To my water rod, dazzling and grateful, Touching and ******* I didn't call you. I didn't call you at all. Nevertheless, nevertheless You steamed to me over the sea, Fat and red, a placenta Paralyzing the kicking lovers. Cobra light Squeezing the breath from the blood bells Of the fuchsia. I could draw no breath, Dead and moneyless, Overexposed, like an X-ray. Who do you think you are? A Communion wafer? Blubbery Mary? I shall take no bite of your body, Bottle in which I live, Ghastly Vatican. I am sick to death of hot salt. Green as eunuchs, your wishes Hiss at my sins. Off, off, eely tentacle! There is nothing between us.

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I have been in the moon In search of love all noon Searched through deserts Even through garden of Eden. I have Searched beneath the sea Travelled wide even to overseas Still could not find love. I went to Vatican Even to Mecca Driven through the romantic sites of Paris Bath in the Brazilian beaches Flown across the Atlantic Pitched my tenth for few days on the Antarctic Spend some more on the arctic Still I saw no love. All I saw was lust Angels with broken hearts, Rotten roses, Withered lilies, Death faiths and monsters on beautiful faces. I saw bullets in church offering boxes Just wedded on number plates of ambulances. I saw wars in diversity Pain and mourning crowding all cities The devil celebrating the dead of peace. I saw three wise men Where went love, I asked them They said love has been nailed on the cross Buried with trust They are heading to Galilee To await his return. I followed with dreams I met many returning with smiles of frustration From where I was going with pregnancy of expectations. We arrived to the scene Like a nightmare, I witnessed higher sins I saw men taking pleasures with men Some with animals, some women with women. Gun everybody walking sticks People feeding on people flesh With human blood the thirsting ones quench their thirst. Is this where love is expected to return? The wise men retorted, Yes, the saints have been raptured And his seven years reign has just began. Then in a flash, I remembered that I have been taught Taught about this dreadful end I had also taught kids Under trees at nights Just to threaten them to live right. What I thought was a mare threat or a fallacy Has been awaken against my fate in reality. Oh! We are among the leftovers Left to reprove ourselves or be doomed forever.

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Jan 11, 2014

Jan 11, 2014 at 12:49 PM UTC

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I have been in the moon In search of love all noon Searched through deserts Even through garden of Eden. I have Searched beneath the sea Travelled wide even to overseas Still could not find love. I went to Vatican Even to Mecca Driven through the romantic sites of Paris Bath in the Brazilian beaches Flown across the Atlantic Pitched my tenth for few days on the Antarctic Spend some more on the arctic Still I saw no love. All I saw was lust Angels with broken hearts, Rotten roses, Withered lilies, Death faiths and monsters on beautiful faces. I saw bullets in church offering boxes Just wedded on number plates of ambulances. I saw wars in diversity Pain and mourning crowding all cities The devil celebrating the dead of peace. I saw three wise men Where went love, I asked them They said love has been nailed on the cross Buried with trust They are heading to Galilee To await his return. I followed with dreams I met many returning with smiles of frustration From where I was going with pregnancy of expectations. We arrived to the scene Like a nightmare, I witnessed higher sins I saw men taking pleasures with men Some with animals, some women with women. Gun everybody walking sticks People feeding on people flesh With human blood the thirsting ones quench their thirst. Is this where love is expected to return? The wise men retorted, Yes, the saints have been raptured And his seven years reign has just began. Then in a flash, I remembered that I have been taught Taught about this dreadful end I had also taught kids Under trees at nights Just to threaten them to live right. What I thought was a mare threat or a fallacy Has been awaken against my fate in reality. Oh! We are among the leftovers Left to reprove ourselves or be doomed forever.

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Magnesium strip brighter than a diamond Sierra Leon blood Stings like an eye-pin, lobotomy, JFK's sister, but this is not democracy, Vatican city, oppression and atrocity Iran, What a theocracy, Brainwash religion, for the jihad, and crusades, Rawanda Armenian, genocides, aids, killing a minority, might gives authority, but the greatest tragedy, is the world wide apathy.

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Aug 7, 2013

Aug 7, 2013 at 4:05 PM UTC

Magnesium strip brighter than a diamond Sierra Leon blood Stings like an eye-pin, lobotomy, JFK's sister, but this is not democracy, Vatican city, oppression and atrocity Iran, What a theocracy, Brainwash religion, for the jihad, and crusades, Rawanda Armenian, genocides, aids, killing a minority, might gives authority, but the greatest tragedy, is the world wide apathy.

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sure, first we had the schism of the church & state... "oddly" enough... we now live in the 2nd tier of schism - the segregation of state & media... no? really? we're not?! i'm kind of enjoying this ongoing schismatics - the segregation of church from state, at least left us with the Vatican (i.e. the church-state) - but this, current... segregation of state from the media? **** me cram my testicles into a monkey-wrench and subsequently watch me laugh... and there i was thinking, that psychiatrists, were the new priests of the secular age... prescribing the alt. to the metaphor of cannibalism in the form of big pharmacological pills, to replace the wafer for bread, or the watered down wine / grape juice of the... so how does that party trick goes? is that the wine turned into blood? symbolically: turned water into wine: flag-wise... white, cardinal... and then burgundy of cardinal red teasing the bishopric coloring of purple? i'm not here to undermine the faith... i'm here for the self-deprecating humo(u)r... you don't even require atheism to get a laugh out of the conundrum - you, simply need... the deviation from the catholic rites... an apostasy - but sure as **** it's there... secularism has allowed journalism a monastic status... first came the schism of church from state - which remained intact in the church-state of the Vatican... so... FAIL... secondly had to come the schism of the state from the media... i'm watching a schism take place... apparently... the comparative concern of church's divorce from the state was easy, having imploded into the Vatican... but the divorce of the media from the state? apparently... not so easy... the media is already locking-down on obstructing the schism - arguing from an entertainment perspective... a century or so later, and still, the persistent, media symbolism - of crafting caricatures of a state... as the state embodied in nothing more than subordination to its will... media is the new church... and if the separation of the state from the church took so long... how much time, do you "think", it will it take, for the state to segregate itself, from the media baronage? i suspect - as much time as it took to segregate itself from the church's cardinal-lineage.

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Aug 3, 2018

Aug 3, 2018 at 11:34 PM UTC

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sure, first we had the schism of the church & state... "oddly" enough... we now live in the 2nd tier of schism - the segregation of state & media... no? really? we're not?! i'm kind of enjoying this ongoing schismatics - the segregation of church from state, at least left us with the Vatican (i.e. the church-state) - but this, current... segregation of state from the media? **** me cram my testicles into a monkey-wrench and subsequently watch me laugh... and there i was thinking, that psychiatrists, were the new priests of the secular age... prescribing the alt. to the metaphor of cannibalism in the form of big pharmacological pills, to replace the wafer for bread, or the watered down wine / grape juice of the... so how does that party trick goes? is that the wine turned into blood? symbolically: turned water into wine: flag-wise... white, cardinal... and then burgundy of cardinal red teasing the bishopric coloring of purple? i'm not here to undermine the faith... i'm here for the self-deprecating humo(u)r... you don't even require atheism to get a laugh out of the conundrum - you, simply need... the deviation from the catholic rites... an apostasy - but sure as **** it's there... secularism has allowed journalism a monastic status... first came the schism of church from state - which remained intact in the church-state of the Vatican... so... FAIL... secondly had to come the schism of the state from the media... i'm watching a schism take place... apparently... the comparative concern of church's divorce from the state was easy, having imploded into the Vatican... but the divorce of the media from the state? apparently... not so easy... the media is already locking-down on obstructing the schism - arguing from an entertainment perspective... a century or so later, and still, the persistent, media symbolism - of crafting caricatures of a state... as the state embodied in nothing more than subordination to its will... media is the new church... and if the separation of the state from the church took so long... how much time, do you "think", it will it take, for the state to segregate itself, from the media baronage? i suspect - as much time as it took to segregate itself from the church's cardinal-lineage.

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I want to live in Europe. I want to run in the Bavarian Forest. I want to be left in the English rain. I want to feel the Russian Frost. I want to skate in the Alps. I want to feel the French Luxury. I want to taste the Belgian Chocolates. I want to sleep in the European Palaces. I want to feel the Papacy Monastic. I want to feel the taste of French Cheese and Scottish Whiskey. I want to hear the Italian Piano. I want to read English Poetry. I want to hear the Spanish legends and don't forget the olive there ! I want to feel the magnificence of the Parisian Events. I want to swim in the Danube River. I want to be inspired by the fascinating paintings. I want to be amazed by the beauty of the churches there. I want to read about the greatness of the European History from there. I want to search in The Vatican Stores and Warehouses for answers I was looking for. I want to dream about reading the books that have been hidden in the Invisible Palace of Books in Berlin. I want to walk among the shelves of The National Library in London. I want to go shopping in the streets of Paris and Milan. I just want to be European, I want to live in Europe. - Shilo

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Aug 4, 2014

Aug 4, 2014 at 11:50 AM UTC

I want to live in Europe.

I want to live in Europe. I want to run in the Bavarian Forest. I want to be left in the English rain. I want to feel the Russian Frost. I want to skate in the Alps. I want to feel the French Luxury. I want to taste the Belgian Chocolates. I want to sleep in the European Palaces. I want to feel the Papacy Monastic. I want to feel the taste of French Cheese and Scottish Whiskey. I want to hear the Italian Piano. I want to read English Poetry. I want to hear the Spanish legends and don't forget the olive there ! I want to feel the magnificence of the Parisian Events. I want to swim in the Danube River. I want to be inspired by the fascinating paintings. I want to be amazed by the beauty of the churches there. I want to read about the greatness of the European History from there. I want to search in The Vatican Stores and Warehouses for answers I was looking for. I want to dream about reading the books that have been hidden in the Invisible Palace of Books in Berlin. I want to walk among the shelves of The National Library in London. I want to go shopping in the streets of Paris and Milan. I just want to be European, I want to live in Europe. - Shilo

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The Catholic church endorsed the world today for a dollar ninety nine. -Announcement- Every iPhone owner! sinner, saint or stoner! Come now have your sins forgiven! forgiven if you spill your guts, if you just confess, then watch technology do the rest. Absolution for you and me! Send your sins across the sea! your sins will fly up through the sky encrypted on waves to reach the almighty, the Vatican! the Pope! A man of God appointed by the church yet is he any different than you and me? We know he sins the same as us, the book of Romans says its so,* and do you really think his tall hat and flowing dress can make him any more chosen than us? Can he really hold back lust? Will he not eventually turn to dust Just like the rest of us? is he really any different than us? How ironic he receives a royalty from a symbol of the fallen world, The Apple computer company, payment for our absolution… ...So the world fell by the fruit of a tree and now expects to be redeemed the same way. The truth is not in a man. the truth is not in the Apple. The truth is not in the white smoke rising from the stacks on Sistine Chapel. The truth cannot be dried up. The truth cannot be cured. the truth is not the Pope's to smoke, To believe it is absurd. If you want to know the truth, the truth is in the blood. The blood covers everything. Including what is written here.

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Feb 9, 2011

Feb 9, 2011 at 5:54 AM UTC

The Church has Sold its Soul

The Catholic church endorsed the world today for a dollar ninety nine. -Announcement- Every iPhone owner! sinner, saint or stoner! Come now have your sins forgiven! forgiven if you spill your guts, if you just confess, then watch technology do the rest. Absolution for you and me! Send your sins across the sea! your sins will fly up through the sky encrypted on waves to reach the almighty, the Vatican! the Pope! A man of God appointed by the church yet is he any different than you and me? We know he sins the same as us, the book of Romans says its so,* and do you really think his tall hat and flowing dress can make him any more chosen than us? Can he really hold back lust? Will he not eventually turn to dust Just like the rest of us? is he really any different than us? How ironic he receives a royalty from a symbol of the fallen world, The Apple computer company, payment for our absolution… ...So the world fell by the fruit of a tree and now expects to be redeemed the same way. The truth is not in a man. the truth is not in the Apple. The truth is not in the white smoke rising from the stacks on Sistine Chapel. The truth cannot be dried up. The truth cannot be cured. the truth is not the Pope's to smoke, To believe it is absurd. If you want to know the truth, the truth is in the blood. The blood covers everything. Including what is written here.

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i forgot my book of thoughts at home so i decided to write about forget-me-nots in bloom i can see us staring over the Vatican in rome or making gang signs of the cross at Jesus tomb not the religious type just spiritual in the dome a love child is born cause we got all spiritual in the womb baby i'll never leave you alone even when i have to i'll leave you a phone number the days til i get home just remember too forget -me-not

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Apr 24, 2013

Apr 24, 2013 at 10:17 AM UTC

i forgot my book of thoughts at home so i decided to write about forget-me-nots in bloom i can see us staring over the Vatican in rome or making gang signs of the cross at Jesus tomb not the religious type just spiritual in the dome a love child is born cause we got all spiritual in the womb baby i'll never leave you alone even when i have to i'll leave you a phone number the days til i get home just remember too forget -me-not

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Sep 12, 2015

Sep 12, 2015 at 12:12 PM UTC

building purist æsthetic proselytizing solar-powered heliolatry commemorating historic concert sensing dark forces fokken lekker antwoord pumping sensory overload featuring high-tech dee-jay admiring gelato micro-truck laxing laying lazing "doing something nasty" continuing quality content entering another cathedral journeying without borders "exactly one year since visiting vatican" appreciating full-time gigasphere awaiting pyongyang performance depicting unlikely crowdsurfer foreseeing exponential improvements furthering esoteric agenda sensing profound incompatibility data-mining people's infidelities anticipating futuristic caffeine perfecting invisible propaganda researching mind-control techniques polishing psycho-social weaponry sensing social embargo flourishing frantic fanfare admiring longitudinal monument parodying marketing slogans cycling through österreich eyeing dystopian disneyland streaming crosswords extended-play herding glass kittens deleting idiosyncratic fragment loremipsum-ing laconic loudmouth receiving ultramodern telegram eigo-ga wakarimasu ka? guzzling duck-fat fries encouraging panic selling (juxtaposing past incarnations) getting black-and-white privilege renewing boutique account relishing cinema poutine re-entering hibernation mode opening old windows continuing zoo motif absquatulating excessive excesses nullifying originality claims proliferating protean persona disappearing sidewalk alphabet shrugging opprobrious moments enjoying vertical alignment re-entering cyberpunk paradise approaching island sun soaring beyond monoliths trivializing extraneous argy-bargy decreasing character limits dumping generic accounts uglifying commit message escaping into idiosyncracy moonshining great lake exuding idiosyncratic propaganda living nineties' dreams making occidental cuisine envisioning idiocratic president expropriating your time ascending homely helix singing fat lady

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If we lived in a non-judgmental world, where social norm were a blank slate free of preconceptions and expectations, a world in which it was traditional to be liberal, what would you do? Would you work this hard or drive fast cars? Would you read 50 Shades of Grey in the train? Would you still cry in the rain? Would you be outgoing or spend more time alone? Would you laugh at funerals and never mourn? Would you wear your pyjamas for Sunday mass? Would you identify yourself with the working class? Would you use two forks or wear socks with flip flops? Would you avoid dating jocks? Would you take up smoking or marry young? Would you tattoo your face and pierce your tongue? Would you work as a stripper whilst being a nun? Would you form a jihad against wars and guns? Would you become straight, forget how to pray or wish your first born son were gay? Would you ever fake an ****** or admit you like it rough? Would you follow the stars and lucky charms leaving all life's decisions to luck? Would you believe in evolution and gravity, or argue we're heavy people with sticky feet? Would you avoid salad or order tofu? Would you try to go up a dress size or two? Would you give to charity or take up a sport? Would you sell your house and buy a boat? Would you order expensive wines or write poems that did not rhyme? What would you do? Perhaps you simply wouldn't have a clue, for we appear to have forgotten how to be true. So when ever a Miley comes like a wrecking ball we unite to share our disbelief and loathe. As we did to Snowden and Jesus Christ, we mock and torture and crucify. The UN, CIA and the Vatican unite, to teach us how to lead our lives. For when someone somewhere breaks a norm that someone somewhere has formed it has become a universal priority for the former to be conformed. Perhaps in this non-judgmental world, we might decide to start judging each other...

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Dec 7, 2013

Dec 7, 2013 at 2:17 PM UTC

If we lived in a non-judgmental world, where social norm were a blank slate free of preconceptions and expectations, a world in which it was traditional to be liberal, what would you do? Would you work this hard or drive fast cars? Would you read 50 Shades of Grey in the train? Would you still cry in the rain? Would you be outgoing or spend more time alone? Would you laugh at funerals and never mourn? Would you wear your pyjamas for Sunday mass? Would you identify yourself with the working class? Would you use two forks or wear socks with flip flops? Would you avoid dating jocks? Would you take up smoking or marry young? Would you tattoo your face and pierce your tongue? Would you work as a stripper whilst being a nun? Would you form a jihad against wars and guns? Would you become straight, forget how to pray or wish your first born son were gay? Would you ever fake an ****** or admit you like it rough? Would you follow the stars and lucky charms leaving all life's decisions to luck? Would you believe in evolution and gravity, or argue we're heavy people with sticky feet? Would you avoid salad or order tofu? Would you try to go up a dress size or two? Would you give to charity or take up a sport? Would you sell your house and buy a boat? Would you order expensive wines or write poems that did not rhyme? What would you do? Perhaps you simply wouldn't have a clue, for we appear to have forgotten how to be true. So when ever a Miley comes like a wrecking ball we unite to share our disbelief and loathe. As we did to Snowden and Jesus Christ, we mock and torture and crucify. The UN, CIA and the Vatican unite, to teach us how to lead our lives. For when someone somewhere breaks a norm that someone somewhere has formed it has become a universal priority for the former to be conformed. Perhaps in this non-judgmental world, we might decide to start judging each other...

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Multiplication, Tabled by Michael R. Burch for the Religious Right “Be fruitful and multiply”— great advice, for a fruitfly! But for women and men, simple Simons, say, “WHEN!” Keywords/Tags: Christianity, religion, procreation, multiplication, fruitful, multiply, overpopulation, abortion, birth, control, contraceptives, ****** pill, creationists, global, warming, climate, change, pope, Vatican

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Mar 24, 2020

Mar 24, 2020 at 10:38 PM UTC

michael-r-burch

Multiplication, Tabled

Multiplication, Tabled by Michael R. Burch for the Religious Right “Be fruitful and multiply”— great advice, for a fruitfly! But for women and men, simple Simons, say, “WHEN!” Keywords/Tags: Christianity, religion, procreation, multiplication, fruitful, multiply, overpopulation, abortion, birth, control, contraceptives, ****** pill, creationists, global, warming, climate, change, pope, Vatican

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The Daily Mail, UK and Herald Sun (Australia) report on how Father Gabriele Amroth of the Vatican teaches that yoga and Harry Potter and the ‘oriental religions’ are the works of the Devil...the following poem expresses my outrage at such stupidity and parochialism that still exists amongst some groups of Europeans even today in their relations with the East. song of Father Gabriele Amorth O yoga yoga baby baby sings Father Gabriele Amorth in the Italian town of Terni O yoga yoga no go no go to yoga yoga baby baby all you innocents and pure all blessed and destined for Heaven no go to yoga yoga yoga yoga yogurt is fine sugar in your yogurt is fine strawberry and apple in your yogurt is fine so eat eat your yogurt yogurt yogurt but yoga yoga O yoga yoga no go no go no go baby baby baby sings Father Gabriele Amorth in the Italian town of Terni and also no go to Harry Potter baby baby baby no go no go no go to yoga no to yoga and no go no go to Harry Potter baby baby baby now say after me: *yoga yoga yoga baa baa baa bad bad bad* and say after me: *Harry Potter Harry Potter moo moo moo bad bad bad* O baby baby baby at our next conference I’ll teach you how the Dragon is bad and how the Chinese got it all wrong all these centuries with their Chinese Dragon, Dragon, Dragon but that’s for next time next time next time baby baby baby for now just repeat after me your most reverend Father Gabriele Amorth in the Italian town of Terni: *O yoga yoga no go no go to yoga yoga baby baby* And say after me all ye faithful all ye blessed: *Harry Potter Harry Potter moo moo moo bad bad bad*

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Nov 26, 2011

Nov 26, 2011 at 10:38 PM UTC

song of Father Gabriele Amorth

The Daily Mail, UK and Herald Sun (Australia) report on how Father Gabriele Amroth of the Vatican teaches that yoga and Harry Potter and the ‘oriental religions’ are the works of the Devil...the following poem expresses my outrage at such stupidity and parochialism that still exists amongst some groups of Europeans even today in their relations with the East. song of Father Gabriele Amorth O yoga yoga baby baby sings Father Gabriele Amorth in the Italian town of Terni O yoga yoga no go no go to yoga yoga baby baby all you innocents and pure all blessed and destined for Heaven no go to yoga yoga yoga yoga yogurt is fine sugar in your yogurt is fine strawberry and apple in your yogurt is fine so eat eat your yogurt yogurt yogurt but yoga yoga O yoga yoga no go no go no go baby baby baby sings Father Gabriele Amorth in the Italian town of Terni and also no go to Harry Potter baby baby baby no go no go no go to yoga no to yoga and no go no go to Harry Potter baby baby baby now say after me: *yoga yoga yoga baa baa baa bad bad bad* and say after me: *Harry Potter Harry Potter moo moo moo bad bad bad* O baby baby baby at our next conference I’ll teach you how the Dragon is bad and how the Chinese got it all wrong all these centuries with their Chinese Dragon, Dragon, Dragon but that’s for next time next time next time baby baby baby for now just repeat after me your most reverend Father Gabriele Amorth in the Italian town of Terni: *O yoga yoga no go no go to yoga yoga baby baby* And say after me all ye faithful all ye blessed: *Harry Potter Harry Potter moo moo moo bad bad bad*

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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

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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From poem #27 of THHT3 ...We all know what’s going on, The Young & The Restless could be a list that’s forever long, of confessions composed as a set list but not sung, we all know They are attracted to the Innocent & Young, because in the twisted logic, of their perverted minds’ tongue, they think by being with children, they’ll stay Forever Young, it’s disgusting, & I’m so ashamed of the city I’m from, that I’m not even having kids, nope not even one, because I already feel bad enough for those already born, wish I could warn every daughter & ever son, & don’t get me wrong I’m not trying to single out Hollywood, the problems are much more widespread just ask The Vatican, or the over 800 Boy Scouts that say they were abused, by the hands of those that were chose to lead as captains, yeah man not much is mentioned but lots has sure happened, lots of names go undisclosed in the drawers of the Pedo-Files, Roman Polanski, R. Kelly, Brian Singer, Jeffery Epstein, & those are just the ones that have been exposed, we all know most crimes go untold, & no please don’t take this the wrong way, I’m not trying to say every celeb likes kids underage, in fact most of those that act are kind, protect & fight back, nor am I saying I always mean attraction in a ****** way, I’m just saying I feel confused & it seems like everyone’s gay, or at least strange & most don’t know how to behave, & I want to care but these days who cares anyways, I guess I don’t anymore, I just want to get away, just want to escape, so I’m running away, I’m leaving Neverland, never to return again, I’m leaving Neverland, for real & forever man... from The Hollywood Hills Trilogy vol. 3 I'm giving away 100 copies of my new book THHT3 for FREE right now on Instagram to the first 100 people that COMMENT and TAG a friend on my latest post. So go to my Instagram right now, @aaronlalux and tag someone in the comments so I can send you a digital copy of The Hollywood Hills Trilogy Vol 3 RIGHT NOW. No joke, for real, let's go! My instagram is @aaronlalux First 100 comments with tags ONLY. If you DON'T have Instagram just go directly to the Amazon page and leave a review of the book. If you review the book I'll also send you a copy for free, so there's TWO ways to get a free copy of my new book! Here's the Amazon Link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07XJRBSKD ∆ LaLux ∆

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Sep 11, 2019

Sep 11, 2019 at 1:50 AM UTC

Leaving Neverland [27]

From poem #27 of THHT3 ...We all know what’s going on, The Young & The Restless could be a list that’s forever long, of confessions composed as a set list but not sung, we all know They are attracted to the Innocent & Young, because in the twisted logic, of their perverted minds’ tongue, they think by being with children, they’ll stay Forever Young, it’s disgusting, & I’m so ashamed of the city I’m from, that I’m not even having kids, nope not even one, because I already feel bad enough for those already born, wish I could warn every daughter & ever son, & don’t get me wrong I’m not trying to single out Hollywood, the problems are much more widespread just ask The Vatican, or the over 800 Boy Scouts that say they were abused, by the hands of those that were chose to lead as captains, yeah man not much is mentioned but lots has sure happened, lots of names go undisclosed in the drawers of the Pedo-Files, Roman Polanski, R. Kelly, Brian Singer, Jeffery Epstein, & those are just the ones that have been exposed, we all know most crimes go untold, & no please don’t take this the wrong way, I’m not trying to say every celeb likes kids underage, in fact most of those that act are kind, protect & fight back, nor am I saying I always mean attraction in a ****** way, I’m just saying I feel confused & it seems like everyone’s gay, or at least strange & most don’t know how to behave, & I want to care but these days who cares anyways, I guess I don’t anymore, I just want to get away, just want to escape, so I’m running away, I’m leaving Neverland, never to return again, I’m leaving Neverland, for real & forever man... from The Hollywood Hills Trilogy vol. 3 I'm giving away 100 copies of my new book THHT3 for FREE right now on Instagram to the first 100 people that COMMENT and TAG a friend on my latest post. So go to my Instagram right now, @aaronlalux and tag someone in the comments so I can send you a digital copy of The Hollywood Hills Trilogy Vol 3 RIGHT NOW. No joke, for real, let's go! My instagram is @aaronlalux First 100 comments with tags ONLY. If you DON'T have Instagram just go directly to the Amazon page and leave a review of the book. If you review the book I'll also send you a copy for free, so there's TWO ways to get a free copy of my new book! Here's the Amazon Link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07XJRBSKD ∆ LaLux ∆

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there's no point writing out what poetry is... if you don't actually write it. a whiskey prior noon, too soon, too soon, too soon? i'll be cooking a turkey curry later, a whiskey prior noon, too soon, too soon, too soon?! rhyme or rhythmic, perhaps the latter in Dante's trinity of rhymes - poetry of the near-illiterate, who never read as much as could have been - thinking it out as origin and originals - a man without influence is not worth reciting - he'll still have to borrow the life of a Henry VIII somehow, whether he has or hasn't read a book concerning the man - while the Vatican emerges as the gossip library of all the European royal families, and indeed Henry VIII dubbed Anne Boleyn's cow dangler ******* duckies - i think it's due to the fact he quacked while he suckled the ******* like a pre-mature **** not producing ***** - seriously, no milk; and as honesty goes, ********** literature does it for me, patron saint kenneth rexroth - self-education moulds the self into a pristine sequence of surprises - there the pop of a balloon, there the weeping clown... there the giraffe on stilts! indeed even at university entry point where i deposited my self i came back with debts! idiotic treachery of teaching the politicised version of language, as language per se simply called grammatically sound, in politics simply versed "correct"; two satans from Syria while Solomon had his harem, a third from Poland, they say the holocaust, 6 million if not more citizens of the world with polish passports - mind you they took the Diogenes quote into left and right parallel readied for a march - Apollo listened then laughed at the failures counting to 13 - laughing while the words 'too the moon!' were eased out from his helium filled lungs.

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Apr 28, 2016

Apr 28, 2016 at 6:11 AM UTC

removed.polaroid-scrabble

if i can't strut like a peacock, i'll croak like a crow

there's no point writing out what poetry is... if you don't actually write it. a whiskey prior noon, too soon, too soon, too soon? i'll be cooking a turkey curry later, a whiskey prior noon, too soon, too soon, too soon?! rhyme or rhythmic, perhaps the latter in Dante's trinity of rhymes - poetry of the near-illiterate, who never read as much as could have been - thinking it out as origin and originals - a man without influence is not worth reciting - he'll still have to borrow the life of a Henry VIII somehow, whether he has or hasn't read a book concerning the man - while the Vatican emerges as the gossip library of all the European royal families, and indeed Henry VIII dubbed Anne Boleyn's cow dangler ******* duckies - i think it's due to the fact he quacked while he suckled the ******* like a pre-mature **** not producing ***** - seriously, no milk; and as honesty goes, ********** literature does it for me, patron saint kenneth rexroth - self-education moulds the self into a pristine sequence of surprises - there the pop of a balloon, there the weeping clown... there the giraffe on stilts! indeed even at university entry point where i deposited my self i came back with debts! idiotic treachery of teaching the politicised version of language, as language per se simply called grammatically sound, in politics simply versed "correct"; two satans from Syria while Solomon had his harem, a third from Poland, they say the holocaust, 6 million if not more citizens of the world with polish passports - mind you they took the Diogenes quote into left and right parallel readied for a march - Apollo listened then laughed at the failures counting to 13 - laughing while the words 'too the moon!' were eased out from his helium filled lungs.

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*serpent girl dancing on a red stone cobbled hill ritual of Leviathan trident to the belly on stained alters bleached blood and sweat sacrifice candles burning from the bottoms up dipped in tears and pearls nothing she won't do swaying her hips rhythmically while toothless mouths sobbing gum her body a curse of deification necromancer *** pact gorgeous fornicator walking under water her heart like a diamond player of the infernal tarot creeps daughter down on all fours eating ***** with her butter *** up quantum jumping doing the planetary bunny hop on vacation in a fire red bikini and la dolce vita sunglasses shes a guest of the sage of pyramids catching solar rays reading from the book of doom and fake dogmas lips like obsidian fire that eat bad children especially ankle biters scryer of black warped mirrors ranting singing in the Vatican of the dead living worm girls kissing muscular arterial shafts and ***** in a twist while making vampire paintings in dark ritual adorations **** of oodoo voodoo i do to you you plying your soul with dreams of Hollywood cinema and headless swiveling Bollywood jitterbug beating devils gory with harrowing archfiends and ****** heels for love money *** and combat gods above angels to the flanks north south east and west seventy-two demons below a crystal floor of vice gripped cherubim with steal shewed pentagrams holding dominion with golden ring enclosed in a synagogue of will she's my hot randy ***** in leopard ******* don't **** with her she eats souls like taffy while posing as a kitten outside her window*

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May 23, 2017

May 23, 2017 at 8:05 AM UTC

DANCE OF THE DARK ARTS MASTER..Black Majick

*serpent girl dancing on a red stone cobbled hill ritual of Leviathan trident to the belly on stained alters bleached blood and sweat sacrifice candles burning from the bottoms up dipped in tears and pearls nothing she won't do swaying her hips rhythmically while toothless mouths sobbing gum her body a curse of deification necromancer *** pact gorgeous fornicator walking under water her heart like a diamond player of the infernal tarot creeps daughter down on all fours eating ***** with her butter *** up quantum jumping doing the planetary bunny hop on vacation in a fire red bikini and la dolce vita sunglasses shes a guest of the sage of pyramids catching solar rays reading from the book of doom and fake dogmas lips like obsidian fire that eat bad children especially ankle biters scryer of black warped mirrors ranting singing in the Vatican of the dead living worm girls kissing muscular arterial shafts and ***** in a twist while making vampire paintings in dark ritual adorations **** of oodoo voodoo i do to you you plying your soul with dreams of Hollywood cinema and headless swiveling Bollywood jitterbug beating devils gory with harrowing archfiends and ****** heels for love money *** and combat gods above angels to the flanks north south east and west seventy-two demons below a crystal floor of vice gripped cherubim with steal shewed pentagrams holding dominion with golden ring enclosed in a synagogue of will she's my hot randy ***** in leopard ******* don't **** with her she eats souls like taffy while posing as a kitten outside her window*

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The word I don’t like is "independent" In this vast universe everything is " interdependent" There is no scope for vanity Even for the richest man in the Vatican city For our shirt we need a button And a sick man may need mutton To get our shoes mended, we need a cobbler If we go to hotel, we want a server The church needs a preacher A mosque needs a prayer The temple needs a priest And the depressed soul Jesus Christ For our travel we need a bus And for our livelihood a money purse A scientist needs laboratory A politician wants idolatry The list is endless Nothing is useless The tiniest thing like a pin has its utility None should over estimate their priority

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Dec 28, 2010

Dec 28, 2010 at 4:53 AM UTC

jvl-narasimha-rao

INDEPENDENT OR INTER-DEPENDENT?

The word I don’t like is "independent" In this vast universe everything is " interdependent" There is no scope for vanity Even for the richest man in the Vatican city For our shirt we need a button And a sick man may need mutton To get our shoes mended, we need a cobbler If we go to hotel, we want a server The church needs a preacher A mosque needs a prayer The temple needs a priest And the depressed soul Jesus Christ For our travel we need a bus And for our livelihood a money purse A scientist needs laboratory A politician wants idolatry The list is endless Nothing is useless The tiniest thing like a pin has its utility None should over estimate their priority

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* Without YOU, I'm nothing Without YOU, my world doesn't exist **If you're there, I am alive If I find you, I find myself** You are my Mecca masjid (Muslim) You are my Vatican church (Christian) You are my Jerusalem synagogue (Jews) You are my Banaras temple (Hindus) You are my Gaya stupa (Buddhist) You are my Khajuraho Parsvanath (Jains) You are my Amritsar Gurudwara (Sikhs) I wander to every place of worship I read every scriptures and pray I am pathos of your LOVE Chanting your name This is my only purpose of living Only when you've gone away I've understood my LOVE for YOU Don't break the thread of LOVE I'm delicately tender in your LOVE *

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Aug 31, 2016

Aug 31, 2016 at 11:51 PM UTC

melan-of-innocent

Delicately Tender In Your LOVE

* Without YOU, I'm nothing Without YOU, my world doesn't exist **If you're there, I am alive If I find you, I find myself** You are my Mecca masjid (Muslim) You are my Vatican church (Christian) You are my Jerusalem synagogue (Jews) You are my Banaras temple (Hindus) You are my Gaya stupa (Buddhist) You are my Khajuraho Parsvanath (Jains) You are my Amritsar Gurudwara (Sikhs) I wander to every place of worship I read every scriptures and pray I am pathos of your LOVE Chanting your name This is my only purpose of living Only when you've gone away I've understood my LOVE for YOU Don't break the thread of LOVE I'm delicately tender in your LOVE *

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To be chanted whenever the O Machine 1 fails: Rumor has it that the Enigma Was to Churchill a foul stigma And that the ancient, creaking Babbage It was to him but so much cabbage Colossus One and Colossus Two Those gadgets too he began to rue They say he let them rust and rot - The pity is that he did not (I checked with the Lizard People on this – Churchill’s secret Second World War computers, powered by a primordial Lemurian source of energy so dangerous that even speaking its name in the ancient language of the Atlanteans is said to be fatal, are secured in a locked vault on Oak Island and guarded around the clock (set to Martian time) by the Trilateral Masonic-Vatican Continuum of deadly albino flying fish.) 1 E.M. Forster, “The Machine Stops,” 1909, Much-anthologized

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Jun 13, 2019

Jun 13, 2019 at 3:52 PM UTC

Did the Lizard People make Churchill Destroy His Secret Underground War Room Computers in 1945?

To be chanted whenever the O Machine 1 fails: Rumor has it that the Enigma Was to Churchill a foul stigma And that the ancient, creaking Babbage It was to him but so much cabbage Colossus One and Colossus Two Those gadgets too he began to rue They say he let them rust and rot - The pity is that he did not (I checked with the Lizard People on this – Churchill’s secret Second World War computers, powered by a primordial Lemurian source of energy so dangerous that even speaking its name in the ancient language of the Atlanteans is said to be fatal, are secured in a locked vault on Oak Island and guarded around the clock (set to Martian time) by the Trilateral Masonic-Vatican Continuum of deadly albino flying fish.) 1 E.M. Forster, “The Machine Stops,” 1909, Much-anthologized

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There's corruption here and all around the globe At the hands of demons and a secret robe A robe that covers the truth of ourselves It's kept hidden on the Vatican's shelves They don't want us to know who and what we are If we did, they wouldn't have gotten so far Sacred geometry Free energy How to manifest our reality They control us with television and fear Sending us subliminals hoping to smear Our subconscious Our love conscious Replacing it with hate They make us insecure while our egos inflate Ego is hell if it's left unchecked No one ever does it, that's why our planet is wrecked Know thyself and you will see What this planet can truly be Beautiful and shared by you and me The birds and the bees The earth and the trees It's here for us, to nurture and love We need to be aware, not defile and shove Chemicals in the dirt Chemicals in our food Can you hear the pain of the cow in the tune she mooed She misses her baby that was heartlessly taken She produces milk for humans but we are mistaken It's not for us, not everything is We can't smother and steal and make that our biz We all deserve happiness and freedom to live We shouldn't always take, we should always give Our time and our energy to something big Something that can benefit us all Something that can make us stand tall Something that's from our hearts Not from our ego's survival smarts We are smart in many other ways That's why we need to nurture it before the end of days

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May 20, 2016

May 20, 2016 at 9:38 PM UTC

thisplacecallednowhere

Break Free of Subliminal Programming

There's corruption here and all around the globe At the hands of demons and a secret robe A robe that covers the truth of ourselves It's kept hidden on the Vatican's shelves They don't want us to know who and what we are If we did, they wouldn't have gotten so far Sacred geometry Free energy How to manifest our reality They control us with television and fear Sending us subliminals hoping to smear Our subconscious Our love conscious Replacing it with hate They make us insecure while our egos inflate Ego is hell if it's left unchecked No one ever does it, that's why our planet is wrecked Know thyself and you will see What this planet can truly be Beautiful and shared by you and me The birds and the bees The earth and the trees It's here for us, to nurture and love We need to be aware, not defile and shove Chemicals in the dirt Chemicals in our food Can you hear the pain of the cow in the tune she mooed She misses her baby that was heartlessly taken She produces milk for humans but we are mistaken It's not for us, not everything is We can't smother and steal and make that our biz We all deserve happiness and freedom to live We shouldn't always take, we should always give Our time and our energy to something big Something that can benefit us all Something that can make us stand tall Something that's from our hearts Not from our ego's survival smarts We are smart in many other ways That's why we need to nurture it before the end of days

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We can all spit on those tablets of stone, the trinity's on hiatus, the devil's alone, School's out for training it's raining hell fire and the bishops are recording the antediluvian choir. Noah's going to Goa, A lot safer than here, they say Indian beer's the best. With his wood and an axe and several packs of cool Cobra, he sails into the wind and ends up in the Gobi. On the edge of a rainbow 'jump Noah', 'don't go', two people are shouting, somebody's outing the sailor. The choir got wrecked on microdot specks and suspecting the worst, the bishops in Rome all spit on the tablets hacked out from rough stone, it was a quiet day in the Vatican, no miracles pronounced in Perpignan, no Lady of Lourdes, no shroud of Turin, only the blessing of Geneva dry gin. Angels with harps all ****** as farts and the devil sits alone.

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Apr 10, 2015

Apr 10, 2015 at 6:45 AM UTC

john-edward-smallshaw

According to sources

We can all spit on those tablets of stone, the trinity's on hiatus, the devil's alone, School's out for training it's raining hell fire and the bishops are recording the antediluvian choir. Noah's going to Goa, A lot safer than here, they say Indian beer's the best. With his wood and an axe and several packs of cool Cobra, he sails into the wind and ends up in the Gobi. On the edge of a rainbow 'jump Noah', 'don't go', two people are shouting, somebody's outing the sailor. The choir got wrecked on microdot specks and suspecting the worst, the bishops in Rome all spit on the tablets hacked out from rough stone, it was a quiet day in the Vatican, no miracles pronounced in Perpignan, no Lady of Lourdes, no shroud of Turin, only the blessing of Geneva dry gin. Angels with harps all ****** as farts and the devil sits alone.

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Enero Kinse, Dos mil Kinse Sa Villamor umindak daan-daang estudyante Paglapag ng eroplanong Sri Lankan Mga sasalubong naghiyawan Pagbukas ng pintuan ng sasakyang lumilipad Skull cap ng Santo Papa ay nilipad Pagpanaog sa hagdan ng eroplano Sinalubong ng mga sundalo at ng Pangulo Pinatugtog himno ng ating bansa Ganundin ang himno ng Vatican sa Roma Dalawang batang ulila sa kanya sumalubong Matamis na pagbati sa kanya ibinulong Sa Pope Mobile na walang panangga sumakay Ang Supremo ng Simbahan todo ngiti at kaway Kahit gabi na kayraming tao bawat daanan Hanggang sa Apostolic Nunciature na pagpapahingahan. -01/16/2015 (Dumarao) *Pope Francis Fever Collection

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Sep 21, 2019

Sep 21, 2019 at 9:41 PM UTC

Unang Araw ni Papa Francisco sa Pilipinas

Enero Kinse, Dos mil Kinse Sa Villamor umindak daan-daang estudyante Paglapag ng eroplanong Sri Lankan Mga sasalubong naghiyawan Pagbukas ng pintuan ng sasakyang lumilipad Skull cap ng Santo Papa ay nilipad Pagpanaog sa hagdan ng eroplano Sinalubong ng mga sundalo at ng Pangulo Pinatugtog himno ng ating bansa Ganundin ang himno ng Vatican sa Roma Dalawang batang ulila sa kanya sumalubong Matamis na pagbati sa kanya ibinulong Sa Pope Mobile na walang panangga sumakay Ang Supremo ng Simbahan todo ngiti at kaway Kahit gabi na kayraming tao bawat daanan Hanggang sa Apostolic Nunciature na pagpapahingahan. -01/16/2015 (Dumarao) *Pope Francis Fever Collection

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saying **** off* seems so much more easier when you're petting cats.... they just say it for you... there he is, Quarus, the operatic singer nearing sunset, 200 variations of a mulling of meow, i end up calling him Orbison Rufus, the ginger Roy of Peckham - he basically meows lazily like Roy singing... as said / i.d. (id est): the umbras or umbrellas - counting the shadows' version of Apache's yawn: ah-woo ah-woo ah-woo nagging the reflex... gave them the yawn and gave them 1950s America... Billy the Kid talking to the king of Specs... hank marvin.... cheese grater with those teeth... dozen cows buckling with the herding in while the dog carved a feel for religion in the translation of the Vatican from coliseum into football requirements... the movies were great in the 1950s, just after the technicolour... petting cats was never such a thrill... the operatic meow, onomatopoeia from echo in a cave to knock-on-wood... 200 variations of the knock and 12 whiskey shots downed while playing poker... 12 cowboys 1 Milwaukee and 30 Turks... classic Tarantino... i said the Apache yawn... i never said giving out smoke signals... Quarus my ginger is demanded as having laughed... he's Roy Orbison with the meow, pretty much lazy... looks like a murmur when he tries singing, pretty woman, trolling down the street, Gucci, Chanel, and everything in the scrapheap of lobotomy, as is Paris necessarily mentioned: chiselled white collars... Roy knew before Elvis... the trick came with sunglasses, and the gluttonous slur of the half-opened mouthing for subsequent mouthing it off... no amount of cheese in French could ever charter the success of the cheeses added to cheeseburgers with the milkshakes, which were plainly Dutch laughing cows named Novices.... quick-melts and some said: dreadlocks of string-yellow Gouda pulled for a hippies' worth of Chinese chugging down a pint or two, for worth of gag and the slim mascot; the Chinese never taught Cannes arithmetic of the thumb through to pinky... i don't know how they taught counting with their complex ideograms, they never taught arithmetic give their encoding... they taught pure math.. they never taught the simplest of assurances... meaning so few of them became bankers.

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Aug 15, 2016

Aug 15, 2016 at 11:21 PM UTC

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Apache Yawn Echo Imitation

saying **** off* seems so much more easier when you're petting cats.... they just say it for you... there he is, Quarus, the operatic singer nearing sunset, 200 variations of a mulling of meow, i end up calling him Orbison Rufus, the ginger Roy of Peckham - he basically meows lazily like Roy singing... as said / i.d. (id est): the umbras or umbrellas - counting the shadows' version of Apache's yawn: ah-woo ah-woo ah-woo nagging the reflex... gave them the yawn and gave them 1950s America... Billy the Kid talking to the king of Specs... hank marvin.... cheese grater with those teeth... dozen cows buckling with the herding in while the dog carved a feel for religion in the translation of the Vatican from coliseum into football requirements... the movies were great in the 1950s, just after the technicolour... petting cats was never such a thrill... the operatic meow, onomatopoeia from echo in a cave to knock-on-wood... 200 variations of the knock and 12 whiskey shots downed while playing poker... 12 cowboys 1 Milwaukee and 30 Turks... classic Tarantino... i said the Apache yawn... i never said giving out smoke signals... Quarus my ginger is demanded as having laughed... he's Roy Orbison with the meow, pretty much lazy... looks like a murmur when he tries singing, pretty woman, trolling down the street, Gucci, Chanel, and everything in the scrapheap of lobotomy, as is Paris necessarily mentioned: chiselled white collars... Roy knew before Elvis... the trick came with sunglasses, and the gluttonous slur of the half-opened mouthing for subsequent mouthing it off... no amount of cheese in French could ever charter the success of the cheeses added to cheeseburgers with the milkshakes, which were plainly Dutch laughing cows named Novices.... quick-melts and some said: dreadlocks of string-yellow Gouda pulled for a hippies' worth of Chinese chugging down a pint or two, for worth of gag and the slim mascot; the Chinese never taught Cannes arithmetic of the thumb through to pinky... i don't know how they taught counting with their complex ideograms, they never taught arithmetic give their encoding... they taught pure math.. they never taught the simplest of assurances... meaning so few of them became bankers.

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All lines are controversial Average performance is extremely intelligent, My answer to the riddle is this God never wrote fables In the bible, Qur’an, Gita, Ramayana, Dini ya Musambwa Nor anything you will mention that amount to mankind's Mental peregrinations in search for God. Jewish literature in the form of the bible Is strongly successful as a misleading literature And firmly founded in racial prejudice. Similarly the Qur'an is Arabic adjustment Of Jewish literature in the bible. The Apocryphal of them all is enigmatic. The sons of Asia are dangerously gifted in literature And their epics often form religion, think of Tagore’s poem That became Indian nation anthem, Karl Marx's das kapitel that became revolutionary religion Blue print or even Gautama's sermons recited by Jesus Christ Six hundred years later as a sermon on the mountain. Now; to me Asians must stop racial chauvinism And accept humanity as there are very many human beings Who are living away from Jerusalem and are prosperous Both economically and spiritually, take a case of Vatican. In my faith therefore, God himself will give Jerusalem to African immigrants in Palestine and Israel, Because Abraham was a refugee in Africa, Ishmael was born in Africa; Jesus was a refugee in Africa And even a Libyan; Simon the Cyrene helped him To carry the ominous Roman cross, doen to Calvary Thus, Christianity is founded on the innocent misery of an African race.

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Aug 17, 2014

Aug 17, 2014 at 10:08 AM UTC

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All lines are controversial Average performance is extremely intelligent, My answer to the riddle is this God never wrote fables In the bible, Qur’an, Gita, Ramayana, Dini ya Musambwa Nor anything you will mention that amount to mankind's Mental peregrinations in search for God. Jewish literature in the form of the bible Is strongly successful as a misleading literature And firmly founded in racial prejudice. Similarly the Qur'an is Arabic adjustment Of Jewish literature in the bible. The Apocryphal of them all is enigmatic. The sons of Asia are dangerously gifted in literature And their epics often form religion, think of Tagore’s poem That became Indian nation anthem, Karl Marx's das kapitel that became revolutionary religion Blue print or even Gautama's sermons recited by Jesus Christ Six hundred years later as a sermon on the mountain. Now; to me Asians must stop racial chauvinism And accept humanity as there are very many human beings Who are living away from Jerusalem and are prosperous Both economically and spiritually, take a case of Vatican. In my faith therefore, God himself will give Jerusalem to African immigrants in Palestine and Israel, Because Abraham was a refugee in Africa, Ishmael was born in Africa; Jesus was a refugee in Africa And even a Libyan; Simon the Cyrene helped him To carry the ominous Roman cross, doen to Calvary Thus, Christianity is founded on the innocent misery of an African race.

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