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i can just picture d in a bar tellin lies about jeepin, to impress the rock and the mighty misses c... talking lambo devil, 5 point contact, seatbelts... when we who know better... see a costco, child seat... more likely, than not... facing ohhh... the places, mrs d... has gone... out the rear window, if... he could c... over the back seat, headrests. sorry fur u genetic luck, d. ;P
u...
"asked for it!!!" ;P (fart sounding air, commin outta that emoji)...
u...
"asked for it!!!" ;P (fart sounding air, commin outta that emoji)...
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awesome!
means we can sneak off to THE LIBRARY (peeler joint, in irvine), or run to fill the gas tank... later, after she goes to make sugga! (crazy fred's dollhouse, in az, off the 40... is a strip joint, behind and part of- a truck stop arinonans r gun totin, sister f'n, inbred, idiots.. i couldn't possibly, love more n wish to b, when i grow up... i mean ... some fellas, have some real attractive, lil sis's! anyone got a #?
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I'll drive, diesel
omg and this, lady... one of my absolute favs... i forget stuffs
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omg and this, lady... one of my absolute favs... i forget stuffs
12 Poems by Christina Rossetti, Victorian Poet - Literary Ladies Guide
Here are 12 poems by Christina Rossetti (1830 – 1894), prolific Victorian poet reflecting her religious devotion, pensiveness, and occasional playfulness.
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Wheeler, me off road device:)
4:88 gears, lock rite front, Detroit locker back, Dana 44 rear, old man emu springs, stainless break lines, western bead locks, warn 10,000# winch, full roll cage, 4 point seat belts, 37 inch wrangler tires, Moab aftermarket heater, stock 4 banger Jeep motor runnin on 3 cyl.
Bitch climes trees!! And you ain’t drivin:)
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deathbed to door to door
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- for my lovely, mrs diesel
my absolute fav and hero
the strongest, lady, i know
deathbed to door to door
-it's avon calling
in less than
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a lady
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diesel
isn't the luckiest asshole i know
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Ok, you can drive!
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imagine, getting to have a drink and conversation, with this treasure
she IS sharing her dreams, with us...
even from the grave... we here ewe, mme rossetti... we sea ur dreams...
come to fruition... say hello, to ur spectral, mother, for we... it's the reel slim shady... this, is me... this is we.
A Chilly Night
I rose at the dead of night
And went to the lattice alone
To look for my Mother’s ghost
Where the ghostly moonlight shone.
My friends had failed one by one,
Middle aged, young, and old,
Till the ghosts were warmer to me
Than my friends that had grown cold.
I looked and I saw the ghosts
Dotting plain and mound:
They stood in the blank moonlight
But no shadow lay on the ground;
They spoke without a voice
And they leapt without a sound.
I called: ‘ O my Mother dear, ‘ —
I sobbed: ‘ O my Mother kind,
Make a lonely bed for me
And shelter it from the wind:
‘ Tell the others not to come
To see me night or day;
But I need not tell my friends
To be sure to keep away.’
My Mother raised her eyes,
They were blank and could not see;
Yet they held me with their stare
While they seemed to look at me.
She opened her mouth and spoke,
I could not hear a word
While my flesh crept on my bones
And every hair was stirred.
She knew that I could not hear
The message that she told
Whether I had long to wait
Or soon should sleep in the mould:
I saw her toss her shadowless hair
And wring her hands in the cold.
I strained to catch her words
And she strained to make me hear,
But never a sound of words
Fell on my straining ear.
From midnight to the cockcrow
I kept my watch in pain
While the subtle ghosts grew subtler
In the sad night on the wane.
From midnight to the cockcrow
I watched till all were gone,
Some to sleep in the shifting sea
And some under turf and stone:
Living had failed and dead had failed
And I was indeed alone.
dr Seuss, anyone
or
simply, local colour
she IS sharing her dreams, with us...
even from the grave... we here ewe, mme rossetti... we sea ur dreams...
come to fruition... say hello, to ur spectral, mother, for we... it's the reel slim shady... this, is me... this is we.
A Chilly Night
I rose at the dead of night
And went to the lattice alone
To look for my Mother’s ghost
Where the ghostly moonlight shone.
My friends had failed one by one,
Middle aged, young, and old,
Till the ghosts were warmer to me
Than my friends that had grown cold.
I looked and I saw the ghosts
Dotting plain and mound:
They stood in the blank moonlight
But no shadow lay on the ground;
They spoke without a voice
And they leapt without a sound.
I called: ‘ O my Mother dear, ‘ —
I sobbed: ‘ O my Mother kind,
Make a lonely bed for me
And shelter it from the wind:
‘ Tell the others not to come
To see me night or day;
But I need not tell my friends
To be sure to keep away.’
My Mother raised her eyes,
They were blank and could not see;
Yet they held me with their stare
While they seemed to look at me.
She opened her mouth and spoke,
I could not hear a word
While my flesh crept on my bones
And every hair was stirred.
She knew that I could not hear
The message that she told
Whether I had long to wait
Or soon should sleep in the mould:
I saw her toss her shadowless hair
And wring her hands in the cold.
I strained to catch her words
And she strained to make me hear,
But never a sound of words
Fell on my straining ear.
From midnight to the cockcrow
I kept my watch in pain
While the subtle ghosts grew subtler
In the sad night on the wane.
From midnight to the cockcrow
I watched till all were gone,
Some to sleep in the shifting sea
And some under turf and stone:
Living had failed and dead had failed
And I was indeed alone.
dr Seuss, anyone
or
simply, local colour
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he knows i have to envy that he even has the option, to make such an offer... so i have taken great umbrage, to the fact he just poured it... toss some, ower ur shoulder, d... hate to c ur luck change, over a paper cut. ;P
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ever open a stiff, hardbound, bible... new, dead cow, smell... omg... i bet my heaven, has hidden, first editions... f... i am asking the wong, questions!!!
anyway- ever notice, the books, of 12 diff doods (head)... all read the same... yet, u couldn't find more 200yr old, originality... in every, classic, author, even though u can c poe and Seuss, in Mme rossetti's, originals n yet, all 12 apostates, read like one feller...
isn't that something
anyway- ever notice, the books, of 12 diff doods (head)... all read the same... yet, u couldn't find more 200yr old, originality... in every, classic, author, even though u can c poe and Seuss, in Mme rossetti's, originals n yet, all 12 apostates, read like one feller...
isn't that something
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u know, i never could get into garcia, etc, though i did have a couple of his silk, ties... never again, will i put on a suit, for a payday... hate bein betrothed, to a dry cleaners. i gave all that kwrap, to big bro, when he started managing, clubs; big phish, schmall pond, kinda thang, after he stopped producing, for premiere.
he who holds the key to the liquor cabinet, will always find success...
yeah... wolfman and sis f'er... or was it his aunt... ;P... what a great poem/lyrics... never seen it... not, like that. super cool! great taste... i liked my share of acid, back n the day... 8 hits, was my record; never... ever... again. heart prolly couldn't take it, anyway... not like the mind, is goin well, but that's life.
yeah, if i had to pick one... besides yours: truckin, shoulda lifted my divided, skirts... but no... couldn't get into it and i felt
-sc
god, one would have to be on drugs, to like this... ;D
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the iambic pentameter, is there, even without the music. such talent, how awesome! i tried a jerry album... it didn't fit, but when u write it, like that... i certainly,
enjoy his shyt ;D
-rip
jg
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and even though, wolfman's quoting... it's direwolf's, story... as it relates to him. what strikes the cords n those "poems", u know inside out?
gotta finish the story... a song, as seen through your eyes. u have us on the edges of our short n curly's, sir...
your turn...
your chapter...
mr artist...
tell us a story?
i thought for sure, diesel would laugh, at the manilow, ambiance...
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eh... it is what it is, but yes, thank you: i am just fine. i lose my poop and when n if the day comes, sanity, eludes me, forever... mosh has the nuclear, arming codes. y'all get me.
um... i just don't want my research n torments, going for naught and thcfarmer.com n "their" mods... aren't any bit of the... hmmm... i don't wanna say aholes because it's just one side of a story, told through prejudicial iii's... but thcf'r, has been extremely... mmm... gracious and hospitable... and u know how i get, when i crash individual, threads n such so as diesel says best- i just try n stay n my lane. anyone want to go from rso to umm... straight up, cannabis oil (i still can't spell cannabis, correctly, without the auto correct, if u can imagine...) and from a pound per quarter, to 33-66yrs via decigrams v grams... well, the research n experiments r all, present... as r patient histories (minimally) & observations of pharmacological, physiological, responses to various, multi and individual strain, cocktails... temps, quantities: all of it. i couldn't tell u how many folks iii n y'all help... i don't even know most of their names, tbh... I'm bad with em, to begin with and isn't it just...: better... safer... for all, concerned.
i don't count em and c em... when i c em... as y'all know- the beholden thingy- don't fly with me...
used to b a cheap tool, for secks, back n the day. a friend with giftweed, is a friend, indeed...
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u should follow seraphine, if u don't, already. she's brilliant, besides you guys.... simply, brilliant... and witty.
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he and cat, get sooo much frost.
hadn't thought about aquaman n a bit. hope, pop n law, is a-ok.
btw... ltr accused me of tryin to b him... i was me, before i met he... just similarly, built, models, plus 18 inches... here n there ;P. no... ty... i don't not enjoy, starving through commercial xmases n wet, construction free, winters. plus... this body, ain't gonna last, unfortunately... just ask Jeffrey dahmer.
nope... dood is on vacation, allegedly... who else, was gonna do it... and what'd i do? maybe levelled some dirt n drank more n overtipped, in his absence. could y'all survive, on $30 days? not that hard, to drink a beer... nope... the party/adventures ended, when he went on vacation.
i did tell him i need to earn, $50, for fuel, this month... freaked me, gettin down to my last $1, of vfw budget, on the 29th... and it was as short a month, as any.
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anyone else notice diesel got a lil greedy, with the nutes... his nuts r singed... burn when u pee, diesel? take 2 & call in the morn.
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i gotta road trip, tomorrow so... y'all hold down the teepee! don't b good ;P ... b good at it.
i hope all our loved ones we do this for, have a "good", tomorrow... i gotta do my chores. I'll lose it, likely, if i stay on through em.
i hope all our loved ones we do this for, have a "good", tomorrow... i gotta do my chores. I'll lose it, likely, if i stay on through em.
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So kool glad to hear! Kinda been curious but figured no news is good news!
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