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love to know what twirls ur skirts up... ain't narcissism, if someone asks. it's only narcissistic, when i do it.
think it has a D in it; the frog one.

 

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urgh... it's gonna keep me up. prolly remember the translation before i remember the name of the play. B... D... something. think it meant something, like the downtrodden. dam it!

 

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no bleaching; awe-some!!!!

 

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now, steppop, could b a really generous man... but he, like all of us, can b a cheap, stingy, son of a bitch.
the man loved his lipton, instant, whatever, tea and pink, nonsugars, which im sure have since been hated on, by the same media who played sweetnlow, commercials, interrupting my fucking scoobie doo and pippy longstocking n knottsgus n tom hatten, fucking elvira, weekends, but who am i to speculate... and people... i was married to that money grubbing whore who raised me and have purchased culture from those 70 dog years, attached to that anchor; that ball and chain. there is nothing in the world, as good as real fucking tea. anything else, is fucking ditchweed, after one has had a good cup of tea.
coffee's ready

i was just killin time, readin the tea thingy.

 

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livid. seething... livid.

you fuckers!

i forgot y i wanted to sneak out n expose Walmart, yesterday...
NO CREAMER...

not good...
not
good

shitting the bed, was preferable to how i feel in this moment.
g and i and that fucking weinerdog, had a good belly laugh, over the 150mph, poop. nobody beats the kid out of the blocks... that shit medaled in the quarter mile.
the creamer situation

is anything but funny

 

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as i get more white hair... i think back on fond memories of prostate symptoms, having to piss like a race horse, RUNNINGGGGA, to the bathroom, as only a 2000lb, cripple can... only to squirt a single drop... walking back to bed, regardless of earth's appearance to the sun... kneeling to get back in and... RACING back to the bathroom... at least 3 more times, in the next 2 minutes. those were the days, alright. nope... never was violated. my doc and i came to a precipice, over a five finger, discount and one of us, said- fuck it. cool guy. may not actually have been of my tower, lips. god bless that beautiful, rodent lookin man. if y'all ever got an image, readin tikki tavi... it's was jimmy, unkempt and my awesome, G.P.
I'll go out for drinks with any man, who refuses to fist me.
-true story

and when i started takin cannabis oil... not only did i have my first shuteye, beyond hour two... i stopped having more typical, prostate symptoms... know what flonase did for it (it's a joke... not to shit on a nose... n good company... i wouldn't know...)... was awesome and financial security for flowforever... it only exacerbated the issue and weakened my wood. yup... it was or... sorry, al, or nothin and if y'all know anything about proc, kinsey/or seen the movie... one really can order a pizza in 30 seconds, or less, but it'll come, soft... as often as Domino's. it'd b fun to take their test/scale. I'm sure mine would be a sailboat, or big truck, by the time i finished with it.

 

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new faces and daily picked up paces-
ur gonna wanna kill that clickin noise, at least for this broken thread of mind.

i believe opioids did this to me.

it's hear to scream our stories in silence, for those who follow. diesel's cheap so if u contribute, we four would welcome it. we all love a good story. b cool to whoever's moderating; we wouldn't know...
b respectful. don't be little Richard's and respect the ladies of the house. they're all smokin hot so u wanna play ur cards right... in ur hand; not in here...
and
post whatever u like... whatever culture you wish to share and life you wish to spend with us, expecting nothing in return, to enrich those who follow:
welcome to the fucking party.
we'd love to here your songs, the the art, hanging in your headroom and listen to your big hearts, lubdubbing away.

tell us a story

your story

it's your turn

paint us a picture with your mind.... let us sea, touch, taste, hear and... well... perhaps not smell... depending... show us a picture... give us a tour of your heart, mind and soul... ma brothas and sistas.

 

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bloodshot
it sux u never graffiti the walls

 

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new faces and daily picked up paces-
ur gonna wanna kill that clickin noise, at least for this broken thread of mind.

i believe opioids did this to me.

it's hear to scream our stories in silence, for those who follow. diesel's cheap so if u contribute, we four would welcome it. we all love a good story. b cool to whoever's moderating; we wouldn't know...
b respectful. don't be little Richard's and respect the ladies of the house. they're all smokin hot so u wanna play ur cards right... in ur hand; not in here...
and
post whatever u like... whatever culture you wish to share and life you wish to spend with us, expecting nothing in return, to enrich those who follow:
welcome to the fucking party.
we'd love to here your songs, the the art, hanging in your headroom and listen to your big hearts, lubdubbing away.

tell us a story

your story

it's your turn

paint us a picture with your mind.... let us sea, touch, taste, hear and... well... perhaps not smell... depending... show us a picture... give us a tour of your heart, mind and soul... ma brothas and sistas.

 

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bloodshot takes the time to read everything y'all say
never says a word
it's a loss, i feel, bloodshot. as u take the time, for us and u know it's best i don't leave the room- we would invite and welcome u to share your successes, your struggles... your story. bloodshot takes the time to click click, like, love, wow, smirk, etc... asking nothing in return. bloodshot, is one of four and inspires n supports... encouragement... without words.
what wouldn't we give... to know such a person

better

would you share with us, @BloodShot .
por favor

 

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ur so ghetto

 

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dig up the ol gurl

is the blonde still smokin hot?
wonder how many people, like my amber, suspended in time, with an indefinitely postponed, cancer surgery... looked n spoke to that poor gurl without thinkin the exact same thing, as me.
i hope she's aging, "well"... meaning getting older, and remaining a tragic, beauty, regardless of the paint job.

 

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yeah, d... I'm in THAT MODE.

hatchetwound harry

 

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coffee... I'll try to lighten up.
forget what she said... something worldly, I'm sure.. ain't been right, since.

 

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not to undervalue the creamer influences in my life

or lack, thereof.

 

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of course i LOVE heavy, real cream.
I'm cheap
i get the shitty, carnation, mud... but i still miss shitty things, when even they disappear into the shallow depths of the Pacific geyer (sp?).

 

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-grasping at metal straws and paper, or plastic

sooo ever seen the swirling n now, glowing, trash pile, in the ocean, where few of us need to sea, to know it goes on... know the size of a straw... let's focus on boba making great, cocaine vacuums. or... how big are the mondo creamer containers? ever wash one? by hand? is it buoyant? is a straw, bigger than a breadbox? hath not a jew, eyes?
we really creamercan, be that stupid. that milk you just froze... paper, or plastic? those water and quakerades, you just purchased... buoyant? sooo... which takes up more space in your cart?

grasping at fucking straws
gasping for air in shock and awe...

"UNDA DA SEA!"; lil merM... lil disneyfranchised .

 

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japan... fine... forgotten...
y'all had your half-lifes n 15minutes

there air we breathe
allegedly 20% more radient, today.

Chernobyl, recently had a 15min resurrection

it's a good thing we don't sea much about 3mile strands, that isn't available on prime, besides xmen.
it's a good thing our trumps, bushes, ollie's, Kennedys, dicks... never lie to us... wait a minute, i value integrity. did i really besmirch our leaders we voted for? there's no pattern. the pattern is: all human examples of men in power.
think anyone will ever hear the truth about what we've done to each other?
or would one need an open vfw, crowbar of alcohol and the intimacy of an after hours, conversation.
if it's not a question... it doesn't require such a label.

imagine what a little red man could do, were one to come to power. nope... i can't picture shit... I'd have to hear an example of truth to truly picture the horrors, such a person could do, if we gave them the antithesis of balance and the moral collar of hell... what wouldn't a man do, without the threat of repercussion; consequence...
i couldn't hear you. pardon me?
keep handing your birthrights away... the legacies so many have paid the ultimate price in our steads.
keep closing our eyes, knowing it goes on... just not to us... oh, wait.... every time we breathe, we do pay a 20% consequence... every time we tan in the sun... ski.... breathe... and that's just the twenty, which has been admitted to.

transparency
in blinding reactions

 

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we sea on tv
people watch for pleasure
cases of missing children
for a modicum of what comes and goes
we read about princes and princess
killing each other
my hamies wood, ginin the hoppertunity

we know, or suspect
when our ladies, watch court tv, instead of hsn and the orca, network, or bet... OR
and this one, ur gonna love: URBAN tv... might as well have called it nigger slave tv. i know cool people, wealthy people, poor people, who live in urban areas. now, imagine they're white.
not a single white face, Chinese eyes, eskimo nose, irish freckles, latin lovely, terrorist, beaner, white, trailer trash... etc... on any title in that section, as g perused the displayed, aisle. pisses me off.

WE CANNOT AFFORD BIGOTRY, PEOPLE. i don't care what their current share price is... i would boycott them, if i could afford not to shop at a monopoly, vendorpimp, such as Walmart, Google, Amazon, Apple, Samsung. poor Microsoft... the last to pay for genius. unfortunately, when monopoly is played... competition in healthcare, is a small flame, stomped out, by a massive boot, covered in dogshit and the blood of the piled up competing business they've killed.
purchasing power
power
behind greed
sold out employees
because we make deals
with slavers; always have... it's human nature.

 

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could we live off $5 an hour?
with children?
people are going to fuck. end of story. we/i... make questionable choices, every moment, of my being. those child already exist so let's ignore that and float em down a river so the next generation of dodobirds, can lose their last females, too.
so don't believe in a living wage, so long as our cars are shiny and send the gigs of those you could make decent cake, managing, to countries where we can still bang minors, to this day (the u.s., for example)... only... there, as they'll do it, for $5 a week n u lose ur management, 501... it's not really happening sooo... it's ok we hire slavers to do it, so it's not in our back yard and that lovely vase u just broke, from Walmart, made in china... long as it no longer says, "made in the u.s.a.", on it... it never happened... that vase, cost a weeks pay, but only a thought for you... only your business went under because someone sold it cheaper so u may want to glue, instead of hobby lobby, replace because they have another 40% coupon so another indian, may be enslaved.
maybe it's me...
imma lil off, this morning.
let's have a cup o joe.