Dog goD 8Hate
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I drove to the mall today, the only place to buy razor blades, and contended with a heap of madness.
A Merry Exit
The Xmas clan, a shrinking contingent of Santa's friends, contended for singular status,
Oh the moon in its invidious state of affair as I grapple with my slumber's adamant bee- queathal, and, as it stings
my Emily Dickson Encomium
SiR: the context is in the tone... this train has that... a big... mEATy... ENGINE... a 'fierce-throated beauty! ' and that can pull through mordant trials, up tracks that contend sacred cast, and
OkCupid: Response to... ...
You're into ... Cognitive Science? Dear soul:
Max? ? ? Come on Max, you can't feign finesse it concurs immutable rules, and ...
. . . ... Your Party
Hot Day, Hot Words, Hot Dog!
Bizarre how canny the uncanny; they paint their house white but with black paint: irony... flagrance for a heated fight!
Years a subject of deprivation's vocation - talent to deny - shall I speak of distant design beyond this adamant 'NOW, ' where,
Pontificate stealthy and ''wise? '' the words glossed with sweet style. Stand in the light of a dark-world's candle, alight at both ends.
Gross Irony Acknowledged
I know, it's not you, it's not me... who can see?
A Voluptuous Dance in Acerbic Display
The voluptuous dance of a lady can be seen at this site – various steps: jigs, twists, plentiful pirouettes
My Dirty House
Many are flying south... migration is suitable for many/ many engage due to/for money riddles don't annoy and impunity
Clear Water Here!
Enticing forms numerous, even to me, daily send bait of bane for suckers - the sea of fickle fools.
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(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994)
I drove to the mall today,
the only place to buy
razor blades, and contended
with a heap of madness.
People everywhere seeking to
keep firm the design as money
went for money’s method and
I merely the Good News(Gillette) .
I spoke to several shoppers along
with some clerks in a most
apt expression, yet my silence
provoked silent reproach and even
audible utterance inferring “Merry
Xmas Humbug and we like you too! '
I showed them how to “marry” Christmas
in a precise witness of Jesus.
They didn’t know him, not one! ...