I meet a fine Lady, too late in my life Can play an ugly part To entice and excite my loins Dr. Beh is going away bbbb Ne'er to lie another day was just a bore and a whore music is healing nothing but a big fat snore purple adult spots dance across the ceiling The tip of my tounge is not sharp, But it is split into to two. Or is this world much too sublime? I am no longer in my prime, Just like a soda and lime I'm never going to take a leak again chocolate because my eye is gouged with a pen fanny pack wet drink fifty times longer than she was corduroy rumbledethumbs who in the world do you think?
Laura Silverman Jimmy Pesto's younger twin sons , who are overly-attached to each other. They're occasionally suggested to be attracted to each other. Being separated from each other. Mistaking one twin for the other. Andy wears a dark mustard yellow shirt while Ollie wears a sky blue shirt.
At whatever level we study it--relationships between individuals, new names for sports clubs, the human admixture at cocktail parties, in the police, on the directing boards of national or private banks--decolonization is quite simply the replacing of a certain "species" of men by another "species" of men. Without any period of transition, there is a total, complete, and absolute substitution. It is true that we could equally well stress the rise of a new nation, the setting up of a new state, its diplomatic relations, and its economic and political trends. But we have precisely chosen to speak of that kind of tabula rasa which characterizes at the outset all decolonization.
Tweet by Hank Pellissier Is clothing crushing us? Are we trapped in tomb-like textiles, exiling our flesh from experiencing the environment? Are we atrophying our epidermis, our senses, our neuro-intelligence?
For some strange reason, stories of groups of people that claim superiority over others always makes me think about how miniscule this planet is in the universe. Earth doesn't even qualify as a spec of dust within our own Milky Way Galaxy, let alone the countless trillions of other galaxies in the observable universe. To think that on this tiny microbe of a dot in space there are little creatures crawling around on the surface that are convinced of their own superiority always makes me chuckle.