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We love ourselves too often and need reach out much more often. It is a social responsibility and it effects the environment also.

Free sex changes for everyone at the opera. She will sing all night long.

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Free sex changes for everyone at the opera. She will sing all night long.

I believe it possible that the bombing over Gaza can be seen in two ways at the same time. One: is it being a military goal, that you don't know and they can't share because of secrecy in military being normal. Two human responses are very normal, I being a bit sensitive to the sight of blood have a bad reaction.
Words are words, I have heard them formed, words to do so much, in the name of power, in the name of love, human ambition knows no bounds, we see it coming, the dark looming clouds.
I am still caught between worlds, a burbbling pool of lost innocence, yet returning from the hole, my life renewed and slightly dirty, looked upon a if an apparition glowing green in brightest sun beams, and shattered glass cleaned from cement and chalk from abandoned black boards that read of bloody shame, the frozen bodies of youth and black spots of death upon the rest of em, and setting suns for years blaze across the earth for plants and birds and the grave yards on Colma Hills.
Suddenly everything was fantastic again!
Writing poems and such during times of war produces some interesting work, but becomes intense for me the writer and then not my pal as a writer. War means death and human suffering that words can't capture. Perhaps the film Apocolypse Now is the best glimse we will ever have.
You can't always trust a donkey!
The war in Ukraine is very important currently. Any help at this moment will be double for them. Don't wait, your help will make a difference.
Insights just come when they do..

Remove love from the romantic context Love is a gift that nobody can give you.
I was right again, but I am not in love with being right, I want to swim in only your opinions. Sew me into the fabric, and turn me into a wheel, then spin me and turn me, till the moon is my mistress.
For beauty had a possibility

Was it her fault or what The lame finger is fresh The sound is a loneliness A faight like death We are the flowers of enchantment...

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