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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.

In the drama room all is fine and good. Drink up and notice your reflection blur.

Posted by Magic V at October 18, 2024

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I resist BS!

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 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.
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.
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.
Suddenly everything was fantastic again!
Insights just come when they do..

Remove love from the romantic context Love is a gift that nobody can give you.
You can't always trust a donkey!
It is less than you think, as the chips fall, as to storm, to pass, then how long to yearn, empty hearts of violence, a thief lurks by day staring into a window, hardly does the camera see, dirt thrown and nasty screams. Welcome to your eternal forever bound by turbulence like fine hairs of water screaming as pathetic great orcas circle rapidly.
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.
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.

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