A lighter form of the word "gross". Something I might say if I passed by a large puddle of brightly lit purplish vomit which someone just tripped and landed on.
We love ourselves too often and need reach out much more often. It is a social responsibility and it effects the environment also.
I'm capable in thinking angels exist.
That it is my hope that when they visit they go home soon.
Angels work in ways we can not understand.
Angels work in ways we can not understand.
The mice will be gone when the sun rises
Those who wish to change can
Or they can try bench pressing
Never become something
As something don't actually happen
While some things are persistent
And even cause stains to happen.
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