I really don't respect people who lie there way into popularity and success.


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It seems like there is a lot of money to be made in:

BUTT EXPANSION TECHNOLOGY

and

BIG BUTT TECH

hooray!
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Compared to a year ago my traffic to my blogs has victorously increased.

Also I am not censored in a country that censors almost everything from the United States.  ?.  Yet I have no knowledge of being an influence. Though some interesting people have noticed me and wow!

Lately England and Japan have interested me.

Also trends in the arts.
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Got dots.

Inside a chair that shrinking feeling

As the chairs move about slowly

They rub against each other selecting

For a small army of thinkers

At shining globes molding from

Overuse

Children in chairs doing numbers

Then a big chair appeared

A great wave did came

And dots were found

Melting on the beach.
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I think there are things more receptive than love..

Love is secondary to more spirited ideas.

Love seems more to do with sacrifice and even problems to gamble on.
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I CAN DO

And so to rise like a slave

From the bondage

To rise and rise


And the wheel turns

There is a new path

Sunlight moves.
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At the library I did a shelfie.


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I'm at the library currently!

Free at last!!!!

This is GREEAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Is the Red Queen a Drug Lord as well as a Lord, as a rebel to 19th century authorities,


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Imagining perfect memories to believe and get nostalgic over..

Oh there is a four leaf clover

Uplifting as anything kind as sunshine

Through a misty fog bank

Into the emarcadero

Where the bankers grow.


To a Mary Poppins

Life is like a perfect

Remember leaping wonder girls

Bright flowers, giggling, smiling, leaping

A time of merriment and wonders

Cute romances and fantasy

The false memories.
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I hope America never heads forwards socialism again and I prefer a split party government.


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Setting: Inside a dark, echoing bathroom plumbing line, right before a major flushing event.Urine: (Splashing aggressively against the ceramic walls) Look at you, slacking off as usual! I’m in and out of here six times a day, keeping this body filtered and clean. You show up once—maybe twice if the human had a fiber bar—and expect a standing ovation. You're slow, you're heavy, and you take forever to get ready!Poop: (Thudding heavily into the water, sending up a massive splash) Slow? It’s called craftsmanship, you watery amateur! You’re just 95% water and a little bit of leftover urea. You require zero effort. I am the grand finale of a 24-hour digestive masterpiece! I represent the steak, the potatoes, the complex carbohydrates! I have structure. I have presence.Urine: Presence? You mean odor! You completely ruin the atmosphere the second you walk into the room. People have to light matches and turn on exhaust fans just to survive your presence. When I arrive, it’s a quick, polite zip and a wash of the hands. I am civilized.Poop: Oh, don't act so pure. You turn bright neon yellow if the human takes a single multivitamin! And let's talk about urgency—you make the human panic and run like a maniac just because a movie ran over two hours. I have discipline. I give a polite, rumbling warning hours in advance.Urine: (Steaming slightly) I am the frontline defense of the kidneys! Without me, the system shuts down from toxic buildup in days. You're just the stuff the body couldn't even use. You're literally the leftovers!Poop: Leftovers? I am the ultimate metric of gut health! Doctors study my shape, my color, and my consistency on a chart like it's fine art. No one is out here making a "Bristol Stool Chart" for your boring splash patterns.The Toilet Handle: (CLANK)Urine: (Swirling rapidly in circles) Uh oh. Here comes the swirl!Poop: (Sinking into the vortex) See you in the septic tank, water-boy!