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Ran againWere Done.
¨I were done,¨
said the boy.
Where did cubey go?
the boy drew many
Was Pete and Jay
Jay said to Pete
¨Get up off yer feet!¨
Go in and meet
Some nice ol mary daisy.¨
Then Pete said ¨Sure¨
He got off the floor
And ran to the door
Shouting ¨This time I may
Just go crazy.¨
Low and behold
Pete found his gold
And proceeded to have a baby....
Well, not physically but he
got someone to be his wife
I Am.I´m outta here.
To Greece I will go
Meet me there
After I have grown.
A Man I will become.
Maybe you will join me
On my fertile patch of land.
Let´s get married
Once I am a man.
Don´t worry about the baby
The trees that encircle my land
Will protect her and give her company
For this is my Space of Love.
The Beloved and Us.Around the earth
Blows the breath of God.
beloved and adored
Are all given boundless power.
Through the power of the heart
They were given all the universe
To govern and command.
Ancients were they
And they loved and cared well
For all the Earth
Children of the Earth,
Beloved of the Father
the fire of love
Their holy name
Boundless were the Ancient´s joy
Until the Great Insanity began.
And here we are today
Is this the end?
Have we lost our joy?
Have we lost,
What it is that we treasure most:
No matter how much we suppress or subdue
The heart´s impulses
It will always remain
Across the universe
Spanning all the Earth
Embracing everyone´s potential
Loving all for who they ARE
I will try,
Interview of a dandelion.INTERVIEW EXCLUSIVE!!!
The following interview is the weed´s first say on the matter.
20 Q and A with a dandelion.
Q: ¨What are your views on 9/11?¨
Dandelion: ¨I don´t know really. I am, after all, a dandelion. ¨
Q: ¨What would you do if someone pulled out your neighbor but NOT you?¨
Dandelion: ¨Considering that I am, after all, a dandelion, I´d say that that would upset me dearly.¨
Q: ¨What would you have to say about global warming?¨
Dandelion: ¨Well, I would say I do appreciate the hurricanes as they do disperse my seeds well. I am, after all, just a dandelion.¨
Q: ¨What´s your favourite colour?¨
Dandelion: ¨I´d have to say yellow.¨
Q: ¨What religion do you follow?
Hopes and dreams.A day and a night.
A breeze of a wind
Soldiers marching on
Daylight creeping out
Singing of an ancient time
When the song was still the same
Marching in the gloomy days
When streets were lined with slime
Calling out and pleading
With the mists of space and time
She hears me all too clearly
But space and time sink deep
Walking through the jungle
And I see a light ahead
A shack built sound of timber
InappropriateThe walls are now closer
"Hold me" I say
And a tear wells
Sliding, falling down my face
A tear falls
A tear falls
Soothing is a tear
Opeaning is a tear
A tear is the heart's greatest compassion
I said to hold
Me, a hopeless
Don't disillusion yourself
"But I want her"
Will you cry with me?
But that was then
I am not sad
This heart is filled with peace
A letter to the public
This is not for her
If you are wondering
If only you knew
Know only this
I will stay
My heart agrees
There is no other way.
Sub, missionCharmeleon says:
Today is Three of the past clock fifteen.
Wass a turtle?
BULBASOAR into the sky with a feathered wing, and behold...
Lost the plot times 10!!!!
Seriosly, though, the, point, is, no , ONE, COMMENTED ON TOMMOROW WE RISE OR THE WET. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEAPLE!!! dnt u no genius wn u c it?
Spice of smell, voice of bells Faraway, the spice is gone without. The wonderous golden life is with the ocean, and I am but a river.
But carried on the wind, sometimes a speck, or two bells land together, and then the voice, lovely, wonderous, unpredictable.
A great space between me and the leaf, the sparkling rain forest. The sun comes out, and all the raindrops become mirrors of the sun.
Mud and the stars, where I am the mud.
I am unwanted, trampled by animals and washed off by men.
She is the stars, no ladder to reach-
-"DREAMING!" mud thinks.
Here are two eyes, outshining the stars.
~ Unique Human - Izaya Orihara x Reader ~
"Oh, [Name]-chaaan~" The raven-haired informant's voice rang throughout the large room. No answer. A small grin appeared on your face as you heard him get up from his chair and approach the sofa you were currently occupying. Stopping directly in front of you, a pair of crimson eyes bore down at you.
"Hello Izaya-kuuun~" You finally answered, mocking him in a sing-song voice.
"Where is it?"
"What on Earth could you be referring to, Izaya-kun?" You asked, trying to hide a smile from your boyfriend's obviously irritated state.
"My cell phone, [Name]-chan. Where did you put it this time?"
From the very first moment you met him, Izaya took every possible opportunity he had to annoy or tease you in one way or another.
After a month or so of his relentless tactics, you decided to start giving him a taste of his own medicine by getting a certain angry, street sign wielding ex-bartender to catch the informant off-guard.
Claiming you were an 'exceptionally interesting human', you slowly d
Porker's Pig-Out Palace pt. 1Marisa hesitated, anxious suddenly, before opening the doors. She looked down at the keys in her hand, trying to get past this nervousness, playfully pinching the meat of her fat, flabby belly with the other. She shouldn't be so nervous, she knew this club perfectly, she'd worked here for a good six months, this should be easy.
Only, it wasn't, because what was behind that door was new. It was hers now, and she had plans.
For a second, she just stood there, nervous, but all of those concerns flew away only seconds after opening the door. She just looked, wide-eyed, and excited now. It was better than she'd imagined. Not finished yet, though, it just didn't seem quite done, she couldn't tell why. Eh, she'd figure it out later. She called back out the door, "Come on in here, Gwen, check it out!"
A few seconds later, Gwen came in, bigger than ever, looking positively massive as she playfully dragged the giggling mass of the helpless, struggling former manager of Porker's, Jo
Cheryl's Night ClubbingCheryl smiled when she accepted her third drink, a long island iced tea, her favorite, from a lusty young man passing her by, but winced when she sat back down, accutely aware of how close these shorts were coming to non-existance.
Her rump, overfed and under-worked, fattened up through a consistent theme of overindulgence and relaxation, was terrorizing the seams of these soft, fabric boyshort panties she let masquerade as club attire. She could feel her overfed stomach, fat and well-tended, pressing in front of her, sagging down just a bit more than she was okay with.
She clutched the drink to her chest tightly, pressing it between the plump, generous globes of her chest, resting the bottom of the glass on the convenient swell of her soft stomach, shivering a bit as the cold, icy glass came in contact with the exposed area of her cleavage. She set her back against the wall behind the bench, sliding down, slowly, praying the stitches would stay together, until she felt her cheeks maki
Good Ol' Days - TGThings were getting rather tough for Nick Kellins. At the ripe old age of 49, the big fifty was looming over his head. A bad construction injury left him rather immobile and confined to a wheelchair. His four kids had all but abandoned him due to the constant attention he needed; at least that’s what he told himself to ease the pain. Nick’s once thick blonde hair had faded to a dull gray, mostly from stress and the meds he was taking to help with said stress.
He let out a cough as he wheeled himself over to the dining room table which had the mornings newspaper sprawled over it. The old college he had attended was celebrating their recent football championship win and was headlining the news.
“What I wouldn’t do to go back in time and do it all over again…” he sighed while reading over the article.
Nick kept reading while sipping at his mug of fresh brewed coffee. The more he read into the article the more he wished he could be there-- as one of the
Porker's Pig-Out Palace pt. 2The girls spent an extra forty minutes in The Cheesecake Factory before they were recovered enough to get back to Marisa's car, both of them groaning in unison as they collapsed backwards into Marisa's Mini Cooper, their combined weight lowering the car dramatically.
They spent the next fifteen minutes scrambling around, trying to find some measure of comfort in the hopelessly cramped space, and failing miserably. Marisa was fine, the car had been altered to fit her, but Gwen was struggling, her thunderous thighs spreading wide under the pressure of her almost perfectly spherical stomach and proud, heavy bosom, too wide for the passenger's seat. She didn't seem able to accept this fact, though, trying everything she could to get the door closed, with all of her massive, fleshy rump contained within the car, repeatedly trying to pull it closed, until Marisa spoke up, “Hey... Gwen? Yeaaaaaaah, maybe you should just get in the back seat?”
Gwen tried a few more times, wincing i
Porker's Pig-Out Palace pt. 4And so the girls went, in a slightly different order than they were announced.
Lexi went first, her routine little changed from her older one, Aerosmith blaring, her fat, fleshy body writhing, flab jiggling in time to the sounds of guitar, more gymnastically at the beginning of her set, less so as the songs played on. It was getting difficult by the end, and the reason was clear, it was because of those little pauses she'd take every few seconds, grabbing food from the conveyor belt, working it into her act as smoothly as she could, eating more and more, and letting her fullness be seen by everyone, her belly proudly bulging forward, her hands rubbing across it, massaging it, looking for relief, and finding a bit as she made herself belch, audible even over Steven Tyler's wailing. There was no pause in the act there, she reached immediately to the conveyor belt, looking to fill what space the air had just vacated, cramming a cookie into the space between her breasts, leaning her head c
Porker's Pig-Out Palace pt. 7Marisa didn't sleep well that night.
She tossed and turned all night, trying to settle her mind, to make all the little pieces fit nicely next to each other, but it didn't seem to happen. She was angry, at John, at Miracle, at herself for letting her emotions get the better of her. She couldn't sleep, not restfully, at least.
Nine thirty rolled around, and she was where she was supposed to be, in her office, ready for Miracle to walk in, but she looked rough. Her hair and make-up were askew, her outfit wasn't co-ordinated the way it usually was. She looked less like a domineering matriarch, and more like a stressed secretary, four years deep into a fast food binge.
And this was what Miracle saw when she came in, sitting on the other side of the desk, her eyes wide in terror as a fat, serious-looking woman stared back at her.
Miracle reflexively shrank back, "I-I'm sorry..."
Marisa shook her head, "It's not important. So. What happened to you yesterday?"
"I-I panicked." M
Porker's Pig-Out Palace pt. 5Two months after that fantastic opening night, all good feelings Marisa had ever had about where she was going with Porker's had officially evaporated.
She rolled over in bed, slapping her alarm clock as she did so. She didn't want to go to work, she just didn't. Work meant not knowing what to do, or how to talk about it, even. Gwen knew the situation, that conversation happened yesterday.
She rolled over in her covers, remembering back to how that had gone...
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
It was 10 AM, the restaurant didn't open for another hour and a half, and Gwen had come bursting into her office, wanting to know about... something.
She couldn't remember why Gwen had come in, and Gwen hadn't either, forgetting the instant she'd seen her friend looking a mess, all disheveled and half asleep on a desk scattered with papers.
Gwen had been worried, “'Rissa? Are you... okay? Did you sleep here?”
She'd woken up, but she was a long way from alert, mumbling as Gwen moved towards her, waddl
MercyOh sweet God how the grassland
ignites in moonlight tonight
I must thank you for creating
her tangled fingers' slow pace
through the handsome rain Her
trochaic kinesthesia to rhythms
in Stravinsky's The Rite of
Spring Is this how you meant
for us to love you Yahweh
Tumbling clumsily down hills
of sheets into perpetually
immutable silence I could love
you like that I think I've been
practicing on this Savanna
for days and months Lost in
her crystal canvas Rolling crests
and troughs And when she touches
me Oh fair Lord I'm dragged into
your city past Gethsemane's
pulsing green and gold
Please hold us together
under this luminous stretch
Oh Father We are live
unclothed Our reflections awash
with the skin of your sun
Blood BrothersBrookie always holds my hand when we cross the street. She's never given a reason for it, she just does it. It's become this unspoken rule with us that whenever we cross the street together, she slips her hand in mine and I lace my fingers through hers and we walk hand-in-hand until we reach the other side and she drops her hand and we both wipe our palms on our jeans. Brookie's a little scared of crossing the street. Her poppa died in a car crash when we were six. He was a pedestrian. She's never gotten over it.
Brookie is my best friend going on sixteen years now, which is pretty impressive considering we're both sixteen. We don't have some cute little story about how we were born in the same hospital on the same day or about how our mothers were best friends long before they were pregnant with us and somehow passed on that bond while we were still in utero. No, Brookie and I met the same way ever
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