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Miss Alister commented on the post, shoulder 5 days, 13 hours ago
“It’s a waste of time lookin’ over your shoulder, Buck,” Pop said. “You already know there’s a herd of folk behind you, better’n you at what you do, just waitin’ to pound you under their hooves, another competitor bites the dust. Speed’s the key Son, which you got, and cleverness, which you don’t, but long as you’re out there smilin’ ahead of the pack, you’ll seal the deal and no one’ll know they got took till the herd come through, and then, chances are folk’ll just be plain confounded by all the blather and tell’em to get the hell outta town.”
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Abra and
Valentin Eni are now friends 1 week, 2 days ago -
Miss Alister commented on the post, ensue 2 weeks, 5 days ago
“Silence will ensue chaos!” the Dealbreaker said – the DB in pinstripes and adverse patterned shirt, tie, handkerchief and socks – floral, polka-dots, plaid, and houndstooth respectively. Does this mean he will be turning out in tan next? Or will he effect in those of us he promised to protect, a monochromatic aberration? I grasp at the colors I can still see and I seem alive – unless I’m typing this in an alternative existence – and yet my brain feels thick and slow and sucking down and down to the sound of the hound…
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Miss Alister commented on the post, clasp 3 weeks, 1 day ago
As I begin my reading, the crowd claps in offset clops, plops of loose pads of flesh, and I dare not look up. I soldier on as the crowd claps with encouraging snaps of taught hands, and so I peek, see their claps are accompanied by amused looks that conflict with the nature of my words, and strobe light visions of at least finishing this debacle begin to stutter and they stop abruptly with a unison jeer, “The word is CLASP, you idiot!”
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Miss Alister commented on the post, planter 3 weeks, 5 days ago
Joe was a planter of peanuts, a Paraguay dirt king, come to Tennessee with his wife and pock-faced kids, farm hands all. They looked like peanuts, smelled like peanuts, ate peanuts–dry roasted and boiled—made peanut oil and flour and made a fortune. “Peanuts is the best thing God ever invented,” says Joe. “Next to peas and beans,” his wife added. Then one tragic day, their newborn went into shock after his first suckling of peanut milk. “Boy’s allergic to peanuts,” the Doc said. “You been foolin round, Wife?” Joe yelled. According to the DNA test, the kid was his but Joe had to deny it, lose his wife or lose his mind.
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Abra posted an update 1 month ago
broke up with cody like over 2 weeks ago, my heart really hurts :(
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Abra posted an update 1 month ago
jokes on me!
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Abra commented on the post, metro 1 month ago
i’m going down to the metro today, to see what there is to see. i’ll be joining colleges and friends. I’ll be presenting, so please stick around, and I’ll be dancing and following a tour, the last one trailing behind. Yes! that’s where you’ll see me, wandering in the pack, and singled out on stage. come see.
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Abra and
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Abra posted an update in the group
They said… 1 month, 3 weeks agoPay attention to whom you share your intimate energy with. Intimacy at this level intertwines your aural energy with the aural energy of the other person. These powerful connections, regardless of how insignificant you think they are, leave spiritual debris, particularly within people who do not practice any type of cleansing, physical, emotional or otherwise. The more you interact intimately with someone, the deeper the connection and the more of their aura is intertwined with yours.
Imagine the confused aura of someone who sleeps with multiple people and carries around these multiple energies? What they may not realize is that others can feel that energy which can repel positive energy and attract negative energy into your life.
I always say, never sleep with someone you wouldn’t want to be.
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Abra posted an update in the group
They said… 1 month, 3 weeks ago“The world is full of magical things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper”
-Anon -
Abra posted an update in the group
They said… 1 month, 3 weeks ago”If you want to become whole, let yourself be partial.
If you want to become straight, let yourself be crooked.
If you want to become full, let yourself be empty.
If you want to be reborn, let yourself die.
If you want to be given everything, give everything up.
The Master, by residing in the Tao, sets an example for all beings.
Because he doesn’t display himself, people can see his light.
Because he has nothing to prove, people can trust his words.
Because he doesn’t know who he is, people recognize themselves in him.
Because he has no goal in mind, everything he does succeeds. When the ancient Masters said, “If you want to be given everything, give everything up,”
they weren’t using empty phrases.
Only in being lived by the Tao can you be truly yourself.”
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Abra posted an update in the group
They said… 1 month, 3 weeks ago“In the end, only three things matter:
how much you loved, how gently you lived,
and how gracefully you let go of things not meant for you.”
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Abra posted an update 1 month, 3 weeks ago
The lust kicks in and I don’t know where to go. I’m stuck in this hole I’ve been digging, this lustful grave of wants and desires and it feels good when the hole’s being filled, but when it’s empty.. only full of needs, I struggle to crawl out, pull myself up and out from the misery so I can run away and find a new place to mettle with. It’s another vicious cycle and I think it’s turning you on…
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Abra and
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Abra and
Sarah are now friends 2 months, 2 weeks ago -
Abra and
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Miss Alister commented on the post, flat 3 months ago
It was a flat scenario all round, about a couple living near the Bonneville salt flats. He’s got a wife beater shirt on, hasn’t washed in days, stinks to high heaven. She’s pretending to be someone she’s not, has on a chic skirt with fine flat seams that she ordered over the phone from Macy’s. Now they’re flat broke. He’s had a few too many flat beers, wants sex. She gives him a flat refusal in a flat, nasal voice. He went flat against his promise that he wouldn’t do it again. At least it was over in 9.89 seconds flat.
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Miss Alister commented on the post, learn 3 months, 1 week ago
You’ve got to learn the language of weird, man.
And that would be…
That, Bro, would be triptific verbiage like broken toes oozing tangoes from past, sad lives and spurring on half-dead bodies along the Thames, dipping in and swirling around one last mouthful of fast living, before fizzling out in the violent fandangos of the holy black tide.
Whoa. I dig it.
Sing it, Dude!
Naw, man.
Why you wretched fowler of syncopated blissternation, you naysaying browser of doomed babes in a vestige of Valhalla, a wunderland of dead gone mirthful Vikings come to reap your dread parts!
Oh pop off your flap jack and dingle pling your jam dang, Assh*le!
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Miss Alister commented on the post, plays 3 months, 1 week ago
They plays with my head theys do, theys tricksy theys is, bloody revenges, bloody for no other reason but bloody, cut-throat barbers, poisonous Andronicuses slitting, cutting, and severing throats, hands, and heads from necks, the roots of horrors runs deeps and gangly, underground, under the sea, under the radar, gruesome drones of dread, terror, atrocity…
They plays with my head theys do, theys chops it off, theys kicks it about in theys Grand Guignol! - Load More
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