dates and hats and rhine mclin,
british accent tell the papers
water comes and went
politics have useless ground and windmills help the earth
without idiots we would not be a pile of ignorant dirt
The mayor is proud the mayor is loud. The mayor drinks coffee on Sunday the mayor missed your call the mayor has a heart of paper and glass through spectacles that last. Mayor knows all. Mayor is proud.
Well I actually don’t think my town has a mayor. We have a guy who’s like the head of the town council and he’s elected by people on the board I guess. When I think about a mayor, I actually think about the mayor in Powerpuff Girls, how weird is that? He’s the short guy who’s always with the mysterious tall woman in a red dress. Mayors remind me of Uncle Sam and a guy with a big hat. They don’t strike me as particularly great people. Oh well. I guess mayors are cool.
Who is this mayor person.do they have anything to do really? sometimes i feel like this is just an appearance thing. a low brow queen of england. telling its subjects that everything will be ok. but will verything be ok. i dont know. and either does the mayor.
Mayor Johnson of purpleville, was elected 4 years ago and is still leading our town strong. Some say he’s selfish, some say he dictates, i say, hes the best thing thats ever happened to this town. I should know, im his assistant.
A large, round, brusque man walked to the microphone. He seemed to gather up his words before he spoke, they were buried deep within his large frame. As a man who’d done his job well, but maybe a bit too long for the liking of newer folks, he gave speeches out of a certain duty and not because he overly enjoyed addressing the shapeless public.
The mayor of the town looked around at the people gathered in the square. Mentally, he reminded himself that these people looked up to him, trusted him to do the right thing. Drawing in a deep breath, he opened his mouth and began to speak.
the mayor of the town was missing. his family was concerned becuase he wasn’t the type to be given over to whim and just… disappear. It had been 24 hours since anyone has heard from him. there had been signs that something had changed…
He is the chief of our community! He makes everything work properly and smoothly. He is gentle with all the people. He finds solutions to all problems for the betterment of his citizens.
the boss, the head. someone who people ignore. a job i’d never want. the face of a city. the one is responsible, the one who gets the blame. it’s hard to be a good man. who i vote for you? i’m not sure. what can or can’t you do?
I know the mayor of our little town. She’s a lot like me: a divorced parent with a child who just graduated from high school. She also works full-time as an office employee–a job that has nothing to do with her mayorship. She’s a regular person who got involved in going to meetings to see what was going on where she lived, and she decided she could do a better job. I appreciate that, and I like where she’s taking this town. She’s broken through the Good ol’ Boy network to become the leader we needed, not the leader we’ve always had.
The mayor proclaimed to the whole town. He looked everybody in the eye, every single person. Each person saw a different story in his eyes, a different feeling. But when he stood up straighter and began his tale, each person saw the connections whirling together into one explanation
The mayor was a large man, which contrasted sharply with his effeminate mannerisms. When he was first elected, the women of the town were proud. Such a strong man. Protecting their little town. But as time progressed, they grew disenchanted with his laxidasical approach to teen hooliganism.
of the town was very upset. his daughter was getting into a lot of trouble recently. she was mixing in wththe wrong crowd and it wasnt good. she was selling all of her clothes and buying new edyg ones with studs and names of foreign bands he’d never heard of before. the mayor put an end to this by putting her into lockdown, but soon one of her rebellious friends found out where she was being kept and stole her away. the mayor was quite mad and said that he was going to disinherit her. but in reality he set up a pragmatic search party and looked for her day and night. she was never found.
I stepped before him, eyes downcast, hands and face covered in blackberry juice. The mayor was a rugged hard looking man with silver hair and a crooked nose, huge and terrifying to my 6 year old mind. How was I ever going to get out of this one?
“The mayor would congratulate us and…” Oliver said
“No. Dont be stupid!” I begged “please Olly, this is serious!” My face fell, i though i could trust him but yet, i tell him and he takes the p**s. I love him so much and he doesn’t care.
He was a tall fellow. Every time I saw him, I could have sworn that apart from his black tailcoat, he was only made of skin and bones, almost like a skeleton. Whenever I saw him, he would always smile knowingly at me. It was strange… It’s as if he could read my mind. Nevertheless, I always smiled back… albeit a little nervously.
El Mayor Grande. A pretty title. But what does it mean? I dunno. It seemed appropriate for a cactus at the time. They’re so pointy and pompous looking and all spiky and weird. At least, I think so. No one ever seems to agree with me on my names …. Dunno why a name like Mr. Spiky is deemed to be so much better by people at large. I mean, where’s the originality? And the ranking. All plants should be ranked.
A mayor is someone who runs a city. I live in Amsterdam. Our mayor is Jewish. It’s some sort of unspoken tradition to have a jewish mayor. Our mayor lives in a very beautiful building. The mayor’s building
Mayor Banks doesn’t walks the streets–
the filthy city streets.
no walking in stride in step with the beats
of the rolling streets
streets with hills like SF or maybe Boston or maybe Seattle
He spends each day in a lazy lounge chair
laying back watching the city from his office window
knowing everything about the city but nothing simultaneously
knowing it like a math problem or a complicated equation
but not like a food that he can taste
or a sweet aroma for smelling.
Only cold dead numbers and architecture are what he sees
and so he does not live in the city–
Only in himself.
Mayor of Indy that is what I am often called, I am not sure that it is good thing to be branded as mayor, i would rather be known as the queen, mayors dont have to be liked and they care, queens dont really care they just get to have fun
He stands above us, lording his fortress of marble and gold, keeping secrets none should know. He irrationally hates us, paranoid that we might come in and steal all that he has kept hidden. He fears us, and shows it by exerting massive power over us. And we do nothing.
I am the mayor of my life. I am on a budget to control the resources that I have. I want optimize the utilization of the these resources to become a King from a Mayor. Cool Aint it
Mayor. Mayor of what? Of the city? In my country we call it “akim”. Most of them are ridiculously rich and greedy. No good associations for now. Seriously.
The mayor of Townsville is very short. His assistant, I don’t know what the hell her name was or if she was even really his assistant, has no face, just a lot of boobage. It is really fucking intense. Like, seriously. How long do I have to do this? This is tedious. It’s been a minute, right? Come on. Seriously? Still? Almost done… Almoooooost…
As the crowd moved forward they pushed ahead of them their locally elected Mayor. He had stood and made speeches for years without earning their respect or his fees. Now he would have to talk the town out of some serious trouble, or die in the attempt.
mAYOR OF THE sTUILSTATOWN IS A VERY DISTURBED PERSON. hES ALWAYS WEARING PURPLE-GREEN FLAT PANEL ON HIS BACK, FOR COLLECTING THE ENERGY OF THE TREES HE SAYS. mAYBE HES NOT CRAZY AFTER ALL..
Sitting in your office, legs crossed, or maybe feet up on the desk, knees overlapping. You’re wearing that tie today, the cornflower blue one, and everything in me wants to reach out and tug it.
mayor. i don’t know who the mayor of delaware is. wait. is it jack markell? i think i spelled that wrong. i’m so tired. why am i even doing this? it’s 5:00 in the morning. lol. that reminds me of t-pains song. that was my alarm ringtone & now i hate it.
I really have no idea who the mayor of my city is. I feel like his name starts with an M but I’m not sure. I lied. There it is. Milobar. A little while ago there was a bake sale where people made their best dessert bars and the winner’s bar was named the ‘Milobar’ in honour of the mayor. Kinda cheesy. I have no idea who won.
dates and hats and rhine mclin,
british accent tell the papers
water comes and went
politics have useless ground and windmills help the earth
without idiots we would not be a pile of ignorant dirt
The mayor is proud the mayor is loud. The mayor drinks coffee on Sunday the mayor missed your call the mayor has a heart of paper and glass through spectacles that last. Mayor knows all. Mayor is proud.
Well I actually don’t think my town has a mayor. We have a guy who’s like the head of the town council and he’s elected by people on the board I guess. When I think about a mayor, I actually think about the mayor in Powerpuff Girls, how weird is that? He’s the short guy who’s always with the mysterious tall woman in a red dress. Mayors remind me of Uncle Sam and a guy with a big hat. They don’t strike me as particularly great people. Oh well. I guess mayors are cool.
Mayor ….hmmm. Willie Brown was the last one I cared for . The rest have been dorks. Lazy dorks at that!
Who is this mayor person.do they have anything to do really? sometimes i feel like this is just an appearance thing. a low brow queen of england. telling its subjects that everything will be ok. but will verything be ok. i dont know. and either does the mayor.
Mayor Johnson of purpleville, was elected 4 years ago and is still leading our town strong. Some say he’s selfish, some say he dictates, i say, hes the best thing thats ever happened to this town. I should know, im his assistant.
the mayor of this town was me. it was a short dream, but good nonetheless. i did whatever i wanted and no one opposed.
the end
A large, round, brusque man walked to the microphone. He seemed to gather up his words before he spoke, they were buried deep within his large frame. As a man who’d done his job well, but maybe a bit too long for the liking of newer folks, he gave speeches out of a certain duty and not because he overly enjoyed addressing the shapeless public.
The mayor of the town looked around at the people gathered in the square. Mentally, he reminded himself that these people looked up to him, trusted him to do the right thing. Drawing in a deep breath, he opened his mouth and began to speak.
the mayor of the town was missing. his family was concerned becuase he wasn’t the type to be given over to whim and just… disappear. It had been 24 hours since anyone has heard from him. there had been signs that something had changed…
He is the chief of our community! He makes everything work properly and smoothly. He is gentle with all the people. He finds solutions to all problems for the betterment of his citizens.
the boss, the head. someone who people ignore. a job i’d never want. the face of a city. the one is responsible, the one who gets the blame. it’s hard to be a good man. who i vote for you? i’m not sure. what can or can’t you do?
I know the mayor of our little town. She’s a lot like me: a divorced parent with a child who just graduated from high school. She also works full-time as an office employee–a job that has nothing to do with her mayorship. She’s a regular person who got involved in going to meetings to see what was going on where she lived, and she decided she could do a better job. I appreciate that, and I like where she’s taking this town. She’s broken through the Good ol’ Boy network to become the leader we needed, not the leader we’ve always had.
The mayor proclaimed to the whole town. He looked everybody in the eye, every single person. Each person saw a different story in his eyes, a different feeling. But when he stood up straighter and began his tale, each person saw the connections whirling together into one explanation
The mayor was a large man, which contrasted sharply with his effeminate mannerisms. When he was first elected, the women of the town were proud. Such a strong man. Protecting their little town. But as time progressed, they grew disenchanted with his laxidasical approach to teen hooliganism.
of the town was very upset. his daughter was getting into a lot of trouble recently. she was mixing in wththe wrong crowd and it wasnt good. she was selling all of her clothes and buying new edyg ones with studs and names of foreign bands he’d never heard of before. the mayor put an end to this by putting her into lockdown, but soon one of her rebellious friends found out where she was being kept and stole her away. the mayor was quite mad and said that he was going to disinherit her. but in reality he set up a pragmatic search party and looked for her day and night. she was never found.
I stepped before him, eyes downcast, hands and face covered in blackberry juice. The mayor was a rugged hard looking man with silver hair and a crooked nose, huge and terrifying to my 6 year old mind. How was I ever going to get out of this one?
“The mayor would congratulate us and…” Oliver said
“No. Dont be stupid!” I begged “please Olly, this is serious!” My face fell, i though i could trust him but yet, i tell him and he takes the p**s. I love him so much and he doesn’t care.
He was a tall fellow. Every time I saw him, I could have sworn that apart from his black tailcoat, he was only made of skin and bones, almost like a skeleton. Whenever I saw him, he would always smile knowingly at me. It was strange… It’s as if he could read my mind. Nevertheless, I always smiled back… albeit a little nervously.
can town
El Mayor Grande. A pretty title. But what does it mean? I dunno. It seemed appropriate for a cactus at the time. They’re so pointy and pompous looking and all spiky and weird. At least, I think so. No one ever seems to agree with me on my names …. Dunno why a name like Mr. Spiky is deemed to be so much better by people at large. I mean, where’s the originality? And the ranking. All plants should be ranked.
A mayor is someone who runs a city. I live in Amsterdam. Our mayor is Jewish. It’s some sort of unspoken tradition to have a jewish mayor. Our mayor lives in a very beautiful building. The mayor’s building
Mayor Banks doesn’t walks the streets–
the filthy city streets.
no walking in stride in step with the beats
of the rolling streets
streets with hills like SF or maybe Boston or maybe Seattle
He spends each day in a lazy lounge chair
laying back watching the city from his office window
knowing everything about the city but nothing simultaneously
knowing it like a math problem or a complicated equation
but not like a food that he can taste
or a sweet aroma for smelling.
Only cold dead numbers and architecture are what he sees
and so he does not live in the city–
Only in himself.
Mayor of Indy that is what I am often called, I am not sure that it is good thing to be branded as mayor, i would rather be known as the queen, mayors dont have to be liked and they care, queens dont really care they just get to have fun
He stands above us, lording his fortress of marble and gold, keeping secrets none should know. He irrationally hates us, paranoid that we might come in and steal all that he has kept hidden. He fears us, and shows it by exerting massive power over us. And we do nothing.
He knew what dreams were made of – after all… he was the mayor of Wonderland.
Mayor walked into the office.
Another day is waiting for that person.
‘When is my payday?’
I am the mayor of my life. I am on a budget to control the resources that I have. I want optimize the utilization of the these resources to become a King from a Mayor. Cool Aint it
Mayor. Mayor of what? Of the city? In my country we call it “akim”. Most of them are ridiculously rich and greedy. No good associations for now. Seriously.
The mayor of Townsville is very short. His assistant, I don’t know what the hell her name was or if she was even really his assistant, has no face, just a lot of boobage. It is really fucking intense. Like, seriously. How long do I have to do this? This is tedious. It’s been a minute, right? Come on. Seriously? Still? Almost done… Almoooooost…
As the crowd moved forward they pushed ahead of them their locally elected Mayor. He had stood and made speeches for years without earning their respect or his fees. Now he would have to talk the town out of some serious trouble, or die in the attempt.
mAYOR OF THE sTUILSTATOWN IS A VERY DISTURBED PERSON. hES ALWAYS WEARING PURPLE-GREEN FLAT PANEL ON HIS BACK, FOR COLLECTING THE ENERGY OF THE TREES HE SAYS. mAYBE HES NOT CRAZY AFTER ALL..
I need be happy. And you? What you need? They people need money, it’s bad. We need
love and friends.
happy
I
sad
house
horse
flower
apple
strawberry
life
live
mother
food
sleep
tired
friends
TV watched
Sitting in your office, legs crossed, or maybe feet up on the desk, knees overlapping. You’re wearing that tie today, the cornflower blue one, and everything in me wants to reach out and tug it.
We don’t have a mayor here in China. Or maybe we do. i really don’t know.
The mayor of any part of this universe keeps a really great significance in not only management but in all the other affairs too.
mayor. i don’t know who the mayor of delaware is. wait. is it jack markell? i think i spelled that wrong. i’m so tired. why am i even doing this? it’s 5:00 in the morning. lol. that reminds me of t-pains song. that was my alarm ringtone & now i hate it.
I really have no idea who the mayor of my city is. I feel like his name starts with an M but I’m not sure. I lied. There it is. Milobar. A little while ago there was a bake sale where people made their best dessert bars and the winner’s bar was named the ‘Milobar’ in honour of the mayor. Kinda cheesy. I have no idea who won.
duty
comunicate
important
something
life
once
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