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the breaths count down to the appointed time;
the breaths count down to the appointed time; gasp or aria, the number remains the same. shut up, my friend, and prolong your quandary; maybe, sir, you have time for your laundry? go watch your fate spin past your careful … Continue reading
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The theocrats are appealing as fragrant shit;
The theocrats are appealing as fragrant shit; The smug and self righteous are always a big hit! Politicians who preach in the name of their God, have fat cheeks full of foul crap instead of the Word. The dull and … Continue reading
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Freedom is just another word to break…
Freedom is just another word to break our teeth upon; Mouthing such marble slogans insults the downtrodden! We are so thoroughly brainwashed of all intelligence, Politics has nothing at all to do with common sense. We must admit we have … Continue reading
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We are crying to our Lord and Master without peer
We are crying to our lord and master without peer: all but his long curly hair is small and cheap beer. We have lit a candle to his blazing presence, and written many a ghazal about his essence. We can’t … Continue reading
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each thought, word and deed…
each thought, word and deed is the past making the future; only in the present does spirit inspire dumb nature. billions of times the mind sprouts a seed to form a body, which lives and grows and serves yet again … Continue reading
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we yearn for the right to decide…
we yearn for the right to decide our political fate, but can we resolve who we are in our philistine state? one man one vote amounts to nothing for the ignorant: numeric democracy does not promote the elegant. when our … Continue reading
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The eternal beloved lives in our hearts…
The eternal beloved lives in our hearts and minds; his body lies entombed in his samadhi shrine. We go there to prostrate before what lies within: we find his presence when we surrender all sin. When the beast that snarls … Continue reading
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Hanuman, the courageous mind…
Hanuman, the courageous mind, says Ram, Ram, Ram: all of his fantastic wit and strength is from love’s charm! The monkey god makes us all look like stupid fools, even if we have advanced degrees from the best schools. He … Continue reading
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The pretender plays not to love…
The pretender plays not to love pure and natural, but blunders his part with repetitive babble. To require an audience is the most basic mistake: the insecure demand a show to conceal what is fake. Cogent rapport is well timed … Continue reading
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the story of our nation is based on exceptional tragedy;
[cincopa AUHAAb6RxbCt]the story of our nation is based on exceptional tragedy; our blood soaked bravery proudly waves the flag of cupidity. columbus came looking for gold, but returned with feathered slaves; historic conceit, moreover, crowned him an exemplary knave. in … Continue reading
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