“Running Up That River Of Orchids” by KATE BUSH Vs. XTC

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Here is an example of conflict and complication in this country. The animals have become so racially insensitive. I saw a goose Hitler-stepping in front of a Jewish retirement center.

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The Bad, Greedy, And Cowardly

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There is a fine line between cowardice and greediness, and this guy walks back and forth and all over it. If you knew this fellow personally, you would avoid him, in fear that he would suck up all the oxygen around you. That’s how he rolls. Permission to speak freely? Assholes who love the sound of their own voice like this guy get what’s coming to them eventually. In a world where the currency is karma, Dapper Donald gets trampled to death by his small loyal base, and he feels each step as he dies. No one will care. Some will say that it didn’t happen soon enough. Many will say that he deserved it.

It is a tragic day in Santa Fe, Texas. Let’s face facts; it’s a tragic day everywhere. After ridiculous avoidable events like this school shooting, I miss the days of being scolded by a right-minded responsible president. Instead, we get this tweet from that jackass, who is currently the president of the United States, Donald Trump: School shooting in Texas. Early reports not looking good. God bless all!

These are lives lost. Not a review for the first ten minutes of a movie.

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The Birds And Obese


Butterflies are fortunate in being beautiful, because aside from that, they are useless ignoramuses. A species that serves absolutely no purpose. They are the equivalent to hardened snot on a door handle. Interesting at first, then disturbing.

He could not bear to open his eyes while he ate his lunch. Technically, this was his post-breakfast, appetizer to lunch. With his eyes closed, he took a huge bite from a bacon cheeseburger. All his senses were heightened. The smell of charred beef, so blissfully right. The sound of meat surrendering to his gnashing teeth. The taste, oh dear Lord, the sweet sweet taste. The sensual slow drip of the grease past his wrist, and down his arm, inching towards his elbow. If he had concentrated a little more with his sense of touch, he would have felt the constricting of his arteries near his heart.

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