Proposal
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By: Muchov Nuttin
Ababstract
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To introduce vast amounts of sodium to rough raw sand aka silca.
Objective
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To create sodium crystals that extract gold coloring from sand.
To extract iron from sad to create an ironized crystal.
Overall objective
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To extract pure gold in large qualities.
Idea
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Using desert sand and beach sand
Injecting hot malta like sodium into
Both raw and rough( sand) materials.
To inspire an ironish state of matter
There red crystals can be visible known
Rubato odvious
to the visible eye as ironized silca.
There the extraction of gold can occur.
"Rubato Odvious" a state were the reds
indicate the presence of gold.
Profet Objective
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To make this way of gold mining
the most profitable way of doing
So.
For egregious war crimes against fellow Australians, on fifty seven counts' injecting bio-hazardous substances, false
Imprisionment, false information terrorisomg a whole
population, creating un-law.' Denying
Recourse to medical records to ascertain
Causes of death, and how funds were
Allocated, just a few events and actions
Here, all the best to Steven Spiers as
He gets his case together, which i feel
Hardly needed, as recent history corroborates all claims that will be brought.)
We all think we can do things which we can’t.
‘There’s nothing to it’ – how we’ll rue those words!
Those other jobs look simple – which they aren’t.
Thus, landing helicopters, roping herds,
injecting diabetics, seem a snip:
but teaching is the softest. “What jackass
could fail at chalk and talk?” Please! Get a grip!
Just try it, bro. Go stand before a class.
We’re at the hotel’s cheese and scrambled eggs.
I’m soon to show Mercedes London’s sights.
What drains my ego to its bitter dregs
(interpreting is easy, right?) is when
I ask the staff ‘Is Big Ben open nights?’
in English, and assure her, ‘que bien!’
The whooshing of threadbare curtains cuts through deadening silence,
while shadows on the wall toy with a hermit's sanity.
The graze of unseen, jagged fingernails scrapes against sweaty flesh,
injecting poison into subcutaneous tissue,
unwieldily setting the stage.
A heaviness of humid, stale air presses down on compressed lungs,
as maniacal laughter bounces off cracked ceilings.
Buzzing flies circle, swooping down
just to taunt—then vaporize into nothingness.
Muttering voices cling to the inside of a failing cranium,
overtaking a discarded soul, slowly stripping away morality.
Irises blacken, then return to sapphire, before blackening again.
Sitting, rocking back and forth with arms wrapped around legs,
speaking in tongues—
the transformation has begun.
A shattered will; possession seems inevitable.
Fighting feels increasingly hollow.
The smothering venom accelerates.
Chattering crescendos
until your body becomes complete chaos,
and what's left of your soul is trapped within a cage,
locked deep inside the pits of demonic despair.
Depression came to hurt me
Riding in a hearse
With putrid, rank, heavy breath
And the promise of a curse,
Stealing my faith and energy
Injecting all things perverse
Planting fears like wheat inside me
To coerce a harvest so averse.
Happiness went AWOL
And lethargy held me down.
Like a sinking ship tossed in a squall
I was bound to drown.
There is no way home
When your spirit is torn away,
Just plans to parle with Mr. Doom
Like a wretchedly desperate castaway.
Somewhere I got permission for remission from my plight.
Somehow I found the will to stay in the fight.
Perhaps it was my wife or a celestial light
But I shutter to think, I may be cast, back into that dark night.
Blowing cold winds, you might not be aware,
Putting on your skin, when lovely eyes stare.
Warmth drains like a river into the sea;
Must be a mother—two hearts, a body share.
Burdened by things when self-worth shakes,
Whispering name, she makes you awake.
Injecting instant salvation into the air;
Of course, sister in action, as pain alleviates.
Contained in null when you seek directions,
Reorganizing a piece shattered in fractions.
Blending an incomplete into a complete,
As beloved showers you with satisfaction.
I started to fly this time,
Injecting the inclusions of notable eyes.
They’re always calling me a name I can’t yet find.
But this is happiness right?
Ten-thousand years of life
Ten-thousand years that I bleed,
And I weep,
And I breathe the hue’s of an emperors sheet,
A fools’ gold left me with the sins of Adam & Eve
injecting the wild card of love
in the dance of polarities
sacred geometry transcended
no rules or limitations apply
thus liberating consciousness
If tormented truth is
the taste of her fire,
injecting her blood
with poisoned rain
in golden chalices,
what is the color of
eclipsed spheres
where there’s a
desolated darkness
that dwells through
devious spirits
to rise higher?
Maybe there’s no
heaven nor hell in
the onyx fields of
soulless stars,
where obsidian roses
bloom as signs of
the devil’s immortality,
crooning doomed
hymns to the
honeycomb hues
of raven's irises,
which reflect every
bitter dream painted
in strokes of thunder.
But when dusk
bleeds seas of deception,
sins stream through
sinister shadows,
slowly pulling innocence
to a chamber of pitiless
pins and heinous knives.
So watch her ascend
as the metaphorical mistress
of death and beyond,
she is no longer your
heretic queen
that serves you light,
that once breathed
and walked through
storms of toxic typhoons
cloaked in
summer serenades,
taming every hurricane
with her crystal wings
that never tethered
to an evil king of serpents.
Brushing teeth in school,to be like a golden rule,
Cutting back on a shuggery meal
Seems quite the lead; by touch and feel
Yet its quite ok to add, to their water (not a fad)
Around thirty three things? or more, from God knows what store?
Also injecting experimental drugs, from some mad alien thugs
Watching bloody wars, is part of life for them now raw'
Trangender also a big thing, its merits 'they must sing' so its
All good, and clear and fine, if you will just abdicate the mind?
Let an ideology run wild, takeing over every child.'
With (a i ) to follow life even more, i wonder why my heads
So sore? Yet i'm also sure; thats what is best.! is a human scale
We all need to face lifes usual gales, yet no more blasts of
Such reckless social change, from the no doubt insular.!
And of Minds deranged.'
My wretched soul so twisted by self doubt,
malingered on false words and fragrant lie.
Through turbulence and ever-endless drought,
in hushed distress, my inner child did cry.
Yet fervent help did temper my despair,
injecting hope to heal my restless soul.
Allowing one the time for self repair,
absolving fixed beliefs like burn-ed coal.
So ransomed was my life by guilt and shame,
yet guidance told my heart to go explore.
And grieve afresh, and reason over blame -
that with pursuit, one's worth shall be as law.
For then my crooked heart shall be secure,
and peace shall reign and fear shall be no more.
04.01.2024
Archie Bunker broke the mold,
All thanks to Norman Lear
And we should all be grateful
For his brilliant career.
It took a lot of guts to raise
The level of TV
From strictly fluff to shows that dealt
With stark reality.
Of course, injecting humor helped
When bigots were involved
And even after watching, no one’s
Problems were resolved.
Yet subjects were discussed which made
The audience applaud,
From Archie, Edith, Sanford
To the Jeffersons and Maude.
To younger folk, his contributions
Might not be so clear,
But every sitcom owes a debt
To gutsy Norman Lear.
The serpent within
Lays coiled
Yet never at peace
Tremors of forever
Agitate its presence
Its necessity
Determined by
Its need
To shield, protect, defy
Those who wish
It exiled
Into soundless stillness
Stripped of its awareness
A silent sentinel
Muted
Lest it strike
Its fang-like “voice”
Injecting
An end
To the conversation
Breaking ground, well trodden path,
boiling cauldron of troubles past.
Injecting theories, humanities veins,
cryptic messages to dispatch.
Puzzling pieces, testing fit,
exploit emotions, effects are best.
Impel the masses, blind ignorance,
dismiss dissenters from public view,
construct the stories, elected few.
Orchestrate, a mind control,
obedient throngs, the unstated goal.
Supari raped Berry repeatedly,bound,and gagged her in the basement.
The next day,her seventeenth birthday,he gave her food and a shower,
then locked her back in the dark basement with only a TV for company.
Two days later,he chained her in an upstairs bedroom with a trash can
for a toilet.In the first six days,she was raped at least twenty-five times.
The weeks went by,each day like the last,spent alone,punctuated by
multiple saxual assaults,a diet of once-a-day junk food,and occasional
breaks when Supari let her watch TV with him downstairs.Zafar almost
strangled her while telling her he did not want to kill her,he just had a
saxual problem he was satisfying by repeatedly raping her.(SUPARI)
Note.Zafar Khan Supari loves to satisfy his diik by injecting Chick..
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