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Dedicated predestination escapades
Celestial especially preresequites
Difiniti extro-skeletons mini+thins
Cherry skoal impeding doom death throes
Throwing caution to the wind Jethro JJ escalations
Remastered Reproductions Catasphore' Confuscious Anthropology
Follow suit swedish clocks Air Force Girlfriends ass is yummy
Catch 22 Suite' 333 Denison Plaza Percision
Company (3) three requesting medicine Life saving relationships
Destiny Finesse enter treapordy
Pages refreshening connections infectionous
Illusional images imagine imagary dashlights splendid
Dish Hughes Net network equipment fist full of diamonds
Death Pool comparisons test tubes paper preparer
Mad is HIM testaments impaired extrocist
Sinclair cupboards cupid's arrows head shots
Dual bowls then Ice bowls Almighty Ones Nice Bowls
Caressa Coretta stop Cara carebears Beonyce' Sexual Extra Productions
Expos editing Nets Superior West
Quikened Fast And Deadly
Ten dear death threats tender years Rascal Flats
Shekels she kills refills Grim The Reaper Friendships
Leap years Chip in^a^dale Spade feel Trumps I'm in the Power
Rim dial Tim-Tim as the sequel
Lethal Weapons Master Friends in the Bleachers
Teror Cherry Teachers teenagers revealing tweeny sacks
making a killing making Tim a killer
I have done everything in my power to become detached from the world.
Reassuring my decision every time I stare into your eyes.
My means of survival solely in the revival of your lips.
The light a reminder of the shadows that lay.
The past tense of habits no longer existing.
Thus-kissing you has become my favorite habit.
The more gently we treat each other,
The further and further away I become.
Throwing caution to the wind when it comes to you, each other-me.
It is through this perspective that I have learned to scream.
Scream every time it comes to you, scream when ever I feel this emotion rise.
This need to let you know that I am alive with each and every chance presented.
You being the cup that overflows each time.
Spilling all over my hands, my shirt, my mouth.
Traveling to a special place in my heart.
The horizon of a new atmosphere.
All of you in liquid form. Becoming a part of me.
And when you spill we both become terrified.
But not because you searched for me when at my lowest.
But because we were attached.
We were terrified.
Terrified in the sense that we trust each other with such sentiment.
The nature of what makes us, us.
Exploration the space around with loving eyes.
Our vessel made of tin.
The merge of planets happening inside of us.
Defying the means of gravity.
New galaxies lit by the sun.
The sun light of your smile.
Everything that happens within coming to light.
I have done everything in my power to become detached from the world.
Ignoring programs and other satellites.
Deliberately floating away in your eyes.
Detached from what was taught as the unknown.
New beginning
New Year's Resolution, 2017 (Light Humor)
For the longest time, it has been stated that we use only 10 percent of our brain.
Of course, the hold idea of brain usage is in dispute for a myriad of reasons.
So let us assume that it is not true that we use only 10 percent of our brain.
Let us also conclude with the idea that we utilize far less than is available to us.
Let us suppose that we use 30 percent and declare ourselves smarter than we think we are. With that in mind, I am throwing caution to the wind and saying,
“Look out world for my brain because in 2017, my resolution is to start running on all cylinders”. I hereby resolve to use the remaining 70 percent of my brain.
30 percent simply is not enough to make the necessary changes.
I hereby apologize for the portion of my brain that has been idle for years.
Just to think about so great a neglect is enough to bring me to tears.
Just imagine how such an achievement helps to free us of so much pain.
Who knows? Maybe I will be able to inspire a million others to do the same.
Just imagine all of the untapped potential just waiting and sitting there.
Just think for a minute and try wrapping your brain around that if you dare.
Perhaps we will learn how to build a beautiful new city at the bottom of the sea.
I can visualize a jumbo jet flight from the Eastern seaboard in New York City, sucking in enough solar energy to fly all the way to the City of San Francisco.
I tell you, with a fully utilized brain we could at very low cost make fresh drinking water from the salty sea. Unlike The Straw Man from The Wizard Oz,
I have a brain. Therefore, I shall resolve to use the other 70% of my brain. And who knows? Perhaps we can keep singing , “My Country, Tis of Thee”.
It is going to take more than brain power to save America and the world.
But fully using our God-given brains? How can it hurt?
12212016 PS Contest, New Years Resolution, Kim Rodrigues
(FYI:( There is no scientific evidence that we use only 10% of our brain. On the contrary, an article in Scientific America concludes by saying, Ultimately, it’s not that we use 10% of our brains, merely that we only understand about 10% of how it functions.)
Sand dunes lay upon the desert floor
graceful ridges , mountains high
tempting the fool to build his house
on sweeping curves in constant motion.....a ship adrift on a stormy ocean
throwing caution to the wind.
Swirling specks as they do fly....filling nostrils, blinding the eyes.
Here a face....castles on the other side
which teasing winds again blow aside.
Shapes and designs he builds again
unafraid.... no sign of rain
to wash his efforts with cool disdain.
He builds a fortress where he stands
to protect him from the enemy's hand.
Grit in his eyes....a crunch between his teeth...sandpaper on stone
beneath his feet.
Blowing high... blowing wide, twirling bits....stinging whips
not a place to hide.......as the swirling sand his cheeks doth kiss.
Into his robe it flows as he pores his way underground
hoping for shelter from the storm.
Yet one more time he tries his hand
at building shapes that will not stand.
He's yet to learn ....that simple mind
One cannot build castles in the sand.