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Baby, no, it's not "Toxic Yaoi" it's "Call the fucking cops"
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Baby, no, it's not "Toxic Yaoi" it's "Call the fucking cops"
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bowl of dubious meatstuff? Don't mind if I do!
The right are so narcisist to think that #CharlieKirk deserves a special liecence plate. What about all the kids who were killed in mass shootings in the US over the last 5 years? No call for them to have special liecnece plate in their honour? No? Why's that?
The Arizona Mirror reports: Arizona Gov. Katie Hobbs has vetoed a bill that would have created a specialty license plate in honor of conservative influencer Charlie Kirk, who was shot and killed while speaking at a college campus in Utah last year. “Charlie Kirk’s assassination is tragic and a horrifying act of violence,” Hobbs wrote …
Madness
I am nothing.
I have said this before.
I found a man dead in the mind , deluded and madd.
Nothing but chaos. Drained from his soul.
This wicked thing he indulges each day.
A vice. A thing an obsession so strong.
It snaps him in half and controls his minds.
There has become one , two maybe more.
The masks are many
He finds comfort with each. Knowing only to him what lies beneath.
That evil fuck the one he likes the most only reminds him of what he has done.
The sip the taste the feeling of joy is nothing compared of that Light within
He could not figure what it could be
The masks betrayed all that he knew
It left him lonely and confused battered and scared
Why should he admit to the fear within.
"I am not weak i could handle it all
Fuck all those who pointed and laughed. It is your fault and i am fine within"
That mask was not true it was only a game. To protect that little boy within
A hug an embrace too humble to see. Thats that he ever wanted to be.
The shadow. That pitt. The darkness so comfortable. Remember you people. You little ones.
Open your hearts and remember the Light.
The embrace. That warmth which shines in the night.
It will keep you from suffering.
It will keep you with joy.
We do not have to be alone.
Aaron Delatorre
Use Colgate or go Colgate yourself.
My sister’s sudden inspiration for Colgate toothpaste’s new slogan.
It is a good thing she’s not in charge of this things. At all.
There is a little story behind this; according to her and my brother, the Spanish phrase “ahórcate” (go hang yourself) is pronounced like ‘colgate’.
This is the kind of insanity I have to live with. Also, @digi-sarz what you said is slightly redundant since ‘yourself’ is repeated technically.
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March 8, 2014
They can't really all be staring at me right, you've got to be kidding... I look that awful? I reluctantly pushed the cart passed the deli and into the produce section, grumbling and bitter that I even decided to get out of bed. Millions of sick people get up every morning and make it through the day, I remind myself. I am no different. I hate people, I hate people. I keep repeating over and over again as though it will make everyone go away. But they don't, and so I keep pushing the cart and pick up things that I think healthy people might eat. Bananas? sure. Avocados? Sure, I like avocados. I love avocados. This isn't so hard. I stare at a shelf full of different brand of pretzels for almost ten minutes debating on the brand, the price and the amount of pretzels in each bag. Who really needs to pay two extra dollars for Gluten Free? Labeled GF. And I mean who really needs the unsalted pretzels? That's dumb, the only thing good about processed pretzels in fact, is the salt. Stop giving me so many choices. They don't even have my favorite brand, Rold's Gold, because I insisted on having my favorite Tomato Basil soup which you can only find at Oliver's, our local health food store where fucking healthy people shop. That's why everything in this store is so damn expensive, and that's why I don't shop here. Why can't I make a fucking decision? They're pretzels for god sakes. So I pick up the bag I was going to choose the whole time helping me come to the conclusion that I need to relax and keep shopping like a normal, healthy person does. Finally, I get to the checkout line. The cashier asks me how my day is going. I reply that I've been better. But I pause to think that probably want the best answer. People don't really like to hear honesty, that implies they have to show remorse and sympathy in return. And acquaintances don't really want to care about other acquaintances - that just throws the day off. So I give her the best smile I can pull out of my ass, and ask her how her day is in return. She replies with, "good." Just as she should. As I am walking out of the store I see a cart full of beautiful, elegant bouquets thinking that I would like to be the kind of person that picks up fresh flowers on her way home from her local health food store. The kind of person that never gets sick, the kind of person who takes care of herself and eats healthy. The kind of woman who brings home fresh flowers, and spends her Saturday afternoon putting away the groceries, sets the flowers in a crystal face and hums old 50's music. I should like to be that kind of woman I thought, as I pushed my cart back to my old, beaten up, 99' Jetta with a missing hubcap.