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WaterThe sun glistens off your hide
Blue skies soar over-head
You carve your way through the earth
And the muck makes your bed.
For you take on many forms
In air, land and sea
The more you flow about,
The more your motions gleam.
'Tis the SeasonOn a warm summer eve
came a cool winter breeze
that swept me off my feet
with lovely, graceful ease
You shine like spring morning
and I fall without warning
right into your beauty
like seasons, adoring
A Love Letter.Dear Mine,
I've never really believed in "destiny" or "fate". They were always just words, coincidences do happen after all. That is, until I fell in love with you. Every moment spent together became like something of a dream from which I never wish to wake. Romance never seemed to be in my future, I assumed I would simply carry on alone as I always have...until I had you at my side. Now no journey seems too tiresome.
No one could have possibly foreseen just how much a single year with you has meant to me! In this short amount of time, you've helped shaped me into a better person, and I am eternally grateful to have you in my life!
For even more years to come,
For even more journeys to embark,
For even more dreams to share,
I am yours, and you are mine, I love you!
Forever and always,
Thomas Sowell Vs. Feminism and the Bogus Stats
Thomas Sowell has been fighting against political correctness and bogus stats
for over 30 years... his insight and preference for actual FACTS make him one
of the first people to ever disprove the wage gap myth (as early as the 1970's).
Yet today, we still have politicians and society as a whole favoring not only the
"Welfare state" but also feminist propaganda (rape culture, misogynist gamers, ect).
Again and again, they use bogus stats and continue to reward failure.
**Professional victims (Anita/Zoe) / teen pregnacy / baby momas).
Feminists would have you believe facts, data and evidence are tools of misogyny
and of sexist old white men.
So in light of that, I share with you the above videos and hope you'll share them
with anyone who's truly looking to support equality.
To all the Feminists out there:
If you too believe in equality.. then stand up to those in your group that continue
History of the Norramby Branch - Version 1Originally, what is now the Norramby Branch of the North-West Railway was built as part of the Sodor & Mainland Railway, and was absorbed into the North-West Railway upon its formation in 1914. In addition to the W&S Railway's main harbour at Brendam, a small-medium harbour at Norramby was also served by the railway.
After the formation of the North-West Railway, joint services were run along the Norramby Branchline in conjunction with the LMS Railway, as Ballahoo was a dormitory town for Barrow-in-Furness and Crovans Gate, and the harbour at Norramby was still in use (although activity here did decline during the Great Depression). During the Second World War, the Norramby Harbour was used to help move material and soldiers for the war effort.
Following the Second World War, the harbour at Norramby fell into disuse. By 1950, it was abandoned and with that, some of the life went out of Norramby. Traffic along the branch dropped to about two or three passenger tr
Feminist Fail: Date Rape Prevention
This is why we can't have nice things...
We all know that Rape Culture doesn't exist here in the west, outside of prison population.
But here we have a group of college students creating a real answer to something that does
at least exist "date rape".
Regardless of that, Feminists and SJW's alike are condemning the product and saying "it's not good enough".
**Seriously, watch the video.. it's like Feminists don't actually want a solution to this problem because it'll
infringe on their "victim" complex.
Indie Game Corruption, Silverstring Media:
The Indie Games Fest (IGF) is a series of awards, given out to exceptional Indie games! ...At least, that was its original purpose. Learn how Maya Felix Kramer, aka "Legobutts", made sure all of her friends and clients won the awards! Can the gamer+s survive the "Mayan Indiepocalypse"?!?
CrossPaths (1)I tugged harshly at the cuffs behind my back. Feeling them slowly cut into my wrists I stopped struggling and coughed up a little blood. I wiped the blood smear that was on my cheek away using my knee. My whole body was a shaky and I nearly moved up to fast and hit my face. Leaning back I started listing to the rain beat on the windows of the cop car I was in. Just as I was begging to enjoy the sound I heard the voices of a few cops talking out side the door. The rain was a little harsh making it hard to hear them clearly but one thing that put me into a full panic was," Homosexual acts". Its the 1950s and this to them is a mental illness. It didnt take much after that...I nearly gave up. If I try to defend my self at court it could end up worse then it already is. Worse then being shipped off to an asylum. I started to honestly fear for my life. Never in my 21 years of being alive did I fear something. I was open and wild and ready to do anything. But this...Th
Observing his subject White teeth gleamed in the moonlight as she arose from her transformation, the last of her blonde hair shedding down only to be replaced with a silvery coat of toughened fur. Its texture rough yet looked soft for the illusion effect of prey coming to try and kill only to be killed themselves.
Her nine-inch claws poking out from her padded paws, carelessly scraping up debris as she roamed about in the dusty field of nothingness; her beast mind reeling as she tried to come to an answer of where she was only to come up short with a huff of frustration; where was she going to go now?
Ria was a morphed being who was dropped off in this area to complete the task of inspecting newer creatures just like her…Poorly designed genetic being who was paid to become a literal animal. Her insides were surgically removed and substituted with animal organs; kidneys, lungs, and even a newly pulsing pig heart from the slaughterhouse next door.
How much luckier could a laboratory g
The Fall of ParadiseJavar (boy): *in the begining of time* From the start of time...to now...Everyone thought that the world’s paradise would never end, and yet...now...A fight has begun that will shake the very fabric of Time and space it’s self...and now...things will only get worse...*sighs* why must my brother be my greatest rival....?
Skyler Prower (boy): *standing over a vast valley that was just ravaged by war* ...No man could be so ruthless without Good reason...this war...Must end...Now (Javar: *besides Skyler but only a spirt* You know my Brother’s plans, you know how strong he is...there is only one way to stop this for good ) I know...*looks down eyes closed* but...believe me, I shall not let Havoc get away with this...
Javar (boy): then you know who we must turn to, Only the planet Knights can interfere now...No one else, the realms must rebuild, now, the dawn of the Planets shall be realized!
Hades the Bull (boy): .......Brothers.....Sisters....Ou
PAX Protest: Scheduled Q and AJust a heads up (spread this news if you can):
**I'm posting this article in support of bringing to light the corrupt journalism in Gaming via the "Quinnspiracy".
Some of the staff of GameTrailers and the Escapist will be doing a live Q&A at PAX.
**Answering questions from gamers via twitter.
Video Link: http://www.gametrailers.com/videos/axknx3/pax-prime-2014-gt-is-at-pax-prime-
This would be a good chance to take a “professional” approach in talking about the corrupt journalism along with highlighting the peaceful protest outside.
**Comment, vote on and share the vid so more peoples know!
For those of you that don't follow gaming and are unaware of the "corruption".
If you want to know more about the situation behind the protest:
Text + Picture Breakdown:
Sick SuicideI wasnt playing with my sick, what actually happened was
that I was hallucinating and felt sick.
Whilst trying not to be sick my hands where in the sink.
Then I was sick on my hands.
The bathroom was creepy and when I looked down bits of
tomato where on my wrists. On the sink was a razor blade.
For an instant I thought somehow my wrists had been cut,
I was hallucinating.
I cried out for help fearing teh worst and one by one my
friends came in to view what was wrong. All they could
see was I was playing with my vomit, this was not at all
the case. I was standing holding my vomit and thinking
"dont move you dont know what you are doing" then the
realisation that my wrists in fact had peices of partially
digested tomato on them and everything was ok made me
giggle. Meanwhile I was still being viewed by the others,
"hes playing with his sick in the sink" one said. "eww"
exclaimed another. The shadow of having appeared relativley
weird to girls I liked and everyone else was soon outshone
The Forlorn SoulThe rusted iron gate opened with a groan, as if it were the voice of the tired land it guarded. I stepped just inside taking a deep breath as I examined the garden of stone in front of me. The night air was cool but comfortably so, just as the night had been my love had left. I walked my usual path of cobblestone overgrown with roots and weeds. As always, I passed a great deal of impressive markers, some however showed their great age. The crooked path eventually led me to my goal. On top of a small hill lay a lone tomb stone under an old oak, the inscription long worn away.
The already overcast and moonless sky began to grow even darker and rain soon started to fall. I sat down beside the headstone and watched the water drop from the leaves of the tree. After several silent hours had passed, the rain had subsided and the clouds broke giving way to a rising sun. I gazed out at the dim horizon and waited for the dawn, signaling my time to leave. Next year I will appear again, and will c
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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