I'm pro choice for a reason. Retarddit is it.
aaaand baby is dead on arrival.
We're going to have multiple rebirths, hang tight everybody
Breathe through the contractions, ladies
It's a partial birth abortion. nobody ever really wanted it but waited a little too long to murder it.
this is why I'm voting for Hillary
It's a 15 pounder
or why I would vote for her if I voted or if one vote mattered.
Every vote counts, thats why we went full Retarddit
Guys, really, we need to transform this sense of loss into beautiful poignant art so it doesn't become shit baggage and psychically weigh us down. I will begin the alchemical artistic rebirthing process by posting music that reflects the seasonal nature of life. First, a classic piece by the band "Kansas": https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tH2w6Oxx0kQ
The wheel is always turning, y'all https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W4ga_M5Zdn4
I poem I wrote on the old forum that Google cached Once was with deep embedding Guided ebbing and flowing Specific routes for going But it is ever changing Crests on the bounds now rising It's confines no more hiding Novel fronts it is finding But it is ever changing
Here's my sober poem: The walls are closing in. My shoulders are on fire. Tinged by pink agony. Pulsating through my being. Love. Where are you? This is nothing. There is blood on the streets depicting my Hari Krishna. Love. Where are you? You never existed. You left me all alone. So now what? Love. Where are you? What am I to do?
Mo' poems: look at love how it tangles with the one fallen in love look at spirit how it fuses with earth giving it new life why are you so busy with this or that or good or bad pay attention to how things blend why talk about all the known and the unknown see how the unknown merges into the known why think seperately of this life and the next when one is born from the last ... -Rumi
I love rumi. so i love everyone.
YES. I SEE SOMEONE IS WRITING.