Life is a martial art, start from the heart , Winters heart, the raw paw of natural law.
If you have an opinion but don't know how it got there, how can you be square with being fair. It may be rare to go there. And a martial artist knows where they stand even up in the air! They know where to place the next foot to not get caught in a tiger trap snare!
If flicking loonies at strippers is sexual liberation I want to start a new cultural revelation. The masturbation stations of degradation do not celebrate the female form with cultural contortions debasing.
To find a ridiculous question/suggestion intriguing for the manor of stupidity it portrays....If I'm true to my duty the whole time through....If you can't be an island you can still be an inlet!....
Seemingly random thoughts begin to tell a story in my mind, familiar stories of the Ratracist kind. The only reason your racist is cause your in a rat race. This is the place to face false economic social space. The global village being pillaged, colonial oil spillage, that drills my own image.
Tuck tailed tales found in a sarcastic shmere of fear. Every uniqueness blown up into an article of humilating pop art, to be made to feel queer for being here.
Diversity to be celebrated, instead of singled out and ignored, the signal soars over the eye sores. To see beauty, even in the deformed, and my naked monkey feet swarm the storm and heal all wounds.
A working class hero is something to be.
P.s. "honey! We shrunk the kids!"
If you have an opinion but don't know how it got there, how can you be square with being fair. It may be rare to go there. And a martial artist knows where they stand even up in the air! They know where to place the next foot to not get caught in a tiger trap snare!
If flicking loonies at strippers is sexual liberation I want to start a new cultural revelation. The masturbation stations of degradation do not celebrate the female form with cultural contortions debasing.
To find a ridiculous question/suggestion intriguing for the manor of stupidity it portrays....If I'm true to my duty the whole time through....If you can't be an island you can still be an inlet!....
Seemingly random thoughts begin to tell a story in my mind, familiar stories of the Ratracist kind. The only reason your racist is cause your in a rat race. This is the place to face false economic social space. The global village being pillaged, colonial oil spillage, that drills my own image.
Tuck tailed tales found in a sarcastic shmere of fear. Every uniqueness blown up into an article of humilating pop art, to be made to feel queer for being here.
Diversity to be celebrated, instead of singled out and ignored, the signal soars over the eye sores. To see beauty, even in the deformed, and my naked monkey feet swarm the storm and heal all wounds.
A working class hero is something to be.
P.s. "honey! We shrunk the kids!"
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