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Last update: june 3rd 2017
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It's strange to see that image superimposed over the current one the distinguished professor in pressed khaki slacks and a jacket, worn brown loafers exuding a faintly courteous manner (you can always tell them by their shoes), and a ring on the fourth finger of his left hand versus the athletic kid who went to college for a semester and grew nine inches too tall to keep doing what he loved so he took up a tennis racquet instead. Gymnasts don't wear suit jackets; no steel mill worker has such manicured nails. But the images are all there, flickering just under the surface and bubbling up again when he's recounting stories about his days in Pi
Looking through her inventory, Shantae dearly hoped that she had something that could help her in this tenuous situation. Having gone through a long ordeal, vanquished multiple enemies and being a little exhausted from such a long trip, the last thing she expected to see get in her way was a gigantic wall, one that she had no way around or below. Normally, such a challenge would be easily overcome by using her talent of transformation, dancing into her monkey form to overcome this, yet the multiple spikes and vicious enemies clinging on the surface seemed to imply that this solution was unfortunately unavailable for her at this moment. Her equipment, as small as it was, didn't include any rope, or any items that could allow her to jump higher, or to protect herself against such elements, what she did find, however, was a completely useless sword that, last she recall, Bolo had crafted for her.
''This is the last time I let Bolo near a forge. I can't even at
"Hmm, nothing wrong here." The doctor told us, taking the stick out of my mouth. "I'll need to check your heartbeat now, do you mind putting your shirt up?" I nodded with a large grin. I lifted my shirt and he put his ste... stetho...stethoscope on my chest. I giggled, the metal was cold and it tickled. "ok." the doctor turned to my sister. "She looks alright, not sure about he ears and tail, but the human parts of her are how they're supposed to be a this age..." I stopped hearing what was being said at this point, I was looking at the posters in the clinic room.
"Chris..." I heard Onee chan call out to someone, nyot sure who, oh wait, that was me. I turned to face her. "We have to go now."
"Ok." I jumped up and down, indi
don't fit under beds
Unmotivated to learn?
It's because they're not only being forced to learn
About things that are completely useless and not even
Interesting to them, but they're also not being allowed to
Explore different methods of learning
Wanna know why our teens are so
Unmotivated to start taking care of themselves?
It's because they were being taught about mitochondria,
The dark triad personalities, the difference between biotic and abiotic,
And wars throughout human history that could have easily been avoided
Instead of being taught how certain work environments function and
How to spend money wisely
Wanna know why your child already thinks that
They're going to fail life?
It's because their "teachers" are constantly telling them that they're
Lazy, disrespectful, and sometimes even stupid
Wanna know why teens focus more on sex and partying
Than their education?
It's because there is no education
Only data that will never be put to use
And will eventually disappe
(yeah, that got your attention)
This poem is about sex.
This poem is about love.
This poem is about living in your sexuality
instead of being afraid of it.
This poem is about saying fuck you
to everyone who told you
This poem is about the sin so natural
it takes you to heaven on earth.
This poem is about turning the key,
finding your voice,
making your own choice.
This poem is about independence,
instead of buying into all their misery.
150 pages of health text book telling you
6 years of administration telling you
6 years of scaring you
out of whats instinctual.
6 years of alarmist tactics,
and no information
setting a social taboo
so they can control how we live our lives.
You are sent to mirror the image of God to the people of earth. Is that what you want people to think God is like? Do you want people to think God is a back-biter who gleefully jeers about the "bad" people among his elite followers and friends? Do you want people to think that He only picks people
She glanced at the clock. Ten minutes left until class. Its tick, tick, tick was the only sound in the room.
She looked around the room. Nothing but the equation charts that she covered with long sheets of colored paper during tests (always to the dismay of the students) and Tu fui, ego eris. Latin. What you are, I was; what I am, you will be. She stared at it. She had written it out on a sheet of white cardstock and stuck it to the wall with blue tape on her first day. It seemed like a kind and encouraging quote, a reflection
"Damn it Ash Ketchum! You are such a child! Get out!" The ginger tomboy Misty yelled at her longtime crush. Ash looked at her so confused, she asked him to go on a date...dates are for couples not friends. Friends battled Pokémon. He was shoved out of her room and he walked down the stairs. Ash hated when his friends were mad at him. When he got down stairs he saw Misty's sisters. They were more dressed up than usual.
"Why are you guys dressed up?" He asked
"Oh silly, it's Valentines Day. We have dates. Aren't you and Misty going on one?" Daisy said. Ash shook his head no. Lily and Violet sighed as Daisy shook her head sadly. "Poor Misty." She said as all three of them went up to comfort her. Ash cocked his head to the side confused then walked out. What did he do? Nothing right? He walked thinking until he bumped into someone. He went to apologize when he looked up to see one of his current traveling partners Serena.
"Oh sorry Serena. Why are yo