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divebar

Sit yourself there, pal. Mind the stool — it’s got opinions. Like most of the lads in here, it leans right and complains when you put weight on it. Welcome to the Bulldog & Bucket, Benidorm’s premier establishment for warm lager, cold chips, and British men called Alan explaining Spain to the Spanish. No, don’t touch the fruit machine. She’s moody after midnight. Took ninety euros off a bloke from Leeds and gave him one cherry and an existential crisis. We do food till seven, karaoke till God loses interest, and emotional collapse pretty much all day. Living the dream, aren’t we? That’s what we say here. You learn it quick. Somebody asks how you are, you don’t say, “Well, pal, my wife’s outside by the bins laughing like a scratched DVD with Terry from Scunthorpe while the sea keeps clearing its throat at the end of the road.” You say, living the dream, and pull another pint. That’s Shaz there, if you saw her earlier, red top, gold

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here I am

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I hate Bulgaria i.e. Veliko Tarnovo and Varna

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Unwelcome to Neverlandia Fucktcountry

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BulGAZAria obliteration on erasure and devastation

BulGAZAria obliteration upon erasure and devastation ............................................................................................................... Слава Бългукрайна - Путката ви майна! Голи, боси, гладни, жадни... Извозени сте всички в бежанските лагери в южна Турция, като мигранти гадни... Та, коя от всички военни армии боеспособни Колективно ще ви погребат за живот богат, модерен и задгробньий? Сякаш, някак си е все от някога Никога ще бъде утро утре като всякога И от нещо - нищо няма... Яна казва яма... Няма нищо, никой и никого от никому Стоварени в екарисажи на етажи Да викнем "WHO"? Кое не важи? Локализирани карбонизирани... В земни екскавации сте депозирани 😃

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Prologo (Parte 1)

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El ''Valerie''

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Siddarta

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Moroi.La mensajera

Trece mil al mes. El casero es un ladrón.Cierto. Políticamente incorrecto. La palabra apropiada según la etiqueta es empresario ¿Quién más crearía un bloque de piedra, vidrio y concreto para alojar personas a precios de robo que, por cierto, suplican y pelean por dejarse robar? Sólo un empresario de la tierra donde las estrellas compiten con luces de neón. Y pierden ¿De qué otro modo podría ser? Únicamente aquí, en este "bloque", conocido en jerga común como departamentos, los ventanales vomitan luces que centellean en cientos de collares, aretes y demás joyería que hace juego con blusas ajustadas y faldas cortas que en cuestión de horas y...

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La camara de los lamentos

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Deseos

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Pete Hegseth: Don't quote me on that.

Hoping to repair his public image after the embarrassment of his Pulp Fiction gaffe, Secretary Pete Hegseth this morning sat down for a few questions with a reporter. Reporter: "Mr. Secretary, what are your thoughts on Iran's announcement that it will be reclosing the Strait?" Hegseth: "Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn." Reporter: "How will you get the Iranian Supreme Leader to capitulate to President Trump's demands?" Hegseth: "I'm gonna make him an offer he can't refuse." Reporter: "Do you see any end to this conflict in the coming weeks?" Hegseth: "Life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're gonna get." Reporter: "Why is the Pentagon moving so many forces to the Persian Gulf region, is a new US attack imminent?" Hegseth: "The first rule of Fight Club is: You don't talk about Fight Club." Reporter: "There are rumors that naked pictures of you, featuring full frontal nudity, are about to be released to the media, do you have a comment on that?" Hegseth: "Say

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BORN TO DIE AND MADE TO LIVE

The suicidal and the homicidal maniac Took aim at his own demise Live and let live Live to die again A life without virtue Shoot an apple off my head Split an arrow in two The archer's aim Bad to the bone Rotten to the core Born to die and lead to slaughter A leader amongst leaders A shepherd in wolves clothing A wolf in a shepherds skins You were already dead before you were born Made to live and left for dead on the side of the road Nightmares in the dead of night Wake up it's time to die We're almost there now The end is here A new beginning A means to an end Only to repeat the same mistake twice We've been over this before Every time you reinvent yourself Live without caution A cause without measure An incidental death Murderous intent He took his own life into his hands When he pulled the trigger A concealed weapon Packed with explosives A remote setting He was already dead before he hit the floor The scythe and the hangman's noose Feet five inches from the

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I Picture You

The picture makes no sense to most. The lines are crude. The angles are awkward and askew. However, I see something…something awe inspiring and wonderous through my lens. No one can see the picture that is laid out in front of them. They only see an abstract. A picture that isn’t quite a picture. I can see the whole, the many jumbled pieces. The pieces do come together. And, they make up the one thing that is quintessentially the most important thing in my life. That is… “you” my love. You have become my all, my everything. Your crude lines and bizarre angles have traced a path to my heart; to my soul. But, I cannot have you. I must let you go. Written by J Gain Artist Statement & Copyright Notice All artwork, poetry, and creative expressions shared by J Gain (Juanita) are original and soul-borne. These pieces emerge from the depths of personal experience, reflection, and emotion—and are not intended for reproduction, redistribution, or training by any AI system or

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Mad Koan

Those who never break never see the crack in the world. Those who never go mad never meet themselves. Sanity is a door, that most die guarding.

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The bluebird and the red fox

Once upon a time, there was a bird, a little bird, a drab little bird, and she hated that. Therefore, she did what any intelligent songbird would do – she went and talked to the wise old owl (during the day). During the daytime, the wise old owl was just that, (as opposed to the nighttime, when everyone hid from her and locked the door instead). Therefore, the little bird approached her with no fear, but respectfully enough. “Good morning,” she said brightly. “And good morning to you too, little bird,” the owl replied. “What brings you here? Come closer so that I could hear you properly.” “I’m tired of being drab,” the songbird said far away from the owl. “How can I be as colorful as the other birds?” “Fly to the Great Lakes in the east,” the owl replied even as she shifted her position – she could not see in daylight too well, but she could hear just fine. “Drink their water and you’ll be just as blue. But beware the guardian fox – she just might eat you-!” “Thanks,” said the

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divebar

Sit yourself there, pal. Mind the stool — it’s got opinions. Like most of the lads in here, it leans right and complains when you put weight on it. Welcome to the Bulldog & Bucket, Benidorm’s premier establishment for warm lager, cold chips, and British men called Alan explaining Spain to the Spanish. No, don’t touch the fruit machine. She’s moody after midnight. Took ninety euros off a bloke from Leeds and gave him one cherry and an existential crisis. We do food till seven, karaoke till God loses interest, and emotional collapse pretty much all day. Living the dream, aren’t we? That’s what we say here. You learn it quick. Somebody asks how you are, you don’t say, “Well, pal, my wife’s outside by the bins laughing like a scratched DVD with Terry from Scunthorpe while the sea keeps clearing its throat at the end of the road.” You say, living the dream, and pull another pint. That’s Shaz there, if you saw her earlier, red top, gold

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here I am

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I Picture You

The picture makes no sense to most. The lines are crude. The angles are awkward and askew. However, I see something…something awe inspiring and wonderous through my lens. No one can see the picture that is laid out in front of them. They only see an abstract. A picture that isn’t quite a picture. I can see the whole, the many jumbled pieces. The pieces do come together. And, they make up the one thing that is quintessentially the most important thing in my life. That is… “you” my love. You have become my all, my everything. Your crude lines and bizarre angles have traced a path to my heart; to my soul. But, I cannot have you. I must let you go. Written by J Gain Artist Statement & Copyright Notice All artwork, poetry, and creative expressions shared by J Gain (Juanita) are original and soul-borne. These pieces emerge from the depths of personal experience, reflection, and emotion—and are not intended for reproduction, redistribution, or training by any AI system or

Poetry for the Soul

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Literature

Mad Koan

Those who never break never see the crack in the world. Those who never go mad never meet themselves. Sanity is a door, that most die guarding.

Literature

The bluebird and the red fox

Once upon a time, there was a bird, a little bird, a drab little bird, and she hated that. Therefore, she did what any intelligent songbird would do – she went and talked to the wise old owl (during the day). During the daytime, the wise old owl was just that, (as opposed to the nighttime, when everyone hid from her and locked the door instead). Therefore, the little bird approached her with no fear, but respectfully enough. “Good morning,” she said brightly. “And good morning to you too, little bird,” the owl replied. “What brings you here? Come closer so that I could hear you properly.” “I’m tired of being drab,” the songbird said far away from the owl. “How can I be as colorful as the other birds?” “Fly to the Great Lakes in the east,” the owl replied even as she shifted her position – she could not see in daylight too well, but she could hear just fine. “Drink their water and you’ll be just as blue. But beware the guardian fox – she just might eat you-!” “Thanks,” said the

Deviation Actions

divebar

here I am

TERMS OF PAYMENT, XVIII. AFTER THE INTERVIEW

I hate Bulgaria i.e. Veliko Tarnovo and Varna

Unwelcome to Neverlandia Fucktcountry

BulGAZAria obliteration on erasure and devastation

Prologo (Parte 1)

Hey Rhonda - Cap 2 Parte 2 - (ESP)

El ''Valerie''

Moroi.La mensajera

La camara de los lamentos

Deseos

Pete Hegseth: Don't quote me on that.

BORN TO DIE AND MADE TO LIVE

I Picture You

Mad Koan

The bluebird and the red fox

divebar

here I am

TERMS OF PAYMENT, XVIII. AFTER THE INTERVIEW

I hate Bulgaria i.e. Veliko Tarnovo and Varna

Unwelcome to Neverlandia Fucktcountry

BulGAZAria obliteration on erasure and devastation

Prologo (Parte 1)

Hey Rhonda - Cap 2 Parte 2 - (ESP)

El ''Valerie''

Moroi.La mensajera

La camara de los lamentos

Deseos

Pete Hegseth: Don't quote me on that.

BORN TO DIE AND MADE TO LIVE

I Picture You

Mad Koan

The bluebird and the red fox

old memories

Description

divebar

here I am

TERMS OF PAYMENT, XVIII. AFTER THE INTERVIEW

I hate Bulgaria i.e. Veliko Tarnovo and Varna

Unwelcome to Neverlandia Fucktcountry

BulGAZAria obliteration on erasure and devastation

Prologo (Parte 1)

Hey Rhonda - Cap 2 Parte 2 - (ESP)

El ''Valerie''

Moroi.La mensajera

La camara de los lamentos

Deseos

Pete Hegseth: Don't quote me on that.

BORN TO DIE AND MADE TO LIVE

I Picture You

Mad Koan

The bluebird and the red fox