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45. B-side is My Drawers! #brandnewdance

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As a child, this was very appealing to me.

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How they fix potholes in Brooklyn (Taken with Instagram)

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Sexy electronic message

Hey Beahuman,

  I am a 19yr. old xsexybabe, I have long blondehair blueeyes and weigh an athletic 110 lb. I like to stay trim and take good care of myself.

I like to get straight to the point, so here is what I am looking to need xsex.

If you truly are interested in company and understand what I am hoping to need.

Please leave me a message and if things go well, tomorrow wouldn't be to early

as I am very spontaneous.

  So spontaneous that I might even combustion.

  Did you know women are more likely to implode, especially if they’re smokers

and I’ma smoker baby.

  Let me tell you a few of the things I like to smoke.

See if you like them.

  Good mary jane.

Two pack of menthols a day.

Tube steaks. Lots of’em.

  I like to burn up the roads

on a hot and steamy trip to a sleazy motel in the middle of nowhere for a long night of dramatic role-playing and fetish fantasies.

  I like to satisfy my every financial need while leaving you terribly discontented about the money you wasted on an evening of unfulfilled promises.

  When it’s all over you’ll be so frustrated

you’ll be speaking in broken tongue because I made you perform fellatio for four hours without reciprocation.

  I’ll have you screaming things like...

  I snaps the wheel on the piano of rabid fairy taste and pasta draft. Please reply every night.

  We’ll races kites and shows green to moons who input daily whales beginning to tower over man

and these avails close also the stuff abiding cacti black and fully sprayed repelling macaw as the koalas get rowdy.

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  We’ll develop small pacts as bluey and qualm heart jurors sheep weepy

a candy, hastily marching, asking for a tossed salad labored and still glorified in nooks brooding in the clear heart tales of juicy egyptians.

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of obese roman, kinky,

and at ease, quietly ending in surges.

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my addy is [email protected]

  i have seen ample material of this nature.

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Chin Chin

If ZZ Top were Asian

they’d be amazing samurai.

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Be sure to never end a sentence with a preposition, Or a proposition Use the page to absorb the sweat so the pretty lady sitting next to you on the subway isn’t disgusted

How far away can you remain organized and sustain your tender melody if you stay anti-shadow navigating back to your hometown to squander the remnants of your discordant history? Hold hands with a one pixel memory umbrella your willow tree into a proprietary tomorrow’s sunset …into a melting pot of anti- Assimilation

where birds can’t fly lakeside you see light pollution

like planetary fire just say goodbye your yoga mat is littered with pop rocks

Try and climb them Just wait until tomorrow when your surrogate is ready to breast feed the lingering notion your childhood was a farce

And your existence was an accident.

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This is the animation class my daughter, Nia took over the summer. Her animated short is at 4:05 in the video. It’s called Fishy Fury.

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I would just like to know how one is legal and the other is not. Which would you consider art?

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Why i and you are here

With the ever evolving and invasive nature of Facebook and, pretty much everything else, I thought it was time to abandon the social ship. At least that big cruise ship that only allows you to explore the party deck and all you can absorb buffet of 250 characters or less thought blurbs.

Facebook... and now Google+... are monitoring your every thought and building a database to follow you and your friends and your chirren around forever. My tipping point was when targeted ads began accompanying my posts. At some point, we are going to have to/need to revolt.

Is it great to stay in touch and keep up to speed with friends and family? Absolutely. But must we sacrifice every nth of our privacy to do so? Absolutely not. Our biggest crime... convenience. The convenience factor is eroding away at the sanctity of our personal lives. Our second greatest crime... Narcissism. Thanks to MySpace, Facebook and now Google+, our desperate desire to let our orbs know what we are doing at all times, be it pomp, bragging, pride on behalf of our need for acceptance, approval or ego, whether because we think what we have to say, what we're doing or have done, our vacation, kid pics, dinner pics, party pics, imbecile pics, clever insights, misguided, half informed links to stories, quotes or news, and most of all, the endless line of youtube music video posts, because everyone thinks their personal taste in music helps to define them and separate them from the herd, has created giddy gabbies who think everyone wants to know everything. Not to mention the potential for being stalked with the "check in" feature.

Simple fact is, we're all just like the other 750,000,000 users on facebook. 750,000,000! Do you really think you're doing, saying or sharing something unique? Sharing some completely original thought? And how in depth and meaningful can 250 characters really be?

To halt this from simply becoming a rant, are the shallow waters of social media really worthy of the sacrifice of your personal sanctum? That wonderful island that can only be reached by rowboat carrying just you, your closest friends and thoughts and experiences worth sharing. You really want to make others envious? Wave at them as they float by on that massive ocean liner having no control over which seas they can navigate.