Werd yo
I'll let the mic go
And sew up my pants
Because theres a hole
And I have ugly feet
But I can rap to a beat
Ticky ticky sticky meat
Wikki wikki my name it earine it is no lie
You go against me and your goin to die
I'll kick you up and kick you down
When I'm done we'll see the clown
I'll throw you this little tune
And then I'll lick this baboon
Peace
Wikki wikki
, genre: genre painting, style: Ukiyo-e, gallery name: Guimet Museum, Paris, France, tags: caves-and-volcanoes, forests-and-trees.
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, genre: portrait, style: Romanticism, tags: Lady.
https://uploads8.wikiart.org/images/orest-kiprensky/portrait-of-ekaterina-semenova.jpga bridge crossing over a river in a park
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- Genetics play a crucial role in how long we live.
- A good diet and plenty of exercise helps one stay in shape and live longer(but we knew that).
- Getting good treatment and medication to heal from problems is also an important factor.
, genre: design, utensil, style: Art Nouveau (Modern), tags: Vase.
https://uploads6.wikiart.org/images/louis-comfort-tiffany/long-necked-glass-vase.jpgWhy can't you just leave me alone
Just stay out of my life, it's too hard w/ you here
I have somebody else now
Somebody I can actually hold near
Do I want you back?
Why ask a question you already know
I still love you with everything I have
I don't think I will ever be able to let you go
Sometimes I can't hold back the memories of you
Remembering what you do makes me cry
I'd give anything to have you here
Forgetting your face makes me want to die
I've never had anything as good as you
But with all good comes bad
I will never have anyone love me like you
I wish we still had what we had
You want me back and you make it sound so easy
Break up with him and it'll be like it used to be?
If only I knew you could make your words come true
I'd do anything if you could just make me see
Don't hurt me anymore, I can't do it
It's not as easy as it sounds, you're killing me
I'm going to hurt regardless
Just leave me alone, and let things be
I'll love you forever, you know I will
If only I knew your love was the same
One more tear over you will leave me dry
If only I were up for the game
a very tall building with lots of windows
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green trees on cliff by the sea
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Why did I do this,
Why did I lie,
Why did I chose that I wanted to die?
I picked up that knife,
And slit up and down,
The blood rushing out,
my life ending fast was a definite doubt,
I swallowed those pills,
I knew the many people that kills,
The taste sour in my mouth,
My breath now was going south,
Slower and slower I began to breath,
Why did he have to leave,
I lay on the floor,
Trying to reach the door,
My screams no one heard,
Not even a single word,
I begged to God,
Don't let me do this,
Don't let me die,
Then for no reason,
I began to wonder why,
I remembered his face,
Oh I want to leave this place,
I crawled out the door,
Blood rushing out more and more,
The trail followed me into the kitchen,
I opened a drawer,
Then everything I used to fear,
Became so clear,
As I held that gun to my head,
I knew in a minute Id be dead,
BOOM...
Standing over my body I began to realize,
That Im not the only person people will try to victimize,
Why did I do this,
Why did I lie,
Why did I chose,
That I wanted to die?
Were you thinking of me today
Am i ever what your thinking to say
Do you ever wonder about where i go
Ever wish you were there with me though?
I wonder where you are right now
Am i all alone somehow
No trust in myself
Not looking for help
Just wondering about all the things that were said
Did you mean what you said in my bed
Sorry for putting you there
All i wanted to do was care
Now you are lost and ive gone missing
Was it in my mind you and i were kissing
What have i done did i do it again
Did i fuck it all up to lose another friend
Now can i stop trying
Cause in this house im dying
They give me shit day in day out
All they ever fucking do is shout
Im trying to forgive myself for what ive done
These bruises and cuts have just begun
They settled me down pressed the pain within
Pressed in so deep it broke through the skin
Oh how it burns blood mixed with tears
Of all the pain i held through the years
Im cold weak and lonely
Im not waiting for you to start actin phony
Here we go i take my last breath
Wonder what theyll say now that i left...
we stay within the confines
of our bodies and the concrete;
we communicate
with simple greetings
while we hurry on
to more important things
...classes, appointments, critical meetings...
Hello there.
(do you see my face?)
(don’t be alarmed
dear, it isn’t really mine,
this is only stage make-up...
and I put it on sometimes,
when I want to hide
or pretend to be
anyone but me...
You understand, don’t you?)
Hello there.
(do you hear my words?)
(I fancy them passionate purple and red,
but you disagree
claiming they’re deceitful green.
and when they float
from my mouth
dear, you’ll find they buzz
around your ear,
until they decide
it is safe to crawl in.
next, the decision is your's alone
will you chew on them for the time being
savoring what they have to offer,
will you find them true
and better than all that saccharin shit
you’ve been eating up till now?
will you be finicky, as you usually are,
will you go in unwillingly,
and find they are rotten
will you spit them on the sidewalk
and run quickly away?
will you mold my words...
like jell-o...or play-doh
...or kids with mashed potatoes...
and then, when your new sculpture is complete
...a masterpiece in its own right...
will you hand it back to me
...well, by then, it's not the same
...words switched, meaning’s changed)
Hello there.
(do you see me stroll away?
...and I seem confident inside these confines...
it’s as though self and sidewalk have no effect on me)
, genre: photo, tags: Turquoise, Water, Sky.
https://uploads6.wikiart.org/00240/images/youssef-amghar/pont-vers-nulle-part.JPG!Large.JPGWhile modern social networks have done a lot to enable human interaction, their infrastructure and operations leave much to be desired. Widespread censorship, arbitrary algorithm changes, privacy violations, intrusive ads, and undue exploitation of creators are some complaints levelled against legacy social networks.
Blockchains can help create decentralized social media networks that are user-controlled, censorship-resistant, and private.
Head to https://t.co/DPXI5hepjw for the full digital experience. https://t.co/9CayQ7zfHG
, genre: self-portrait, style: Art Nouveau (Modern), location: ViennaAustria, gallery name: Private Collection, tags: male-portraits, famous-people, Text, completition: 1909.
https://uploads4.wikiart.org/images/egon-schiele/self-portrait-with-spread-fingers-1909.jpg- If it doesn’t induce the reader to proceed to the second sentence, your work is dead. Of such a progression of sentences, each tugging the reader forward until he is hooked, a writer constructs that fateful unit, the “lead.”
- Do not count on the reader to stick around. Readers want to know very soon what’s in it for them.
parked classic gray Ford Mustang during daytime
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Racial microaggressions are subtle and often inadvertent messages sent to people of color by "well-intentioned" white people that are unaware of the hidden meanings sent to them. Basically, unconsciously acting with bias.
Microaggressions (e.g., a higher tendency to interrupt people of color who are speaking, ignoring input from people of color, or displaying cold or hostile nonverbal behaviors) manifest racism directly—so much so that some scholars and practitioners have begun using the term racial harassment, in place of microaggression, to convey the seriousness of their impact.