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you guys bring me happiness everyday
when i see you at school
or when we're walking home
when i need to cry on someones shoulder
you guys are the ones i would go to
and ones that would actually care
we have the best of times together
i remember the joke we shared months ago
the insides we have from everyday
when I'm mad at someone else
i go to talk to you guys
u can feel my anger and pain
where would i be without you two...
dedicated-
Casey D.(Gertrude) and Elaina H. I dont know what i would do without you two. You guys complete me i SO many ways. I love you guys and i always will!!!
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Experts foresee a prosperous Art Basel Miami Beach 2024.
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- Use “make” when talking about building, producing, constructing, creating a physical object: E.g.: “I made a cup of tea”
- To indicate the components that are used to make something or the origin of a product: E.g.: “implants are made of titanium”, and “This car is made in France”
- It's common to use “make” when talking about money: E.g.: “We made a deal”, or “With the price of oil increasing, oil companies are making money”
- Make can also be used to express a feeling or reaction: E.g.: “She made him happy”
The English language is a universal tool for communication and is mastered even by non-native speakers. The many inconsistencies, quirks and complexities found in English can be confusing and highly frustrating for millions, both in verbal and written formats.
Other languages like French may have complexities like silent letters or certain complex rules, but nothing beats the English language, where letters, combination of letters and pronunciations follow hundreds of different rules and contradictory spellings.
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)
Hip Hop culture and rap have been associated with negative connotations, equating them with profanity, misogyny, violence and crime.
The lyrical content of hip hop is confronting and often includes the glorification of violence, substance use, and gender discrimination. But, at its core, it is built on values of social justice, peace, respect, self-worth, community, and having fun. Because of these values, it's used as a therapeutic tool with younger people.
An unimaginably loud explosion,
Is followed by broken glass,
And the screams of women and children,
Who are caught up in the blast.
They are caught up in a conflict,
It is catching up with all their lives,
It hasn’t asked for what it’s taken,
And it won’t apologise.
The people open their eyes,
Or at least all those who can,
They don’t want to see the damage,
Dealt by the bombers hand.
They survey all the bleeding,
They hear the cries of pain,
They struggle to comprehend this,
And they start to feel the strain.
A half a dozen are dead,
Fathers, mothers and sons,
And no one can answer the question:
In all this loss, just who has won?
What would drive a person
To board a bus with this in his head?
The survivors don’t know the reason,
Anyone who does is probably dead.
Education is more than just an organized system of learning. Education should expand our consciousness, capabilities, sensitivities, and cultural understanding. It should enlarge our worldview. As we all live in two worlds—the world within you that exists only because you do, and the world around you—the core purpose of education is to enable students to understand both worlds.
In today’s climate, there is also a new and urgent challenge: to provide forms of education that engage young people with the global-economic issues of environmental well-being.
The Danish philosophy seems to be that if you genuinely enjoy eating something, then you can delight in cakes, cookies, cheese, coffee, and so on. The idea here is that life is about enjoying pleasures, and not feeling without or restricted.
In many other cultures, mindful eating isn't practiced as often as it should be, and instant gratification results in consuming without enjoyment. The hygge philosophy is to celebrate indulgent treats, to share them, and experience them slowly. Savor the moment. And don't rush what you're putting into your body.
verse 1
I’ve put my life on the line
In the search to find true happiness
On a dream is where I’d dwell
I had my life on the line
It was all on hold and colourless
The darker spirits had cast a spell
I’ve placed a trust in myself
My life will not be lead in loneliness
The streaming tears must float away
I had a trust in myself
Life can’t remain so passionless
Until that time I am a stray
chorus
One can’t just force the emotion
Force it to a place,
Where it can’t blossom proud and true
It lays low then attacks
Attacks when it finds someone
Connecting strong with you
I put my heart and soul
To find the one who’d show me heaven
There were few who took me high
Heaven never heard my cry
My efforts were for nothing I could tell
And whenever fortune approached
I’d be brought down to serve in hell
Verse 2
I felt so blind to the truth
Naïve and young I wanted it
Because my life was bland and blue
I was so blind to the truth
Seeking all who I connected with
It wasn’t real love I knew
I’ve got a fire in my heart
Warm and raging, still alive
I’m alone, but I’m complete
I had a fire in my heart
It swung around, then learned to live
It’s independent to the heat
chorus
Bridge
The error of my ways was to
Seek compassion from another
My flaw in the day was to
Reciprocate from my lover
Yet all I ever needed was to love myself
With all my heart, from within my soul
Life’s just a series of moments
Mortal, null, and full of stress
A break to being must unfold
Life is a series of moments
Learn not to waste and self confess
So seize yours, don’t be told
Final Chorus
I have my heart and soul
I am the one who’ll show me heaven
With the one’s who took me high
Heaven never heard my cry
My efforts had been for nothing, I could tell
Now whenever fortune approached
I’m not brought down to serve in hell
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Hey diddle diddle,
the Cats on the fiddle,
that Cow must be wired to the moon.
The little Dog barfed,
as we all had fun
and the Dish got clubbed with a Spoon...
ali-p 2003
Online dating didn’t really begin with the advent of the internet.
The need to communicate to other human beings for love, companionship and sex goes back centuries, with each new technology opening up further avenues and fresh ways to reach out.
An unimaginably loud explosion,
Is followed by broken glass,
And the screams of women and children,
Who are caught up in the blast.
They are caught up in a conflict,
It is catching up with all their lives,
It hasn’t asked for what it’s taken,
And it won’t apologise.
The people open their eyes,
Or at least all those who can,
They don’t want to see the damage,
Dealt by the bombers hand.
They survey all the bleeding,
They hear the cries of pain,
They struggle to comprehend this,
And they start to feel the strain.
A half a dozen are dead,
Fathers, mothers and sons,
And no one can answer the question:
In all this loss, just who has won?
What would drive a person
To board a bus with this in his head?
The survivors don’t know the reason,
Anyone who does is probably dead.
It was a warm fall night,
And scattered around the ground were leaves,
As the wind blew the empty tree's gently in the breeze.
Whispers could be heard as wolves were howling steadily.
The moon was bright, the shadows were mysterious.
The laughter's slowly diminished as the fog rolled in.
The land grew dark, the shadows not as sharp,
But the waves kept moving peacefully -in and out.-
The tide was high, the moon was full but slightly hidden in this merely fog that had moved on shore.
Clouds slowly part as the stars can be seen, lighting the colours of the forest.
As our boat entered the harbour's lights, we knew we were finally home; safe and sound!
Our journey has come to an end on this warm fall night, so we thought...
you guys bring me happiness everyday
when i see you at school
or when we're walking home
when i need to cry on someones shoulder
you guys are the ones i would go to
and ones that would actually care
we have the best of times together
i remember the joke we shared months ago
the insides we have from everyday
when I'm mad at someone else
i go to talk to you guys
u can feel my anger and pain
where would i be without you two...
dedicated-
Casey D.(Gertrude) and Elaina H. I dont know what i would do without you two. You guys complete me i SO many ways. I love you guys and i always will!!!
One of the biggest challenges when it comes to social media content is knowing what to post.
When creating content for social media, it is important to share a variety of types of content. Your content should educate, entertain, or sell.
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Today's character idea is : a hand-puppeteer.
this character is very quiet. but when they use their hand-puppet, they usually talk a lot more. they communicate by their hand-puppet.
they will be very shy at first, but have a good sense of humor once you know them. they tend to hide their real feelings and use their puppet to convey what they're actually feeling.
sidenote : if they're going to have a romantic relationship, make sure that their love interest is either the one who understand them the most or the one who never understand them.
consumes Maurizio Cattelan’s "Comedian" and vows to support the original banana vendor TRONDAO
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Justin Sun to 'Thank' Street Vendor Who Sold $6.2M Banana | Artnet News
Justin Sun said he will buy 100,000 bananas from the vendor who sold the fruit that was used for Maurizio Cattelan's $6.
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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)
When we gather, we often make the mistake of merging category with purpose. We outsource our decisions and our assumptions about our gatherings to people, formats, and contexts that are not our own.
We get caught into the false belief that knowing the category of the gathering—the board meeting, workshop, birthday party, town hall—will be instructive to designing it. But we often choose the template—and the activities and structure that go along with it—before we’re clear on our purpose.