Sean ‘Diddy’ Combs Could Trim Prison Sentence With Drug Rehab Program
A spokesman for the fallen music mogul, who is serving a four-year sentence for prostitution-related offenses at the Fort Dix prison complex in New Jersey, said he has been accepted to the program.
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I’m weak and tired,
shaky and damaged.
Why does strength make me
weak?
Why every time I stand strong
do I shake and inside,
turn meek?
Strength rips off my flesh
and tears my insides
so the timid, helpless child
can no longer hide—
No longer hide
the tears, the screams
the slashing, the gashing,
the moaning the pain,
the ashes, the crashes,
the rain, no gain.
Strength grabs me, it stabs me
and sets me afire;
it slaps me, it snaps me,
running me down
to the mud and the mire.
I walk proudly
as strength kills me from the
inside out.
I scream and shout
but my pain reaches not one ear
while I fall and shake,
cry and break;
yelling for something to save
me,
for strength to stop raping me
and killing me
with every breath I take.
, genre: interior, style: Contemporary Realism, tags: Chair, Furniture, Table, completition: 1991.
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Rather than attending to the conversation at hand, socially anxious people are focused on themselves and continually monitor how they're coming across. They assume the worst about themselves.
When chatting to someone online, try to focus on the other person. Actively listen rather than thinking about how you look or sound. Actively enjoy what is out there. When on a video call, minimise your own image to help you focus more on the conversation.
- Our poor people, these downtrodden masses of India, therefore, require to hear and to know what they really are.
- Ay, let every man and woman and child, without respect of caste or birth, weakness or strength, hear and learn that behind the strong and the weak, behind the high and the low, behind every one, there is that Infinite Soul, assuring the infinite possibility and the infinite capacity of all to become great and good.
- Let us proclaim to every soul: Arise, awake and stop not till the goal is reached.
silhouette photo of cloud
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I’m weak and tired,
shaky and damaged.
Why does strength make me
weak?
Why every time I stand strong
do I shake and inside,
turn meek?
Strength rips off my flesh
and tears my insides
so the timid, helpless child
can no longer hide—
No longer hide
the tears, the screams
the slashing, the gashing,
the moaning the pain,
the ashes, the crashes,
the rain, no gain.
Strength grabs me, it stabs me
and sets me afire;
it slaps me, it snaps me,
running me down
to the mud and the mire.
I walk proudly
as strength kills me from the
inside out.
I scream and shout
but my pain reaches not one ear
while I fall and shake,
cry and break;
yelling for something to save
me,
for strength to stop raping me
and killing me
with every breath I take.
, genre: genre painting, style: Biedermeier, Romanticism, completition: 1864.
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two turned-on computer monitors
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Lovely young lasses
With empty beer glasses
Serving throughout the bar.
Their sashay of asses
Deftly avoiding the masses.
Young men thinking they'll get far.
A mind on chemistry classes,
Inert and noble gasses,
This one has a full jar.
With a hair flip she sasses,
Another man she passes,
Her dreams upon a farther star.
, genre: sketch and study, style: Northern Renaissance, gallery name: Metropolitan Museum of Art (Met), New York City, NY, US, tags: male-nude, designs-and-sketches, Sketch, Figure drawing, Standing, completition: 1503.
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, genre: landscape, style: Impressionism, tags: forests-and-trees, cliffs-and-rocks, Sky, Dirt road, Road, Natural landscape, Wilderness, Mountain, Tree, Cloud, Infrastructure, completition: 1919.
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I can feel it slipping away-
the love we once shared.
Maybe it was just a dream
or an illusion to make myself
happy
Maybe you really hate me-
maybe you were just being polite.
So much crap-
no more
all gone
Intense emotion faded....
into the abyss.
Soul mates,
gone.
All eyes on me-never end
walking
slowly
away.
, genre: sketch and study, style: Baroque, tags: Tortoise, completition: 1634.
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