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
Annabella Sciorra Has an Enviable Morning Writing Routine
“It just kind of pours out,” the “Tulsa King” actress said.
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Trace its journey from the banks of the Nile to The Met in New York City. Examine intricate carvings up close, play through interactive reconstructions, and reflect on its layered cultural history through immersive https://t.co/iiX9LaSsvf
Social media is one of the most harmful and destructive things you could have in your mobile and will talke a long time to figure out what is right to be done, but generally you can start by first unfollowing less important accounts and geoyps, setting times for using it, and managing your time on them.
Here's a list of the most important social media platforms and what to do with them.
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?
Shackles of a broken love, loosen and drop from my soul
Give me the freedom I've yearned for to fully make me whole
Allow me to search within myself with the ability to find
A love that doesn't hurt my heart nor destroy my mind
I want to be free, just me, myself and I
I want to be free, and let not time pass me by
For so long I have accepted a cloudiness in my space
No more shall endure such pain, for this I shall erase
The time has come for me to make a new change in my life
Questions and answers being sought, appears before my eyes
I want to be free, just me, myself and I
I want to be free, and live a joyful peaceful life.
I choose to embrace peace and happiness within my inner soul
Thanking you for strengthening me and loosening up this hold
Sometimes it may take time for a broken love to heal
But, only if I keep the faith, will a true love be revealed
It's being free to love me, to love myself and I
Time to me is of the essence and it will not pass me by
If you could only use one color for the rest of your art journey, which would it be and why? 🤔✨ Share your thoughts and let's discuss how color influences our emotions and creativity! #ArtCommunity #ColorTheory #Creativity
Phubbing, or phone-snubbing is increasingly common, where we snub the person talking to us in person in favour of the incoming text message on our phone.
We should provide our complete attention to the person in front of us, and if someone phubs us, we can let them know right there.
It was the ride of a lifetime
That turned around so much
Here off to leave the place we slept
To fight the world and such
We left everything but the sky
In our hearts it stayed tight
By love it stood alone that time
To us it only felt right
The tire blew up before some time
The distance fell short that day
Under the stars’ night we thought that
We had not picked a way
Together we ran forever to stay
And to be with each other
Every city had a small town
All towns looked like another
The road kept us bumping around
Holding on for our love
The way got rough and hard and tough
Hardly with heads above
The road came to a stopping point
Waiting for life to live
Our place is here the time is now
To stop running from time
It was the ride of a lifetime
That turned around so much
Here off to leave the place we slept
To fight the world and such
We left everything but the sky
In our hearts it stayed tight
By love it stood alone that time
To us it only felt right
The tire blew up before some time
The distance fell short that day
Under the stars’ night we thought that
We had not picked a way
Together we ran forever to stay
And to be with each other
Every city had a small town
All towns looked like another
The road kept us bumping around
Holding on for our love
The way got rough and hard and tough
Hardly with heads above
The road came to a stopping point
Waiting for life to live
Our place is here the time is now
To stop running from time
Why Barbara Walker’s Black Subjects Deserve More Than Just ‘Visibility’
To reduce the artist’s portraiture to merely a triumph of representation is to miss the point of her work.
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Legend often has it that Molière died onstage, but that’s not actually true. On February 17, 1673, the audience watching Le Malade Imaginaire (The Imaginary Invalid) at Théâtre du Palais-Royal in Paris almost witnessed Jean-Baptiste Poquelin, the writer and actor better known as Molière, die onstage. He collapsed in a coughing fit, but the show soon went on, and he finished his performance as hypochondriac Argan. Unlike his character, Molière was actually gravely ill with tuberculosis, and just a few hours later, he died from a hemorrhage.
Nature is often seen as the opposite of culture - nature cannot be the result of human interference, and cultural development is achieved against nature.
There is also another take on the relationship between nature and culture. Studies suggest that culture is part of the ecological niche.
Art Gallery of South Australia taps new director
Jason Smith joins the Adelaide institution from Geelong Gallery.
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Available now for download, the revitalized Art Basel app is here with powerful new capabilities to make navigating show week easier – and more personal – than ever.
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“Writing is hard work. A clear sentence is no accident. Very few sentences come out right the first time, or even the third time. Remember this in moments of despair. If you find that writing is hard, it’s because it is hard.”
Should I Sit Through the Movie’s Closing Credits?
The film has ended, but the names of the many people who worked on it are rolling across the screen.
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