Well I wouldn't dare!

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Why romance in science fiction does not work

🌹The whole point of going into space is to escape the confines of the world we live in! What is the point of kissing if one is amount greater mysteries than one can fathom! One needs romance to make life not so hohum, but life in space is so great, that nobody will desire mere terrestrial concerns there

Cancel culture 2

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Cancel culture

Hello, you idiots!

🌹💋kiss some beautiful woman in the civil war,and I am not speaking in Klingon Baptist church? I am not speaking in Spanish and the world to gain a group of the king and queen 's park in a group where we pretend to be bees in an interview with the Bible? You can même? If so,and the world to gain a foothold in the original Klingon,I have a crush on you all!

Wedding

Lbgt wedding

Ellen degeneres

I do not know if Ellen degeneres feels this way, but many like her do

From “YOU DA ONE” BY JENNIFER TAMAYO

From “YOU DA ONE”

BY JENNIFER TAMAYO

At the airport, we all take a shot of aguardiente

because we all had each other’s faces

When I saw my brother I saw my face

I saw my grandmother I saw my face

I saw my aunt I saw my stupid face

On the way up the mountain I saw my face in a pile of trash

I saw my face in the mule’s ass

I saw my lover I saw my face but it was white & weary

I saw my brother again and there was my face;

               my other brother, my other face

I saw my face in the American Apparel ivory chiffon blouse

I brought for this occasion

In the occasion I saw my face, I did

I saw my face in the pankekes the next morning

My face was in the talk of death

My face was in her teeth, the pavement, etc.,

There was a jail cell at the Museo Nacional, I saw my face

A woman flowercunted & crosslegged, my face & my face

Everywhere my face like I didn’t have one

Botero’s asses all my faces

I took down notes when it came to torture

& the inquisition and saw my face in the leather swing set

Clavicle spikerest & eye ruptrest

Faces, I suppose, are a type of torture

to look like one but never be one