“I confess I do not believe in time. I like to fold my magic carpet, after use, in such a way as to superimpose one part of the pattern upon another. Let visitors trip. And the highest enjoyment of timelessness―in a landscape selected at random―is when I stand among rare butterflies and their food plants.- nabokov
O, that you were yourself! but, love, you are No longer yours than you yourself here live: Against this coming end you should prepare, And your sweet semblance to some other give. So should that beauty which you hold in lease Find no determination: then you were Yourself again after yourself's decease, When your sweet issue your sweet form should bear. Who lets so fair a house fall to decay, Which husbandry in honour might uphold Against the stormy gusts of winter's day And barren rage of death's eternal cold? O, none but unthrifts! Dear my love, you know You had a father: let your son say so.
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The Supreme Court of the United States declined on Tuesday to take on a case centered on the personhood of preborn children. The case involves a lawsuit filed by Catholics for Life and two pro-life activists on behalf of their preborn children against Rhode Island’s Reproductive Privacy Act, which made abortion a state right when it was signed into law in 2019.
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I am trying to eat amala tonight. I think of God and throats often. Being African is a religion. I am sixteen, highly unfervent. I read its holy words like sand in my mouth, embarrassing my grandparents. I was born the colour of brown sugar, a home of honey at the back of my mouth. I grew up forgetting. I coiled my tongue and wasted saliva spewing imaginary snow, cherishing its texture more than pounded yam. I feared the weight of my name and envied the fluffy feel of Smith and Peterson. I tugged my hair and pulled it through my teeth to make it curl. It remained coiled, stubborn, like my African home in me. Being an African boy is a religion. Highly unfervent, my penitence reflects in a taste for ankara and chocolates. Yes, chocolates. They are great redeemers like Google Translate. Perhaps even greater. It’s lovely to eat a slight representation of yourself, even if it doesn’t, like amala, taste of home or wear a much darker, truthful shade of your skin.
Oh yeah, I'll tell you something, I think you'll understand. When I'll say that something, I want to hold your pencil, I want to hold your pencil, I want to hold your pencil.
Oh please, say to me, You'll let me eat pizzas. And please, say to me, You'll let me strip naked. Now let me hold your pencil, I want to hold your pencil.
Imagine there's no girls. It's easy if you try. No guitars in the moon, Above us only babies. Imagine all the people, Living for world peace...
You may say I'm an annoying, But I'm not the only one. I hope someday you'll join us, And the world will become dystopian.
All you need is bigger chocolate. All you need is bigger chocolate. All you need is bigger chocolate, bigger chocolate. Bigger chocolate is all you need.
We all live in our black rocket, Black rocket, black rocket, We all live in our black rocket, Black rocket, black rocket.
Oh yeah!
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Last Christmas, I gave you my toy But the very next day, you fell into it This year, to save me from tears I'll give it to Annabel Lee
I'm dreaming of a cold Christmas Just like the ones I used to know Where the children glisten and mice listen To hear cars in the snow
You were Happy You were merry Monarch of England When the band finished playing They howled out for more The crowd were swinging All the mice they were singing You asked me to drink And then we did smoke
But then last Christmas, I gave you my toy And the very next day, you fell into it This year, to save me from tears I'll give it to Annabel Lee instead
You're gloomy You're sick Happy Christmas to you I pray God it's your last
Rockin' around the Christmas your mamma At the Christmas party hop, Rockin' around the Christmas your mamma, Let the Christmas spirit ring, Later I'll have some chocolate And me and Annabel Lee will smoke
I don't want a lot for Christmas There is just one thing I need I don't care about books I just want Annabel Lee for my own More than you could ever know Make my wish come true oh All I want for Christmas is Annabel Lee
Oh, Annabel Lee yeah, oh Annabel Lee yeah Annabel Lee the child is a hopeful, cheery soul Annabel Lee the child is a fairy tale they say
Annabel Lee baby, I want you and really that is all I'll wait up for you, dear Annabel Lee baby, won't you smoke with me tonight?
So here it is, cold Christmas Everybody's here to drink Look to the future now It's only just begun
Simply having a cold Christmastime Simply having a cold Christmastime
"The Doernbecher Children's Hospital in Portland provides an instructional guide… In the guidance, the children's hospital also directs minors to a 'sex-positive shop in Portland [i.e. the sex 'toy store', called She Bop] ...'
"The sex toy store offers 'virtual offerings' that provide: 'Fun and interactive sex toy chat + Q&A facilitated by one of our sex toy experts.' The sex toy store also offers online classes about sexual activities, including [sado-masicistic practices].
"The children's hospital admits, 'The shop is for people age 18 and older, but they offer appointments beforeorafter hours for younger [minor] shoppers.'" [my emphasis; Robert]
Doernbecher Children's Hospital, an affiliate of Oregon Health and Science University, also has pages dedicated to "transgender" medicine on its website...for children as young as ten years old!
The clinic provides resources on its site to encourage girls to "bind" their chest and boys to "tuck" their genitals, and directs children to websites that assist them in doing so, including the "sex toy" shop.
We were nocturnal players, Bats in ball, & ever since Don Pedro said There are Puerto Ricans on the moon The night is my cousin & the clustered stars My cousin & Saturn’s little ring of smoke my second cousin Though not the same ring as a freshly snapped Medalla bottle which My abuelo also named Pedro apparently liked too much But back to the moon the first rock dollop of sugar & slinging hoop in the dark which we learned was a game of approximation Less math more muscle memory less Mozart more Machito Like descarga more riff more wrist. We set our eyes on not seeing but feeling a thing through, indeed From elbow to hip wherever the orange lip might lead