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RICO (feat. Drake). I hate people because people made me. Art starts within….its our words without speaking. I like it nasty, and a lil bit romantic. Let’s raise children who wont have to recover from their childhoods. THIS IS SO IMPORTANT I STOPPED BREATHING. Then They’ll’ve Loved themselves. Because somebody taught them. Without knowing they’ve been taught. Or even knowing how to love someone else.
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Wednesday, November 18, 2009. Everytime I think of you. Smiles on my face. I keep you in my thoughts. Creating new ones each day. A warm feeling in my chest. Somehow, my mind is a whirl. Can't keep up with the idea. How can it be. Laughing as we go. Each day is better than the last. Posted by JB @ 2:17 PM. A man of men. A man of girth. A man with beard. Such hairs of worth. To the man with beard. A hair so big. A hair so brawny. No one can match. Hair worn so fondly. For his fury to lash. Now I see it.
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Tuesday, August 04, 2009. Slow, echoing intro]. What do you do). When you get everything you've ever wanted. What do you do). When everything fits into place. What do you do). When you have what you've always wanted. And you lose it (lose it)(lose it). What do you do when your love. Isn't enough to make her stay? Do you just watch her walk away? How do you just let her walk away. Taking everything you had left. Soft]Feeling everything give way. Give me one god damn reason. To keep on believing. Listen to...
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November 8, 2012. One of the best music clips of all time. Massive Attack - Unfinished Sympathy. Since I saw this video clip many years ago I'm in love with it. Finally I've found it on Youtube after some months of reserch, because I had forgotten the name of the group and the tittle of the song. It is a masterpiece, I think. Posted by Juan Bielsa. December 10, 2011. Every thought is a seed. Every thought is a seed. If you plant crab apples, don’t count on harvesting Golden Delicious. March 19, 2011.
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Welcome to Poetic Paisley! We were tired of boring body products.(yawn) So we decided to embark on making a fun, fragrant and flirty product collection specifically geared toward spas, salons and boutiques. Poetic Paisley features artisan room sprays, sugar scrubs, luxe bath bombs, soothing sea salt soaks, aromatic candles, hand sanitizer, lip balms and so much more. We use the finest ingredients and scent our products with top quality fragrance oils, all skin-safe and phthalate-free!
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Wednesday, April 29, 2015. Even though this world I find myself in. Moves me too damn fast. And yielding to a full-bodied surrendering drop in stillness that mimics cosmic weightlessness of zero gravity. Nonetheless time has ensued and matured my being. You are by my side, holding that balance with the cycle of birth blooming life. You need not say words for I feel you, like a shadow, a wordless whisper or the most languid breeze that perpetually engages my skin. Or else I will needlessly suffer. Presses...