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    69 Free Halloween Printable Crafts and Activities 🎃
    Here's 69 Amazing Halloween Printable Crafts and Activities! You'll find cool Halloween kid crafts, worksheets, & Halloween game printables!
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  • i was sittin on a lovely bench last night
    looked to my right
    a couple of guys
    and one ems wife
    all drinkin smokin cigarettes
    on the saturday night
    i was thinkin
    about how i had nothing but
    a light
    one em walked over to the trashcan
    next to me and dropped his half beer in and gave me a grin
    well it wasnt a grin but it was some kind of look
    as i looked at the beer i would have gladly took
    fall down
    just no consideration
    man down man down

    as he walked back
    he mumbled something about how "its just a beer, cant even throw a beer away, """"

    i thought maybe he assumed i was an environmental nut
    scoffing at a bottle not being
    recycled

    i had had enough
    time to move on
    i get up and they are blocking my way

    i judge the go around
    no fucking way
    i got all night but not all day


    i move to walk through
    the group of three
    two men standing
    much bigger than me
    the woman sitting alone laughing
    on the bench made for three

    the man in the middle stops laughing and looks at me
    i gesture because i just want to walk by
    and he asks me
    "do you got a problem?"
    all my problems surface in my mind and i sigh
    as i know ill tell him
    every goddamn one

    and i realize this is just an alpha thing and these alphas are drunk
    they want to fight someone
    but me seriously
    do they think
    that i think
    im bruce fucking lee

    i just hold up the crumpled cigarette i had found on the ground
    and ask if i could have one of theres they had been passing around

    the man says to the woman on the bench
    oh he just needs a light
    although he heard me wrong
    it sounded for a second
    we might get along
    and she looks over and sees the lighter in my other hand
    and tells the man
    he has a light
    and he looks at me
    and i clarify
    for my habit justice and peace

    as all three take a moment looking at me
    i notice the pause
    and the man says no
    and like someone pressed play
    the woman took her hand out of her purse
    and they all stayed quiet
    looking at me

    the end
    and not the end

    happy birthday









    i was sittin on a lovely bench last night looked to my right a couple of guys and one ems wife all drinkin smokin cigarettes on the saturday night i was thinkin about how i had nothing but a light one em walked over to the trashcan next to me and dropped his half beer in and gave me a grin well it wasnt a grin but it was some kind of look as i looked at the beer i would have gladly took fall down just no consideration man down man down as he walked back he mumbled something about how "its just a beer, cant even throw a beer away, """" i thought maybe he assumed i was an environmental nut scoffing at a bottle not being recycled i had had enough time to move on i get up and they are blocking my way i judge the go around no fucking way i got all night but not all day i move to walk through the group of three two men standing much bigger than me the woman sitting alone laughing on the bench made for three the man in the middle stops laughing and looks at me i gesture because i just want to walk by and he asks me "do you got a problem?" all my problems surface in my mind and i sigh as i know ill tell him every goddamn one and i realize this is just an alpha thing and these alphas are drunk they want to fight someone but me seriously do they think that i think im bruce fucking lee i just hold up the crumpled cigarette i had found on the ground and ask if i could have one of theres they had been passing around the man says to the woman on the bench oh he just needs a light although he heard me wrong it sounded for a second we might get along and she looks over and sees the lighter in my other hand and tells the man he has a light and he looks at me and i clarify for my habit justice and peace as all three take a moment looking at me i notice the pause and the man says no and like someone pressed play the woman took her hand out of her purse and they all stayed quiet looking at me the end and not the end happy birthday
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  • https://soundcloud.com/centavra-project/centavra-project-space-flightfull-version-2015
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  • i stg if ya dont wish Yahor a happy birthday im lightin houses up!
    i stg if ya dont wish Yahor a happy birthday im lightin houses up! 🔫
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  • #Eastern_Veil_Nebula #nebula #Space #Deep_Space #Space_Exploration #alien #alien_earth

    Eastern Veil Nebula - 1,470 light years from Earth
    #Eastern_Veil_Nebula #nebula #Space #Deep_Space #Space_Exploration #alien #alien_earth Eastern Veil Nebula - 1,470 light years from Earth
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  • The Pulse That Outlives Me

    Since I was small,
    my hands have itched
    for the weight of something new,
    the warm breath of an idea
    still wet from birth.

    While others chased nights
    strung with music and lights,
    I chased the hum beneath my ribs—
    that low, holy vibration
    that says: Make. Make. Make.

    I am not afraid of death—
    only of silence,
    of the stillness that comes
    when the last word dries,
    when the last color fades
    from my palette.

    Some people fear missing the party.
    I fear missing the next
    perfect shiver of creation,
    the one that seizes my spine
    like lightning,
    the one that says:
    Here. This is yours. Make it real
    before it slips away forever.

    Even as a child,
    I knew my bones would be dust one day.
    But a poem—
    a song,
    a shadow on film,
    a brushstroke on canvas—
    that could outlive me.
    That could keep my voice
    whispering in the ears of strangers
    long after my name is forgotten.

    So I make.
    I bleed ink.
    I sweat pigment.
    I dream in shapes and sounds.
    Every piece is a fragment
    of the monument I am building
    to outlast my pulse.

    And when I am gone,
    let them find my works
    scattered like constellations—
    each one a flare I sent into the dark,
    each one still burning,
    still warm,
    still breathing my name.


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    The Pulse That Outlives Me Since I was small, my hands have itched for the weight of something new, the warm breath of an idea still wet from birth. While others chased nights strung with music and lights, I chased the hum beneath my ribs— that low, holy vibration that says: Make. Make. Make. I am not afraid of death— only of silence, of the stillness that comes when the last word dries, when the last color fades from my palette. Some people fear missing the party. I fear missing the next perfect shiver of creation, the one that seizes my spine like lightning, the one that says: Here. This is yours. Make it real before it slips away forever. Even as a child, I knew my bones would be dust one day. But a poem— a song, a shadow on film, a brushstroke on canvas— that could outlive me. That could keep my voice whispering in the ears of strangers long after my name is forgotten. So I make. I bleed ink. I sweat pigment. I dream in shapes and sounds. Every piece is a fragment of the monument I am building to outlast my pulse. And when I am gone, let them find my works scattered like constellations— each one a flare I sent into the dark, each one still burning, still warm, still breathing my name. https://www.blogger.com/u/7/blog/post/edit/7919007891465025240/49843031849199149
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  • I just caught a UFO on camera, now and then a bright light hangs in the sky. Its the brightest thing in the sky. Twice before when I have looked away or to get a camera and they just disappear. They don't wizz away, you just don't them leave. This time it has changed; I was able to look at it, look away and get a camera and take a picture and video When I went away to get my food out of the Air Frier it had gone.
    I just caught a UFO on camera, now and then a bright light hangs in the sky. Its the brightest thing in the sky. Twice before when I have looked away or to get a camera and they just disappear. They don't wizz away, you just don't them leave. This time it has changed; I was able to look at it, look away and get a camera and take a picture and video When I went away to get my food out of the Air Frier it had gone.
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  • My ancestors had plenty of rhythm for white people and were light on their feet. True story, my Uncle Jebediah actually died dancing...at the end of a rope!
    My ancestors had plenty of rhythm for white people and were light on their feet. True story, my Uncle Jebediah actually died dancing...at the end of a rope!
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  • The key to life is gaslighting yourself.
    The key to life is gaslighting yourself.
    Goth Vibes
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  • truly groundbreaking news the cia just realized that they were usign black hilighters
    truly groundbreaking news the cia just realized that they were usign black hilighters
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