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…a habit of 30 minutes of reading per day is the difference between reading 0 books per year and reading 20 books per year
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Don’t be jealousjust be betterStronger, more caring, on a higher orbitEat right, exercise, take your vitaminsSay your fuckin’ prayers if you really think it helps. Play your cards close to your chestAnd push in your chipswhen you catch them cheating a glimpse When is the last time you heardabout a magnet nagging at a paperclipThey…
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An assemblage is a dynamic collection of elements that form a heterogeneous whole.
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You can’t simply jump straight from the womb to medical school, though. People have needs. Food, shelter, a safe environment to grow up in, friends, interests, and so on.
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Walking up the ramp to the bridge over the Danshui river, I saw a man in a white long sleeve shirt with a red fishing rod that was at least three meters across in his gloved hands. He was standing at the corner of the spillway and the river’s edge. Slowly coming up the spillway…
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(out of character goggles)- This is an attempt at writing an epic poem from my last DnD session. You can read a little about that on the other post here. It’s in iambic pentameter, though some of the iambs are backwards. And lo, Raugar took to the Inn, Plain Sight.In a corner sat a weary…
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The bus is so crowdedOld ladies and businessmen going about their days and allIt’s standing room only in hereAnd each time the door opensA colorful tide of people press their way onEach of us repeatedly strugglingto adjust to our new realitiesThe line of schoolchildren and their backpacksThe young father who doesn’t know his strolleris parked…
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The olden times I’ve been in and out of love with Dungeons and Dragons since I was first introduced with it allllll the way back around 2004. In love because it’s just so much fun; out of love because I periodically get tired of the old tropes and want to engage in some other types…
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Why is it I am always the seaand you are always the moon? and for that matter, who is the manwatching the flocculent cloudsfloat by on rippling tidal pools? is it my opulence, my steadfast mightcrashing against these shores as the eons pass? is it your control over me, my morning and night? is it…
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the very first thing I want to sayis how fucking dare youI still clearly recallthe anchovy pizzaand the lemon mint smoke rolling from your nostrils like a dragonjust days before it happened All their heads hung low, silhouettedbacklit by the bright lights of the stoop“did you hear” in a somber tone who is gonna care…
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