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false crocodile tearsh eva look at'this!...
tears to shed, crikey he's dead
false crocodillian tears on black flower tongues
marching into the field as his song is sung
Australian Saint of Claw and Fang
endless fights against crrruel human bangbangbang
perpendicluar-passion-penetration into next hour volunteers
pollynation for unred-hearts and sun-blind fear
inhabitants inhabiting utopian room
wildlife-conservation at mamba-fast momentum...
salvation cave to
......still watching you get what you eat and wear
hoping you're not as dumb as you were
shall it be boomslang skin or crocodile meat
indoor tantrum over non-existent cherry coke
sink in olive swamp where frogs don't croak
petal-plucking orchids, killing all yer gnomes
alone in my funeral, without a mental of my own
printing blueprints for minor suicide
failure to DELETE what's out inside
pest-labeled innocence approaching........"fast"
future lullabyes drifting into Past
other's bloom, togethered by super-glue
unpleasant deterioration of a made-up flu
struggling to forget this fictionalicalical bond
might as well swim in another pond...
...might as well swim in another fond
Google's PrayerOur Google, which art in Wi-fi
Quick be thy search.
Thy results come, thy buffer be done,
On Bing as it is in Chrome.
Give us this day our daily updates
And forgive us our spelling
As we forgive those who butcher English grammar.
And lead us not into Apple,
But deliver us from Siri.
For thine is the Wi-fi, the processor, and the Android forever.
Those Were the DaysVera’s car was there, no others, and Bert gave thanks for that. He saw her pressed against the driver’s seat of her minivan, the one they used to share, and remembered the day at the dealership fondly. She was pregnant with their first child and the dealer had rambled about the safety of the babe, as if they didn’t already know this. Bert shook his head and stumbled towards the vehicle, immediately regretting dragging her from bed this late.
When he slid inside the red van, Vera said nothing. They sat there in the deserted parking lot and listened to the humming of the motor. Finally, she glanced at him sideways, frustratio
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`anmari has been spreading her infectious positivity throughout our community for over 6 years. Throughout this time Ana has been at the core of all things devious, passionately developing an eclectic gallery, helping organise devmeets, participating in chat events and also recently completed dedicating her time as a Community Volunteer. We are absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2013 to `anmari, congratulations! Read More