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DOGS AND PREY | Without wax, KASAKYA Luke
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Without wax, KASAKYA Luke. Rhetoric satire poetry and scribble. She was in his back seat, her panties on the floor. Her eyes were closed, droplets of salted tears flowing down the side of her face, she tasted them as they ran upon her lips. The car’s window panes had a moisten hue from the conflict of the warm breath of they within and the biting cold of the breeze outside. On the radio, the time check said it was 4:30, still early, still dark; in her mind it was the darkest she had ever seen. He had cau...
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dzyree | Life as <I> desire...
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Life as I desire…. Defining life…in the moment. Enkola Ya Taxi (TAXI TALES) …Reloaded. Giving meaning to life…. It’s never that serious…Life that is! A lunch fit for royalty: 3 ( 1) course #LunchWithTheKids. 40 days over 40 smiles. Smiley…Wait…Decoding the emojis 😝. FROM THE XEROX POINT OF VIEW. Animal farm politics…in the labor ward. Turning the page…. Healthy…Low-fat…Tasty Eating. A lunch fit for royalty: 3 ( 1) course #LunchWithTheKids. Smiley…Wait…Decoding the emojis 😝. FROM THE XEROX POINT OF VIEW.
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You are her SAFE guy | edrismatu
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Endless thoughts, sites and words. You are her SAFE guy. May 23, 2015. By edris matu segawa. Is any man’s clandestine desire. Being on TOP of the list ,number ONE and knowing deep down that his woman desperately wanted to end up with him. Reality check my fellow male species, you are not on top of that list. You were, will be and are still her SAFE GUY. Truth be told, every man or woman does fall in love. Is this love mutual? Do dreams come true? Debatable. Are you her first choice? If you are in a relat...
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May | 2015 | edrismatu
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Endless thoughts, sites and words. You are her SAFE guy. May 23, 2015. By edris matu segawa. Is any man’s clandestine desire. Being on TOP of the list ,number ONE and knowing deep down that his woman desperately wanted to end up with him. Reality check my fellow male species, you are not on top of that list. You were, will be and are still her SAFE GUY. Truth be told, every man or woman does fall in love. Is this love mutual? Do dreams come true? Debatable. Are you her first choice? If you are in a relat...
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Hello world! | edrismatu
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Endless thoughts, sites and words. March 4, 2015. March 4, 2015. By edris matu segawa. 8216;HELLO’. a step to knowing, sharing, learning and then some. I am only one with thoughts, memories and words. This is a beginning to possibilities. 8230;……. EMS. Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). Share on Facebook (Opens in new window). Click to share on Google (Opens in new window). Click to email (Opens in new window). Click to print (Opens in new window). REVIEW: The peak Age of Ultron missed.
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REVIEW: The peak Age of Ultron missed. | edrismatu
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Endless thoughts, sites and words. REVIEW: The peak Age of Ultron missed. May 8, 2015. May 22, 2015. By edris matu segawa. With a great movie comes great sequel expectations. After the first Avenger movie made over 1billion dollars( $1,518.6b for figures’ sake). Is expected to beat the bad guy and save the world or the girl or something? So what makes one hero more of a hero than other heroes? In the first few minutes of. Avengers: age of Ultron. They are not that connected. How all movies are connected?
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BLACKBOARD LOVE | Without wax, KASAKYA Luke
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Without wax, KASAKYA Luke. Rhetoric satire poetry and scribble. The math teacher’s scribble on the board was a calculation to find the circumference of a circle drawn in the midst of a triangle with no radius given. He had left and of course like every good primary school teacher had left numbers for home work on the black board for the pupils to copy. Three rows down, the young Peter sat watching this trend of activity. He knew the routine too well, he had seen it played out since he could remember&...
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The last words said… | Without wax, KASAKYA Luke
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Without wax, KASAKYA Luke. Rhetoric satire poetry and scribble. The last words said…. Carol She was more or less a sister. His parents had come to accept her and love her and she in turn did not disappoint. She was the sweet helpful girl they only wished could have been biologically their own. She was we’ll behaved and quick on her feet, quick to help with this and that; but above all, his parents had also come to appreciate her lovable, lively and charming character. The one good thing in his life had b...
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MOTHERS AND WIVES | Without wax, KASAKYA Luke
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Without wax, KASAKYA Luke. Rhetoric satire poetry and scribble. Outside was the pita pata of a light falling rain. He could not hear it, but from the sight of it through the gilded glass windows and door, he imagined that was the sound it made that’s what everyone wrote any ways. Hey hun, sari I knt mek it tonite, a bit tied up. The message simply read. Sorry, the subscriber you’re calling does not answer, please try again later. All he could was to think:. His mother was everything any son could ever dr...
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Monday Poem | Without wax, KASAKYA Luke
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Without wax, KASAKYA Luke. Rhetoric satire poetry and scribble. Clinical Blues, Daybreak, etc. Where memories come out to tan. Let memories come out to dance. Ghetto super stars or Bagco super sacks:. The radio oscillates between memory and currency. Ol’ Dirty Bastards or Alias 4.30,. Do we need jute bags to carry these memories? The menu is a clump of pretentiousness,. What would you really like to eat? Me or this brickwall between us. Time passed too fast,. We forgot the masons we employed. Scott Woods...
