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My dog who died last year.
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Of course I Am.
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I would kill them in their sleep.
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I meditate daily, and affect the weather I am a part of.
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Maybe someone will pay me to.
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In sales, I am fearless.
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Um, is this a solicitation?
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Well, it is a method to express my "actor side" of my persona in a creatively fulfilling way, and of course also, as you say, because I do not wish to drive myself mad with boredom. (le lol!!!)
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Lol. Well, Prince I do not mind so much as ill-produced Nickelback. *smiles*
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Innocent question. My parents told me I was born in West Hollywood, Los Angeles, CA, but we migrated to Washington Heights, Manhattan, New York City, when I was age 1. I don't have any memories of CA from that early, but my earliest memories were being in Dominican Jewish neighborhood, hearing the sounds of Merengue, Salsa, y Reggaeton Musica from my baby crib..hearing about how there was a huge problem of car theft in the neighborhood..but waking up to Sesame Street everyday y Mi Madre dressing me for Magnet School @ P.S. 199, & nursery school before that. I loved playing Mario Bros 1, Ninja Gaiden, Rad Racer, et al on Nintendo Entertainment System game console. After school I loved playing Ninja Turtles arcade game at the local Blimpies, y collecting baseball cards Con chewing gum, y ring pops @ the local Bodega, having an icey from the vendor cart outside, y taking school field trips to the Cloisters y American Museum of Natural History Museums. Also, always watching The Muppet Show on TV before going to bed every noche. Loved Halloween parties with friends from school, y seeing a few Broadway shows.
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Well, they would have told me you are Dominican. Spanish, mas o menos. Your dad was from Russia, but his dad was from the Ukraine, and their Abuelo was from Romania, but he moved to the Ukraine because they were about to burn him at the stake in his weakened state. They would have said my mom was of English, French, Scots-Irish, Welsh, and German descent, but her Abuela was burned at the stake in New Orleans, for being Sicilian and of the Bourbon Dynasty. Then her daughter moved to the Dominican Republic where my mom met my dad, and the rest is history.
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Sorry, I froze and had to reboot. What happened to you? Is this Osama on the other end of the line? Got some hungry gators lookin' for you.
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Absolutely. In preparation for hordes of McCarthy clones coming direct from his retarded grave in Wisconsin, I have in my arsenal a number of martial-arts techniques to fend off these Revived Republican Robots, to defend my life and freedom from this inane monstrosity.
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On the Trump card I, the Mage or Juggler:
The Mage represents the Wisdom, the Will, the Word, by which the universe was created.The bearer of the baton, Mercury, to whom was attributed the act of Creation. The dynamic theory of the universe, the language of modern physics. He represents both Truth and falsehood, Wisdom and folly. He is little more than the Ape of Thoth. His legends are of youthful cunning. His Ankh represents a means of progress through the worlds. His phoenix wand symbolises resurrection through the generative process. The Lord of Illusion.
"With the Wand createth He.
With the Cup preserveth He.
With the Dagger destroyeth He.
With the Coin redeemeth He." -
In this poem is revealed the doctrine of Isis/Artemis as she appears on the High Priestess card of the Egyptian Tarot. The entirely feminine eternal virgin, or goddess of the hunt. This symbolises the beginning of all life, how anything came to being from stagnant nothingness in the first place. How murky primordial filth became sublimated to become living life.
"Dust Devils"
In the Wind of the mind arises the turbulence called I.
It breaks; down shower the barren thoughts.
All life is choked.
The desert is the Abyss wherein is the Universe.
The Stars are but thistles in that waste.
Yet this desert is but one spot accursed in a world of bliss.
Now and again Travellers cross the desert; they come from the Great Sea, and to the Great Sea they go.
And as they go they spill water; one day they will irrigate the desert, till it flower.
See! Five footprints of a camel! V.V.V.V.V.
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The Empress. Major Arcana Card III. Love. Beauty. Happiness. Pleasure. Success. Fruitfulness. Good fortune. Graciousness. Elegance. Gentleness.
The Gate of Heaven (Arch or Door). Daleth. Alchemical symbol of Venus. Lotus of Isis, a living form of the Holy Grail, sanctified by the Blood of the Sun. The sparrow and the dove; The Pelican. Natura non f...acit saltum. The White Eagle and the Red Eagle; The Empress and her complement, the Emperor. -
*has a sip of milk and a bite of strawberry rhubarb pie* "Certainly" ...
The day of wrath, that day
Will dissolve the world in ashes
As foretold by David and the sibyl!
How much tremor there will be,
when the judge will come,
investigating everything strictly!
The trumpet, scattering a wondrous sound
through the sepulchres of the regions,
will summon all before the throne.
Death and nature will marvel,
when the creature arises,
to respond to the Judge.
The written book will be brought forth,
in which all is contained,
from which the world shall be judged.
When therefore the judge will sit,
whatever hides will appear:
nothing will remain unpunished.
What shall I, frail man, be pleading?
Who for me be interceding,
when the just are mercy needing?
King of tremendous majesty,
who freely savest those that have to be saved,
save me, source of mercy.
Think, good Jesus, my salvation
cost thy wondrous Incarnation;
leave me not to reprobation!
Seeking me, thou sat tired:
thou redeemed [me] having suffered the Cross:
let not so much hardship be lost.
Just judge of revenge,
give the gift of remission
before the day of reckoning.
Guilty, now I pour my moaning,
all my shame with anguish owning;
spare, O God, thy suppliant groaning!
Thou the sinful woman savedst;
thou the dying thief forgavest;
and to me a hope vouchsafest.
My prayers are not worthy:
however, thou, Good [Lord], do good,
lest I am burned up by eternal fire.
My prayers are not worthy:
however, thou, Good [Lord], do good,
lest I am burned up by eternal fire.
While the wicked are confounded,
doomed to flames of woe unbounded
call me with thy saints surrounded.
Low I kneel, with heart submission,
see, like ashes, my contrition;
help me in my last condition.
Tearful will be that day,
on which from the ashes arises
the guilty man who is to be judged.
Spare him therefore, God.
Merciful Lord Jesus,
grant them rest. Amen.
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