Inspired by the word works of our own Hayley Riesel aka “Happy Girl”
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Sunsets glow here in Al-Iraq, it casts an orange beige; fiery though its blister stare, the horizon is still a dusty greig… visual spectres shun its light,
Casual is the wordy theory a query into theory really? Casual Paradox; or is this Casual… Do most physicists practice on thi… paradox; or is this practice reall…
A question begs; as do we all, of what ever came first? mull the quack and deplume any bird,
Neither there, nor here, nor anywhere near; this road, that street, two intersecting lines; time, as motion,
Sol, that Pathway into our System travelling millions and millions a… so many millions of miles too warm our faces in these Spring’ of… elated freedom’ in the warmth’ fro…
Courage shouted out And I, did not hear clearly Humanity dies!
The struggle for survival’s questionable stability, exhausts the best of your energy for life; Assumption’s sass
Thinking’s challenge is to weigh, all of one’s life substance; quandary thus, illogical fuss, which blinds the mind’s acutance; adscititiously into thoughts bleed…
Why practice; anything at all? is it due to the teachings that we… however, clearly these fell into d… What is good about cold beer? the chill, the refreshe, just beca…
What is sweeter than chocolate, and hungers as much for your touch… as you hunger for its taste; what has such sweetness, that it makes all of you glow;
Human needs, beyond humankind’s gr… an interest sought upon thought’s… consciousness, mind’s ethereal hei… mulishly craves, life’s fragile qu… intentionally mind’s quoins’ impos…
Pure sands beneath my feet, tide’s taste at my bare toes; on stretch of pristine beach, I watch lone sunset’s lull; here within my universe,
One life’s proof, that it exists, basks purely in the thoughts; that breath, and love, and happine… evolve from the realizations, that an individual truly, and comp…
One wind’s direction bares the sha… around which minds discretions’ la… whisperings heard, mime sharpened… that deeply knife these unskilled… somber, leans living’s wearied day…
un-American oligarchy; a peculiar felicity recognized as disgusting and an articulation constantly charged with interesting gaps, between unequal situations, advocated as that neo-em...