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"And as her legs opened wider still, I caught my first glimpse of her succulent taint-hole. How I longed to plunge my tongue and trace those star patterned lines." - The Book of Ass (Chapter 5) |
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| Burl Ives |
How I longed to see these things; how I longed to see the Liberty Bell and walk on the streets where Thomas Jefferson, Tom Paine and Benjamin Franklin had walked. |
| Kami Garcia |
The beginning of a book is always the hardest part for me. I'm a Chapter 3 kind of writer, which means I naturally start at Chapter 3. |
| Richard J. Daley |
The Democratic Party is the party that opened its arms. We opened them to every nationality, every creed. We opened them to the immigrants. The Democratic Party is the party of the people. |
| Steven Adler |
Every musician, their goal in life is to play music that people love, and I've accomplished my goal. I was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and left that chapter of my life and those people in the past. Good and bad, I've loved and am thankful for that chapter. |
| Andrew Jackson |
If the Union is once severed, the line of separation will grow wider and wider, and the controversies which are now debated and settled in the halls of legislation will then be tried in fields of battle and determined by the sword. |
| Jim Carrey |
I try to do something the audience might not have seen before. Like if I'm gonna kiss a girl I wanna kiss her like a girl has never been kissed. Like maybe I would kick her legs out from under her and catch her right before she hits the ground and then kiss her. |
| Joseph Gatt |
When I first met my girlfriend, Mercy Malick, she asked me if there was anything I should tell her that could put her off me if she found out later. So I told her that I was a total 'Star Wars' geek and had boxes of 'Star Wars' toys in storage. |
| Simon Callow |
Having caught a glimpse of what I might be able to do with my talent, I feel a tremendous obligation to try to fulfill it. |
| Dee Bradley Baker |
My folks made me a Jawa costume for the Halloween after 'Star Wars' opened in '77. In '78, when it was re-released, I was hired by the local cinema to be the Jawa: to dress up all summer long, and I could frighten people with my Jawa sounds and my Jawa outfit and watch 'Star Wars Episode IV' all summer long and get paid with movie passes. |
| Peter Ackroyd |
Every book for me is a chapter in the long book which will finally be closed on the day of my death. |
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Science of Breath, by Yogi Ramacharaka, pseud. William Atkinson, [1904], at sacred-texts.com
Science of Breath
A Complete Manual of
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"Her farts sounded like a cool summers rain, and her shits smelled like fresh buttered popcorn. Somehow i knew that she was the woman for me." - The Book of Ass Chapter 2
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"Wendy had thigh meat like that of a full grown stallion. The rippling, powerful churn of her smooth muscles excited my boyish fancy to no end as I watched her rear move to and fro. I must say, she was a fine piece of woman." - The Book of Ass Chapter 3
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"The long tendrils of her pubis mons delicately framed the peach flesh of her puckering labia. But no beauty could compare to the infinitely squeezable, palm filling, fatty tissue of her valuptuous dumper. 'We're going to brown town tonight my love' I murmured." - The Book of Ass (Chapter 5)
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In a small town, a cafe sits next to a lingerie boutique, displaying their personalities through their storefronts. Helga has been fitting bras and stocking the panty trends for decades, but business has waned over the years. She doesn’t remember how long ago Newton opened the cafe. She recalls being in her twenties, pretending to stock the storefront each day before lunch in hopes of catching a glimpse of the freshly baked goods he'd haul in for the afternoon special, and admire how with each step his dark hair would bounce into his eyes. Though she'd have liked to get to know him, she feared she could never hold a friendly interaction without any suggestiveness due to her association with lingerie, the only part of her identity he could be aware of. Thus, she avoided any chance to, for fear of coming on too strong and face rejection.
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Long post but I need advice from you, Lynxe(r?)s.
Last week some time I got an envelope in the mail address to 'Current Resident'. Since I've had good experiences with participation trophies in the past, I opened it and it was a bunch of coupons. Now only my closest confidants know this but I've been unhappy with my razor for a long time so when one of these coupons was for a free razor I decided to plunge bravely into the unknown and order it. Now I've received this email from their service team with the following important line inside:
Please don't hesitate to reach out with any thoughts ...
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MAPPING THE WORLD GRID
by David Hatcher Childress
What is the World Grid? How can it be it mapped? What does it do? Why should we be concerned about it? What does it have to with anti-gravity?
In my many travels around the world in search of lost cities and ancient mysteries I have often wondered if there was some link connecting many of the ancient megalithic sites. Some years ago I discovered that there was no such thing as a coincidence. If the placement of ancient sites was no coinciden...
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I had another dream where I was in a building with some people and we went down this elevator and then there were buttons to go to other worlds. I had to go to this other one. I don't know why but I hit the button and when I came out the things that were walking around this building were like creepy crawling things with lots of legs. They were as small as rats and as tall as 4 or 5 feet but they always had some body parts that had way too many tentacles or antennae or legs. There didn't seem to be an outdoors, just a series of worlds connected by these elevators.
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Make your interests gradually wider and more impersonal, until bit by bit the walls of the ego recede, and your life becomes increasingly merged in the universal life. An individual human existence should be like a river — small at first, narrowly contained within its banks, and rushing passionately past rocks and over waterfalls. Gradually the river grows wider, the banks recede, the waters flow more quietly, and in the end, without any visible break, they become merged in the sea, and painlessly lose their individual being.
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As mankind grows and triumphs we create our own star. Shinning city lights out into the galaxy. The brighter our star shines the dimmer the rest of the universe appears to us. Approximately 300 billion stars in the galaxy and 12 billion light bulbs on earth. #peopleareweirdorcoolorsomething
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