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| cauz |
Feb. 25, 2014, 12:14 a.m. |
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| Jessie J |
My style is ghetto chic. I love tacky jewelry, mega heels, high-waisted shorts, catsuits. |
| Eminem |
Why is it so hard for people to believe that white people are poor?! I wouldn't say I lived in a ghetto; I'd say I lived in the 'hood. The same friends I had back then are the same people on tour with me now. |
| Geoffrey Canada |
One of the things that sells music is when the artist is looked at as someone who's come up from the streets. Not just any streets, but the toughest, meanest streets of the urban ghetto. And that's called 'street credibility.' |
| Oprah Winfrey |
I don't think of myself as a poor deprived ghetto girl who made good. I think of myself as somebody who from an early age knew I was responsible for myself, and I had to make good. |
| Phyllis Diller |
There's so little money in my bank account, my scenic checks show a ghetto. |
| Spiro T. Agnew |
I didn't say I wouldn't go into ghetto areas. I've been in many of them and to some extent I would say this; if you've seen one city slum, you've seen them all. |
| Ray Bradbury |
Love. Fall in love and stay in love. Write only what you love, and love what you write. The key word is love. You have to get up in the morning and write something you love, something to live for. |
| Ram Dass |
Unconditional love really exists in each of us. It is part of our deep inner being. It is not so much an active emotion as a state of being. It's not 'I love you' for this or that reason, not 'I love you if you love me.' It's love for no reason, love without an object. |
| Jackie Earle Haley |
I love working on films and I'd love to do some interesting work, but if somebody asked me, 'Would you like 'Human Target' to continue to be picked up?' The answer is 'Absolutely!' I love working on this show. I love playing Guerrero. I love seeing where it's going. |
| Ram Dass |
If I go into the place in myself that is love, and you go into the place in yourself that is love, we are together in love. Then you and I are truly in love, the state of being love. That's the entrance to Oneness. That's the space I entered when I met my guru. |
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So this is what happens guys. It's a romance comedy. It's a movie about a guy. Hes a plant. Not like a cactus. Hes a planted actor on a reality TV show like love is blind where they are supposed to fall in love and get married. Hes just goofin around but he actually falls in love with one of them. Then the one of them at some point figures out that hes a plant and shes like "did you ever even love me!? you were only in it for the money!" and he says "it started out that way but then I wanted to know the real you. I liked being at that tiki bar and I liked stirrin up stupid stuff. even though it was fake it was real." and then they smooch in the rain.
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Another thing to keep in mind is that inner city school shootings happen every year that you never hear about. Ghetto people acting gangsta is old news and isnt exciting enough for the media to mention even if it does happen in a classroom. Only the terorist in suburbia angle is ripe for celebrity.
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Something that is hard to reconcile is the experience of impersonal and personal love. Nature is very impersonal, and affection is very personal. I think often we confuse affection with love. We create exclusive relationships with others that often get overrided by our natural instincts- maybe a loving relationship is sabotaged bc someone ?fitter? in many ways came along and appealed to you as an animal. And then we say ?I thought we loved each other!? People use affection to justify all sorts of sacrifices and nature to justify all sorts of cruelty. Still, the world goes round and love exists on both a personal and impersonal level. You love your sister and you love the atoms which make up your sister which also make up the table in your kitchen and your worst enemy. And you experience that love by the same source that also allows you to evaluate which people and activities are worth your energy and which you reject. I don?t think reality is a matter of love vs. nature- - I don?t thi...
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mm i love the sound of her scarfing down food at her desk. i love it when people chew with their mouth open and eat really fast
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i love love love synchronicity! never in my life i thought i would share a room with ben or tom and its so cool when shit happens like that. also, never thought my friends would live in BK and id go out there with my other friends. cool shit
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I am speaking mostly about group and formal interaction rather than intimate one on one. I'm saying that our primal instinct to gain association with strong people makes relationship a game when I would prefer it to be more authentically selfless. If relationship is led so much by our instinct to increase our power, how can we call it love. Plot twist: love is power
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Email from my lover: SUBJECT: "I'm smiling when I think of you. Please read it" BODY: I saw you having journey here and got my mouth water? Yep, it is absolutely truth that I felt in love with you from the first look.
Usually I'm not writing or calling fellows first but some stuff happened to me when I saw you.
Oh, my name is Jeanette. Write me about you. How do u spend ur free time? What do you love? Which food do u prefer?
Would you write me tomorrow?:)
I will be online at 10 pm tomorrow. Wanna talk to you!
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"Marriage is not a synonym for monogamy any more than monogamy is a synonym for ideal love. To live lightly on the earth, lovers and families must be more flexible and relaxed. The ritual of sex releases its magic inside or outside the marital bond. I approach that ritual with as much humility as possible and perform it whenever it seems appropriate. As for John Paul and me, a strange spurt of semen is not going to wash our love away.?
lol I just thought this was well explained
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So is it not with me as with that Muse,
Stirred by a painted beauty to his verse,
Who heaven itself for ornament doth use
And every fair with his fair doth rehearse,
Making a couplement of proud compare
With sun and moon, with earth and sea's rich gems,
With April's first-born flowers, and all things rare,
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The poet now begins an analysis of what he might or might not say of his beloved. He does not wish to follow the example of those poets who force comparisons with everything that is fair, beautiful, strange or rare. Instead he wishes to extol the virtue of truthfulness. Since his love is indeed beautiful, what need is there of over praise? Why not say at the outset that, quite simply, you, my love, are yourself, you outshine all praise. He who attempts to say more is like a costermonger trying to sell his wares from a barrow. But this poet will remain aloof from such gross pandering. The fact that his love is fair is enough for him, and he will not enlarge his praise by false and ludicrous comparisons.
The criticism of 'that Muse' is fairly general, but it is quite possible that it applies...
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