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peachiness of a princess
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the following thoughts expressed are in no way the thoughts or ideals of those affiliated with this project. all guarantees, promises and statements made by this alleged peachiness are not required to be validated by any affiliates of this incorporation, which sponsors peachinessish behavior.
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.............................................everything tangos about the dancing ............................................. ...................................................................................................................................................... life is lived by progressing foreward, yet understood in reverse. why join the army to be the best you can be? THE INTROSPECTION OF IT ALL. ...which hinders, binds and constricts is not the time frame which we work, but rather, the sin which we are connected to... Hebrews 12:1b "...let us strip off every weight that slows us down, especially the sin that so easily hinders our progress"
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| virtuous women=silence. missed the memo on that one. |
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| capitials express notority. lower case inhibits grammatically correct writing. yet, politically correct writing is indirect. slang tends to offend. my thoughts run chaotically. but in contrast are smooth. he who understands this: a genius he who does not: a fool the insignificant tends to be the most meaningful.
on occasion is it brought to my attention by a higher deity than myself that: its all just stuff. all under the sun. all just the insequential unquintessential things which block our focus. the distraction is not the surroundings, but my own cerebral cortex... not the brain itself, just the membrane which surrounds it. for its the surrounding stuff which in the end, distract me.
let us take this moment to reflect on the beauty of this color we call pink. tis beautiful. pretty in pink. my mother tells me this is my color. emode proposes my color is black. pink is lovely, for tis the most femine-prancing-through-the-flowery-fields color. IF ANYONE HAS A PINK TIE, i want it. im gonna sew myself a pink tie skirt. this is my brillant idea that i thought of in the city. i saw a really purdy pink tie, and i was all romanticized by it. therefore i concluded, a pink tie skirt would be a fun endeavor to make with my small and humble hands. so in conclusion, if you would like to have part in this historic skirt sewing expedition, please... send all pink tie c/o me, to me. thank you. |
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journal entry. found out today that i am 15 percent jewish. hmm, thats crazy. love it. i am a jew. J-O-O, joo. my nose was destined to be big! the bigger the nose, the better the love, according to lauren's wise guru love dictionary. according to this dictionary, putzke wigglered her nose in a bewitched type manner, got herself a man *snap*, just like that. therefore, i conclude, that the bigger the nose, the more powerful the twinkle, resulting in more potenate the love. praise the lord, most high for this double sized nostril. communication opportunities |
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it is possible to negate half of the words we say daily, if we would cease justificaiton and our internal need for recongnition. a common arising theme is silence. this is not by intention. perhaps by mood. indication to be provided at a later date. sincerely, did anyone really ever think to ask themselves what would jesus do? perhaps that seems cynical. but my motivations are pure. |
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"...and here is to you, mrs. robinson, jesus love you more than you'll ever know..." simon and garfunkle, mrs. robinson |
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