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No, I'm not stuttering...it's a Pi Pillow. Really!
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I believe woman stuttered about herself out of fear of what she had to say.
She covered herself with taboos and veils.
Man invented a woman to suit his needs.
He disposed of her by identifying her with nature and then
paraded his contemptuous domination of nature.
But woman is not nature only.
She is the mermaid with her fish-tail dipped in the unconscious.
This time round the 365 challenge is very slowly letting me build up a tiny bit of self-confidence image wise. I think that's a good thing.
Southern Barred Frog, Mixophyes australis, from Ourimbah, New South Wales, Australia.
This was the first time I've encountered this threatened species at Ourimbah. While they are common in the nearby Watagan Ranges, this location is further south and probably the southern limit of its extant distribution, unless populations persist in the Blue Mountains region.
The species formerly occurred as far south as Victoria, and there is a program underway at Nowra, south of Sydney, to try and re-establish the species in that region.
The Senior Stutters Line Dancers of Valdosta performed a show at Lake Park United Methodist Church on March 1, 2011.
It actually appeared to be doing well at this point. No more gear knock, and it seemed to be running fine.
NEW YORK, NEW YORK - JULY 11: Tina Brown and Emily Blunt speak onstage at the 2022 Freeing Voices, Changing Lives Gala at Guastavino's on July 11, 2022 in New York City. (Photo by Jamie McCarthy/Getty Images for American Institute for Stuttering)
The Senior Stutters Line Dancers of Valdosta performed a show at Lake Park United Methodist Church on March 1, 2011.
. . . hey, I got nothing here. Just trying to ease back in. Got to take the Yin with the Yang. Or something like that. I'll be seeing you all soon. Count on it.
She says she's no good with words but I'm worse
Barely stuttered out
"A joke of a romantic" or just stuck to my tongue
And weighed down with words too over-dramatic
Tonight it's "it cant get much worse"
Vs. "no one should ever feel like.."
I'm two quarters and a heart down
And I don't want to forget how your voice sounds
These words are all I have so I write them
So you need them just to get by
Dance, Dance
We're falling apart to half time
Dance, Dance
And these are the lives you'd love to lead
Dance, this is the way they'd love
If they knew how misery loved me
You always fold just before you're found out
Drink up its last call
Last resort
But only the first mistake
I'm two quarters and a heart down
And I don't want to forget how your voice sounds
These words are all I have so I write them
I need them just to get by
Why don't you show me a little bit of spine
You've been saving for his mattress, love
Dance, Dance
We're falling apart to half time
Dance, Dance
And these are the lives you love to lead
Dance, this is the way they'd love
If they knew how misery loved me
Why don't you show me a little bit of spine
You've been saving for his mattress (mattress, mattress)
I only want sympathy in the form of you crawling into bed with
me
Dance, Dance
We're falling apart to half time
Dance, Dance
And these are the lives you love to lead
Dance this is the way they'd love (way they'd love)
Dance this is the way they'd love (way they'd love)
Dance this is the way they'd love
If they knew how misery loved me
Love Pangs
Poen Serch
Your sleek shape and symmetry
Rob my sleep and sanity:
Pale I am to look upon,
Lost for words and woebegone.
Must you keep me here to brood
On your empty platitudes,
Little fibs? I fret and frown,
Doubt, desire, and fall down.
You flatter me, in your keeping
Like a caged thing, cold, weeping,
My tongue dumb, deprived of skill,
Stuttering to please your will.
Kill me outright if you can –
Better than deprive a man
Of sanity. Girl, you mock
And make me reel with sick shock.
White as chalk, your chiselled face
Saps my colour, sucks the grace
From words whispered to my jewel:
Soft she shines but ever cruel.
Girl who grieves beside my bed,
Your love-curse will leave me dead.
A lark I am, snared in lime,
Struggling to escape the slime,
Adhering more each flutter:
Every faking word you utter
Transfixes me, saps my luck,
Leaves me smeared, entwined and stuck
To the twig, piteous sight,
The more I aspire to flight.
The fool climbs, and thinks him free
The higher he ascends the tree
Closer to the leafy crown:
He has further to fall down.
I am the outlaw, once bold,
Bound to swing from some scaffold,
Languishing inside a cell
Awaiting sentence: bliss or hell.
I am a lamb: bleating shape
Behind a wolf with no escape,
Following with trust too blind
To plumb the deceiver’s mind.
Lost to love, my ardour bounds
Like Maelgwn’s staglorn hounds.
Before early morning light
Dafydd shall be killed outright.
You think I jest, Golden One?
Love lies dead and I am gone.
Source material: Attributed to Dafydd ap Gwilym, paraphrased by Giles Watson. All three manuscripts of this poem are anonymous, but it is in Dafydd’s style. Close similarities between some lines of this poem and others of contemporary style may suggest that this is a pastiche, but it is certainly not incompatible with the overall picture of the rise and decline of Dafydd’s love for Morfudd. The poem follows literary convention by listing a string of metaphors – some more extended than others – for the sufferings of a lover. The most striking of these refers to the barbaric practice of smearing twigs with ‘lime’ derived from mistletoe berries in order to trap songbirds by gluing them to the bark. The more a bird struggles when trapped in lime, the more its feet and feathers are entangled. Bird-liming appears to have been quite common in the mediaeval period when wild birds – even ones as small as larks – were a freely available source of protein, and unfortunately, it is one of those “traditions” that continues to this day, albeit more covertly. Maelgwn Gwynedd was a 6th century king of Gwynedd, and there appears to have been an oral tradition involving his hounds.
The Senior Stutters Line Dancers of Valdosta performed a show at Lake Park United Methodist Church on March 1, 2011.
What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
— Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons.
No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells;
Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs,—
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
And bugles calling for them from sad shires.
What candles may be held to speed them all?
Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes.
The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall;
Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.
Anthem for Doomed Youth by Wilfred Owen, RIP.
The cows get curious, here at the edge of Marshall Cemetery. Those black and white shadows circling endlessly, all they do is live and die. There's more between us than the buzzing stutter of electric wire, more impenetrable instinct than I can dig in words. While I go looking for the dead of centuries lost, they can't imagine anything past the current generation. But I find stones as old as 1851, far from reach of living memory. I feel the sunset crashing with fog falling, pick my place in the past like I just might grasp it. I try to give my mind room to let in a lot, don't want to fill it with stuff just to crowd out the edges – try to leave space for feeling to happen. Don't want to be driven just for survival. With four hooves, all cows can do is wander the world. With hands and fingers, I can hold it for all I'm worth.
November 9, 2020
Marshall Cemetery
Central Clarence, Nova Scotia
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NEW YORK, NEW YORK - JULY 11: Emily Blunt speaks onstage at the 2022 Freeing Voices, Changing Lives Gala at Guastavino's on July 11, 2022 in New York City. (Photo by Jamie McCarthy/Getty Images for American Institute for Stuttering)
The Senior Stutters Line Dancers of Valdosta performed a show at Lake Park United Methodist Church on March 1, 2011.
Tony Robbins cures this man's stutter of 30 years in just 7 minutes. It is amazing what one can do when they change their way of thinking.
Advances in stutter drive technology have enabled our engineers to reduce the number of necessary drive projectors to two. The projectors themselves are slightly more energy-hungry but still represent an overall increase in shipboard efficiency. The new stutter-control hardware takes up most of the rostrum: just because it sounds easy to rotate on a fractally dimensional axis in order to adjust a ship's momentum vector more than forty times a second doesn't mean that it can be done without an extensive support suite.
Due to safety concerns, a pair of reaction drives have been included should the stutter drive fail.
Special thanks to Liana for helping me troubleshoot the gorram color scheme on this one. Sometimes the part you really want is bright yellow and it takes a good friend to tell you to suck it up and find another part.
When comedian Jim Gaffigan said, "You know what would be good on this burger? A ham sandwich. But instead of a bun, let's use two doughnuts. That way we can have it for breakfast!" It was a joke. But today we actually found something that came close at T.G.I. Fridays. No doughnuts, of course, but their Triple Stacked Burger (A juicy beef patty with a zesty red pepper pimento blend of sharp Cheddar and Monterey jack cheeses topped with ham, crispy bacon, pickles and more cheese, all stacked on a toasted bun.) looked like something only Gaffigan could come up with. Somehow this seemed like just a bit too much.
Photo by Andrew and his iPhone.
A piece of classic Berlin - the ochre yellow brick with highlights in rusty red, the octagonal stuttered chimney, the shallow sloping roof, the restless fronted angles.
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I am a citizen journalist and I shoot the poetry of Life .
After about 3 or 4 meetings I have gained this Muslim beggars trust he talks to me but he is incoherent his thoughts waver his speech stutters but in a way he wants to share his pain with me .
His two sons Rahim Khan and Zamir Khan in America have abandoned him .. his wife Parveen lives in Mumbra does not want him she had promised the cops she will come and take him away she never did .
He does not want to go from where he sits on the edge of a pavement on the main arterial road Bandra SV Road ..outside Bostan restaurant ,,
I had come for my eye check up off Bandra Talao I walked up the Bandra Skywalk and shot him from there.
Than I came down the skywalk and sat with him shot a video,,today he hit me in the guts he asked me ,,Do you have a father ,,,I told him my father was dead ...only his memories survived.
He asked me are you married ,,, and for every question aimed at me was piercing his own art with an archers bow.
I understand beggar psychology having shot over 5900 beggar images till date ,,,
I want to help father Aziz Khan but my magic does not seem to work..I sek only his happiness and his reunion with his wife but there seems to be many dark layers of intrigue to his story ..
I was called by CP Mumbai Police office I once again gave them all the details of his conversation with me today Mumbai Police directed me to Bandra Police I went to the station gave them the narration till date .
So I hope they rehabilitate him in an old peoples home ..
I think he deserves a Second Chance .
Comme un bégaiement. Le temps est le point commun des œuvres de Melik Ohanian ce français d'origine arménienne.
De loin l'expo la plus aboutie vue au CRAC de Sète, du moins depuis que je les visite. Exposition à la portée des réfractaires à l'art contemporain, ce qui n'est pas une évidence dans ce lieu ouvert à tous et gratuit de surcroît.