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I'm not alone when I'm with myself
the internal me and I
we're a partnership -
a brotherhood
in looking at the world and life -
we've long seen eye to inner eye
we consider perceptions
what did I see?
and as time goes by
does he indeed still agree with me?
he seems serene to sit in the back
to process things from his secret scene
allows me to make a fool of myself
then tells me I must aspire
from the deepest of discourse
a covenant is there - duplex respect
a love - a knowing what to expect
we've shaken mental hands
about everything
when I hug me I also hug him
there is no regal 'we' for us
he and I come to common ground
from disparate routes
sometimes a bit rough
all memes and biases are
at his disposal
whereas -
my conscious cognition
[still dependant on him]
does take some time
like me he's flawed
but he's super-efficient!
no - I'm not alone when I'm with myself
and am thankful for 'relative' constancy
this discursive cumulative me
llp - aug2010 - dA
the internal me and I
we're a partnership -
a brotherhood
in looking at the world and life -
we've long seen eye to inner eye
we consider perceptions
what did I see?
and as time goes by
does he indeed still agree with me?
he seems serene to sit in the back
to process things from his secret scene
allows me to make a fool of myself
then tells me I must aspire
from the deepest of discourse
a covenant is there - duplex respect
a love - a knowing what to expect
we've shaken mental hands
about everything
when I hug me I also hug him
there is no regal 'we' for us
he and I come to common ground
from disparate routes
sometimes a bit rough
all memes and biases are
at his disposal
whereas -
my conscious cognition
[still dependant on him]
does take some time
like me he's flawed
but he's super-efficient!
no - I'm not alone when I'm with myself
and am thankful for 'relative' constancy
this discursive cumulative me
llp - aug2010 - dA
Literature
From British Star to American Bimbo pt.2
For Daisy Ridley, the last ten years were truly magnificent, from small time TV actress to the face of the biggest movie franchise in the world, but the experience wasn't all rainbows and unicorns for her. The harassment she suffered at the hands of some 'fans' online was enough to push her away from the franchise. After this she didn't reach the same career height again, but her cultural influence couldn't be denied. Because of this she was still popular with companies trying to sign her for advertisements. While on a holiday in Las Vegas Daisy was on a shopping trip in a local mall. After an hour of shopping she entered a perfume store. She walked through the shelves filled with different smelling bottles, when a bright pink one came into her view. Daisy couldn't help but scoff at the perfume in front of her 'American Bimbeau by Sophie Slurper'. Daisy couldn't understand how Sophie could ever drop so low, but trying the perfume wouldn't hurt anyone. She sprayed a bit on her arm and took a sniff. It didn't smell half bad, even though she doesn't like it's marketing Daisy decided to buy it anyway. She went to the cashier to pay for the bottle and go back to her hotel. The cashier scanned in the bottle, but he couldn't help but recognize the person in front of him. "Aren't you Daisy Ridley?" Daisy wanted to sigh, but was used to things like this happening and simply hummed in response. The cashier smiled at her as he swapped her bottle under the desk before putting the new one into a small bag. Daisy left the store and went back to her hotel room to unpack her stuff. When she was done, the british actress decided to freshen up a bit. After finishing her routine Daisy applied the new perfume she bought. It smelt so perfect for her, so good that she could hardly focus on the knock on her room door. Daisy snapped out of her trance and opened the door, expecting someone from the hotel staff or something like that, but instead she was greated by Sophie Turner and a man in a suit. Daisy was stunned for a bit, hardly able to form a sentence out of suprise "S-Sophie what the bloody hell are you doing here?" The redhead simply laughed in response as she and the man entered the room " Well i heard you bought some of my perfume and i wanted to make sure you totally dig it." Saying that Daisy was confused would be the understatement of the century "H-How do you know i bought this?" Sophie giggled again at Daisys words "Ya know you remind me of myself a few months ago. Asking to many questions. Luckily my special bottle will take care of it." Daisy wanted to question the redhead further as her throat started to scratch and she started to feel dizzy "W-Wha.. like what the hell is going on?" This was when the man started to speak up "I'm glad you ask Daisy. You see our perfume 'American Bimbeau' isn't just a name, its a lifestyle. And we made sure you'd feel this lifestyle completely. The same what we did to miss Slurper over here" he said patting Sophies butt at the end "We distribute special editions to special costumers who can help us expand our brand and you are a special costumer Daisy" The brunette was to confused to respond, but would have hardly had the time for it anyway because Sophie continued the explanation "I'm gonna give you the same conditions i was given. You will let us spend all your money on the company, you'll more than happily do any kind of advertisement we want from you and you're gonna act as a pleasure slave for company executives like me and my man over here." An hour ago Daisy would have vomited right here and there, but now she simply nods at Sophies words, who just smiles in response "Good Girl i think it's time for you to act on one of your duties now" she simply said as she unbuckled the mans pants and dropped her panties on the floor. Daisy couldn't help but give them a dumb smile as she stuck the fingers of one hand into Sophies clit and wrapped the other hands around the mans cock. Sophie smiled even brighter in pleasure, but the man didn't seem really convinced yet "You gotta put some more effort in, if you want to be the face of 'American Bimbeau' in Nevada. Daisy nodded quickly as she pushed her fingers deeper into Sophies pussy, who just moaned loudly at this point, and jerked faster at the mans cock. After a few minutes the man spread his semen all over Daisys face and Sophie followed soon as she pushed the brunettes head under her clit and squirted all over her. After this Sophie simply picked her panties back up and left with the man. By the next week you couldn't go anywhere in Nevada without seeing Daisy and Sophie sexually posing for 'American Bimbeau'
Literature
Cliffjumper finally gets his memory back PART 3
Doomsayer told Cliffjumper to wait while he walks over to get the Matrix of Conquest from the stone altar. Hivemus Prime, Hot Rod, Strongarm, Sideswipe, and Orion Eclipse watched through the crack from the other room as they could see that the Matrix of Conquest looked like the Matrix of Leadership, but different. "What is that thing?" Sideswipe asked with a quiet voice. "It looks like...The Dark Spark?" Hivemus Prime assumed. "It looks like the Matrix of Leadership, except it's evil-looking." Hot Rod added. "Shh! Keep your voices down." Orion told his friends. "Doomsayer could hear us." he said. Doomsayer stopped by the stone altar as the Matrix of Conquest was hovering above it in a purple force field. When Doomsayer carefully reached his hand servo over to grab it, the force field didn't harm him. It recognized the Blood of Unicron from within him and the force field died down as Doomsayer grabbed the Matrix of Conquest with both hand servos. Doomsayer looked at the evil relic
Literature
Falling...
Fall comes in with gusty winds And departs trailing A glistening, misty veil. Outside all is grey, Making my eyes heavy As the humming drumming Patters on, Lulling me to sleep...
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very major edit - 08/03/10
various housekeeping edits - jan2020
~ ~ ~ ~
when you feel alone, that's an opportunity
to connect with your inner self, to ask,
"why do I do this or that?".
the understanding of yourself is the most
important necessity for a happy life.
knowledge is self control, and empathy
for oneself and others.
~ ~ ~ ~
I believe that the majority of people
on dA are blessed by more creative minds
than most, [a logical conclusion].
more creativity = more to offer the world.
"from those, to whom much is given, much
will be expected."
you've been given a very good mind. show
your appreciation for having received that
which you did not earn - that accident
of birth from which you benefit.
fulfill your responsibility by learning
all about the problems in your community,
your nation, your world. do your share
in making things better. things will get
better.
we ARE 'all in this together'.
pip
various housekeeping edits - jan2020
~ ~ ~ ~
when you feel alone, that's an opportunity
to connect with your inner self, to ask,
"why do I do this or that?".
the understanding of yourself is the most
important necessity for a happy life.
knowledge is self control, and empathy
for oneself and others.
~ ~ ~ ~
I believe that the majority of people
on dA are blessed by more creative minds
than most, [a logical conclusion].
more creativity = more to offer the world.
"from those, to whom much is given, much
will be expected."
you've been given a very good mind. show
your appreciation for having received that
which you did not earn - that accident
of birth from which you benefit.
fulfill your responsibility by learning
all about the problems in your community,
your nation, your world. do your share
in making things better. things will get
better.
we ARE 'all in this together'.
pip
© 2010 - 2024 alapip
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So, do you ever come across someone else's art/poem
that so beautifully, and perfectly captures the heart of what
you, yourself have been trying to convey in numerous
works of your own--only the artist you come across does it
SOOOO much better that you just sort of want to put down your own pen or brush?
Yeah.
A brilliant, tender poem.
Damn it
And as I'm sure you know, you truly only inspire. So thank you (again)!
that so beautifully, and perfectly captures the heart of what
you, yourself have been trying to convey in numerous
works of your own--only the artist you come across does it
SOOOO much better that you just sort of want to put down your own pen or brush?
Yeah.
A brilliant, tender poem.
Damn it
And as I'm sure you know, you truly only inspire. So thank you (again)!