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This is why I hate intellectuals. Imagine if any other country operated like this. What does it mean to be a Jew? Things have gone wrong.

Let me live, love and say it well in good sentences. I wanted to share something truly disgusting and awful that happened to me this past Monday. Why am I sharing this? Based on all of this, I feel deeply that the silencing of survivor. What I really need you to understand right now is that I know what is best for me. Every survivor knows their own e.

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On the Existence of Ghosts. The night my grandfather died. I was 3000 miles away,. But I felt his hand on my shoulder. When he told me goodbye in a dream. The voice of an extinguished ember,. Sings grief for the flame. Because its scent still lingers. Entire oceans drain away,. But there are still rivulets of sea foam and bones. The negative of where the shore used to be. There are only footprints now.

We the People Shall Rise. I Was Trying to Convince Myself That I Could Be Good for You By Nathanael William Stolte. I Was Trying to Convince Myself That I Could Be Good for You. At the moment of birth. A still frame of the clockwork universe. Immutable laws of an infinite God. Like a starship in a bottle. Escaping our Prairie Town By Aden Thomas.

Anybody can make you enjoy the first bite of a dish, but only a real chef can make you enjoy the last. Sparkling water from the fridge. Cut the razor clams in to pieces. Mix flour, cornflour and baking powder. Add the sparking water and whisk together until you have a thin consistency that coats the .

23 de dezembro de 2016. Eu quis fazer um poema daqueles bem lindos para você, mas nem sei se um dia você vai ler. Mas quando penso em você não consigo pensar muito além da sua risada de neném. Seus dentinhos brancos, seus olhinhos formando apenas uma linha bem preta por conta dos seus cílios. 22 de dezembro de 2016. 22 de dezembro de 2016. 22 de dezembro de 2016. Ontem eu decidi ficar longe .