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 As those who lust are among the ranks of male gynecologists, as sadists can be found among interrogaters so family busting control freaks ca... [read more] |
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Embedded journalists instructed not to show too many of the 1/4 of the forces which are African American.. once again sent to death against... [read more] |
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Donald Rumsfeld .. from a military rum field.. but when he had a chance this chickenhawk from battle fled Rush Limbaugh.. from the battle r... [read more] |
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Clarence Thomas, Monsanto attorney, defending the tactics of a company which like The Brain of Pinkie .. wants to rule the world's food sup... [read more] |
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In a busy fortnight, Tom Delay, representing the most executing, polluted, oil dominated county in Texas and the country stole 15 billion f... [read more] |
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In Guantanamo, where Muslims are denied the protections of the Geneva Convention, there is a high rate of suicide attempts, attempts angels... [read more] |
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Human shields.. they come from Japan, Australia, Sweden, England, and in the US from Mississippi and Toledo Ohio.. and many other places in... [read more] |
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The virtually all white male generals who are pursuing violence against the babies of Iraq.. call their polygamous sheikdom Qatar "Central C... [read more] |
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The Columbia professor, Nick, said that patriot is their word for their white supremacist politics [read more] |
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The pages in our life turn the storys we had are old and faded the feelings gone the moments are mutual why cant we say 'I'll see you later?... [read more] |
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There she stands beside herself fraternizing yet again with the enemy beholden, she is, to the demons in her eyes payment is due and she can... [read more] |
 للنور يا نور الوجود تقودني خيط كخيط الشمس يغدو فاتني زهر وريحان وشرفه اقمار وموعد نجم في السماء يتنعم إن جن فيه الليل امسى بارقا أو اسفر... [read more] |
 while she chants sweet mantras; the cradle swings gently. Shortly, the baby falls to sleep snoring written 4/1/2003 [read more] |
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perfumed lovely beads of pallid corolla laid unto your parched breath. moisten glass from your eyelids shelves the Sampaguita to wilt w... [read more] |
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the squall from an open window: blowing my eyes, puffing my long tresses behind, I’m cold written 4/1/2003 [read more] |