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14:09 hours, 10/31/2016 Halloween has been observed in almost every American city. Scientists estimate a wave of darkness will engulf the country at sunset tonight. Light beacons for travellers, using the shells of harvest pumpkins - and brace yourself with extra supply of Halloween candy. This is an all points alert. Repeat. Halloween has been observed in a community near you. Please take all available precaution.

Great Spirit of the water and the land We ask you to Hear us. Let our brave candidates tonight find in themselves the truth. Let them speak with honor. Let them speak with pride. Great Spirit, protect us from the evil spirits that prey upon our land And give us the strength and kill the black snake of evil To the North To the South To the East To the West I give this, my closest loved thing given to the fire And ashes to the wind

I have been in love with women who have to have a place for everything and everything in its place I deeply thank the women for guiding me to consent Nothing is a greater turn on Guiding me home Than the moment when we both come together and agree The play exciting and beautiful At once celebrating forcing to question everything about myself and to learn everything about you She drove away in her black bmw Pain echoes against defenses vanity, insecurity and beauty I walk away with a passion to finally end Passive aggression and narcissism I accept the brutal role of consensuality And the neighbor who lives next to you that must have heard us And the couple in the apartment below your head between her legs one night But in the line at the haunted house She turned angrily and said I'm no carpet muncher. So we asked the magic eightball which replied: You may rely on it We own from our play and consent and some say d...

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Enjoy the Townhall tonight. It will mark the moment in history that the Republican Party, once a great insitution, finally collapses within the toxic and viral damage it has done to itself through racism and selling itself to the dark money elite. The Republican Party is Dead. Long Live the Republican Party!

Q: Why do Republicans elect Donald Trump as their nominee? A: Because they deserve him.

Tim Kaine Won.

My son had an MRI on Friday, and the results came back negative. I asked the neurologist , I think five times.. so it's ok? Yes. Normal brain. Normal? Yes, Normal. He had been having these headaches, that were localized in the back of his skull and he had been dizzy for a while and that was troubling. The pain was concentrated to a single point, the size of a pencil eraser. We are going to get a second opinion on the results of the MRI and there are still some open questions. For example, there's a white mass at the back of his skull, right where the pain is located. I will circle that part of the screen and ask the doctor - it's pretty cool, they get the scans from the machine on their laptop, wherever they are and they analyze them from afar. He was given the option of any movie while the procedure went on, and he said that getting an MRI was noisey, the machine had a constant electrical hum and it make loud clicking noises as the scan progressed. So he chose ...

Ok, well, Actually Bjork... Breakfast at Tiffany's is great, but I have this really old, beautiful car I would like to sell. And I really want you to buy it for 50,000.00, and then just keep it safe. And do nothing with it , until the day I come back to buy it from you for 12 Million. Or, as Nosferatu once wrote .."between gentlemen, I accept your fair price ", which is to say, it's really worth about 24,000.00 but I'd like to try to come back for it, and right now I need to give my wife my kidney. I thought it wonderful to have something living of me, inside her, keeping her alive. And I'm really in love with you.

I heard you were single. Wow. I'm single , too. Except that I'm married, you know. And I've got a mistress. And uh. I guess. A friend with benefits. And .. well ok.. you get the idea. But seriously, I really am single. If it were me and you. Because I understand the dynamic and let's face it. Spit and snot were underrated. Spit is great when you're in these forties, you know. I mean, christ. I'll spit on it. It gets going all the faster, all the same. Hey, look. I think, your last boyfriend. Wait, so he was your husband? Ok. Him. He was a total trip. But. Doesn't he kind of bring the concept of screwing yourself to new mountain climbing heights? Seriously, what man would let the fire of a relationship with you, Bork... die? Homo, or lumberjack? So listen. It would be this really great ... kind of Taylor Swift moment with glitter and sparkles... you know, the kind that show you really care. With a full camera crew. ...

The line of play in the song "Frack" by Princess Chelsea is the same as all of her other songs: the line between human and transhuman. Her beautiful chorus matches the concept of our transition, first from human, then to cyborg (coming soon to a really cool looking clubhouse meeting with really cool looking clubhouse people attending ) , and then to transhuman. And as always, the video that accompanies the song acts as a sort of rosetta stone, guiding us on into the interior of a beautiful, haunting melody. And we shout out "frackshau! frackshau!" as she and her band wind themselves tighter and the lyric turns to a more pleasant frame. In fact, it will probably amaze all of us how we can sing "la la la la" during almost anything. Princess Chelsea is good about sharing the spark behind her eye. Frack yer burn.

It's hard to put into words what you really feel and what you must do Suicide notes never match the message and words are left unspoken The danger of killing the messenger Thought control pushes semantic framework words can be broken harness of meaning What happens, to a democracy, deterred? Does it dry up in the sun? Does it explode? But you and I we've been through this and this is not our fate You and we stand at the edge of the ocean we see waves sets patterns But the deep ocean is still a mystery Let's look at the magic eight ball And see what it says.

It's hard to put into words what you really feel and what you must do Suicide notes never match the message and words are left unspoken The danger of killing the messenger Thought control pushes semantic framework words can be broken harness of meaning What happens, to a democracy, deterred? Does it dry up in the sun? Does it explode? But you and I we've been through this and this is not our fate You and we stand at the edge of the ocean we see waves sets patterns But the deep ocean is still a mystery Let's look at the magic eight ball And see what it says.

Saturday morning. You can feel the cold coming. Always like this, early october. What now? That must be it, yes? To live in Boston. To hear the stories of the witch of the west wind, the tales told at night at the commons. The cold wind blown the spray to jagged shards of ice all about their boat. So, Here I am. In a grove of redwoods. Fiat Lux. I am leaving the fuck no trace. No fire escapes the cold stones. This is where I want them to lay me. But. Others , not so. Others. Have been laid. Into the dust. Not live entertainment. Sacred. Protected. By the First. Amendment. Of. The. Constitution. Of. The. United. States. Of. America. So that takes care of both the fed and nevada, at once? doesn't it