“The gear represents our unity. And it’s very important because it was hard to obtain. It’s because of its importance that it is considered to be the heart of the engineering student’s heart. To the point where they say the gear is within the heart…the heart is within the gear. If we give our gear to someone, that means we’re giving them our heart.”
The whole of feminism can be broken down into two basic camps - 1) wicked awesome radfems, and 2) weak minded libfems. We clearly know SO MUCH MORE about womyn and feminism than other womyn and feminists.
We need to overthrow the notion of Gender, but you have have HAVE to have a V at birth to be a womyn. Obvs!
No Muslim womyn ever could EVER choose for herself to wear Hijab because Islam is a nasty Patriarchal religion that takes all of womyn's rights and agency away. Nevermind that we come from Patriarchies too - We should still get to choose FOR them!
Our ideas are so gosh darn RADICAL, why can't you libfems keep up already?!?!!?
I went into some buildings and you heard the boos and the racial remarks but that kinda geared me up. I was called the N-word so many times that I thought it was a compliment, you know (laughs) So I just went out and played. […] They had never seen a black man on the ice. I just told myself: “Just go out and play and try to represent the hockey club at the best of your ability. And if the fans can’t see that then don’t worry about it.” I am a black man. I know when I look in the mirror that I am a black man. Nobody needs to tell me that. — Willie O'Ree, who became in 1958 the first black player in the National Hockey League
A few weeks back, Boss took his Wife to Boulder, CO for Dead & Company. He ran into an old mutual friend who Developed and Owns a little taco shop on The Hill. Cool, funky little place. I secretly have future endeavor plans with this guy and a few others.
This weekend, (later today), Boss and Wife are flying back to CO, to see Widespread Panic at Redrocks. Great venue for just about any show.
Sad part is his Wife is quite younger than him, and originally from the Dominican Republic (only 6 months in the US). Fairly certain she doesn’t know The Dead, WP, etc. she never looks happy to be going when they leave. Perhaps her tune changes when the herbs come around.
My point is/ was, my nonexistent Life, is well…nonexistent. At least I’m having Office Manager help me during the week with all the project logs. The emails never stop, and if he is tuned out & turned off….I need to stay tuned in and on.
Mmmmmm, caffeine. So much for writing lol. But hey, you know what that means for you guys? More from The Grand Adventure of Edgelord Puppy and Fanservice Kitty!
First up, the Gryphon that definitely regrets its life choices, as Fanservice Kitty reminds everyone just what he meant by “he won’t be a burden”:
… to be fair it did try to roast Edgelord Puppy a few times so he was having none of that. Although using Rime Slaughter might have been overdoing it a little … but with the hellion defeated, they move onward to find the remote village of Goddodin, only to find a huge Millionpede in their way! Luckily, up and coming Popstar Rose had the situation all under control!
Of course, after that, it’s time to go to Goddodin! After discovering the secret behind the Fake Elixir, it was time to go upgrade Edgelord Puppy’s Shepherd powers! For whatever reason though, the Salamander seemed more interested in chasing after Popstar Rose, but good thing she’s quick on her feet! After that, it was just up to everybody’s favorite team up to take care of the Salamander:
New Shepherd powers, plus a chance for humans to be reborn as Seraphim? Well doesn’t Fanservice Kitty look pleased with that revelation! And of course, back to Pendrago Shrinechurch to face Cardinal Forton, the original reason we trekked out to Goddodin in the first place:
Alas, Edgelord Puppy can’t save everyone, even if he really wants to. At least Maotelus’s Crest in the background there is interesting enough to take his mind off of things, if only for a little while.
I remember the first time I saw you
Oh those spects, those eyes.
All the compliments rocked my mind
I see you smile in my dreams
Feels like a good night kiss
Helplessly my mind drowns into a lucid bliss
Your memories, your angelic face
Is what gets me going whilst I embrace my fiasco phase
It’s so hard
Imagining a life without you,
Wakes me up every morning
Gearing me up to end this stubborn self scorning.
I see your photo, put on a smile
Responsible for my most ecstatic self discoveries
They emblaze the morale of my soul
Whilst I battle the boundaries set by my mind
Disguised as the toughest ghouls.
I remember the first time we met
I couldn’t speak
I heard you whisper “Oh what a freak”
You walked away
From that very moment my heart ached to say
I know … Yes I know you won’t love for I am a loser but because of you, crave to be on a winning spree.
I remember, when you finally got to know
I loved you
Bragged about you all the time
You freaked out, you abused
All the people at the scene, amused
I cowardly ran away,
I cried until there were marks on my face because of the tears that had dried.
Year later you did apologise
Little did you know the fault was always mine.
For I was the one who underestimated your value which was indeed divine.
I remember when I asked if you loved football
You said yes.
Damn, I sold my bat to get a ball.
I fell down I broke my toes.
But I fell in love with the game
It was like our thing afterall
It helped me heal
Everything related to you strengthend my will, held me together like a brawny seel.
I remember that night when I wanted to apologise
But your friends misunderstood
Sucker for sympathy is what they accused
I didn’t get out of my room the whole night
Tears escaped me, from the fury raging inside
“Am I so inadequate” was the only thought in my mind, stuck in rewind.
Hiding my emotions just like a buffon knight
As I had my true self, to find.
All these events left me numb
My love for you didn’t succumb
Every day it bloomed
For the battle ahead, I groomed.
Fearless of the fact that losing you might leave me doomed.
Unlike the majority, who act to suffer
I chose to recover.
I know definitely I know you’re way out of my league
But to deserve you, Love
Is indeed my intrigue
For I am a magician drawing up a prestige
Trying hard to storm through this tormenting seige.
I apologise for what I did
Loving me is not an idea
You’ve to battle with.
The problem is mine alone
You’re my purpose my quest
Indeed the root of it all
My passions my goals.
I am scared
Not of seeing you with someone else
But of not getting a chance
To make you feel special
To be able to express
That express of my heartbeats
Due to you love
My failures terrified,
remarked you as the east winds.
You’re my quest
The only song my heart sings.
Don’t fall for the lines above
For they maybe words
Fall for the changes you observe
Only if you choose to fall anyway.
Else remember me as a poet
With a heart of gold
Who chose words to trade his soul
While I am occupied
Unwillingly waiting to cross paths
With an equivalent abode
Not scared to end up forlorn
Diverting my mind to other passions
Adventures yet behold.
Whenever I am up against the toughest uncertainties
I’ll be a gladiator
You my sword.