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Kiss, interrupted: part 3

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“Of course, Sister. Now pray excuse me,” she said and fled to the quietness of her room.

Sister Bernadette closed the door behind her and took a deep breath. She felt dog-tired, but knew that she could not sleep. Her head was in turmoil.

You will have to ask yourself what the habit you wear really means to you. Sister Julienne’s words kept going round and round in her head. Sister Bernadette fingered the navy fabric. There had been a time she had felt blessed to wear it. It hid her body from the world, providing a sense of security and comfort that had been unknown to her before. Now, it felt restricting. She removed the cross from her breast, then her wimple. The heavy fabric of her habit followed; she folded it neatly and placed it on the chair next to her bed. Dressed only in her slip she knelt in front of the cross on her wall, folded her hands and prayed.

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Lureen

Magical thinking in a merry-go-round mind:
She spins round and flashes colour, hope.
She arrives like laughter. She shines like
Golden sun on a Brazilian beach. She has
Reached out to me. How can I deserve her
Attention? I wish her the best of days, the
Best of loves, the best of everything. What
Can I be for her? I defer to her needs, her
Wishes, her desires. I wish to conspire with
Her secret wonders. I wish to be undone
By her. In her warm embrace I could live
Like lace, like song, like long afternoons.
Soon I will be nothing but love for her. 
Can I be good enough to make her care?

Love is a carousal in the circus of life,

With no age restrictions, and no line to fight.

See all the pretty horses on the merry-go-round?

One minute you’re up, another you’re down.

The lure is beguiling, all melody and light, and

Anticipation keeps you spinning for night after night.

But before you climb on, kid, there’s still thing to see:

It’s over before you know it, and nobody rides for free.

~The Mystical Lion

An Actual Interaction With My Friend

My tired friend: The wheels on the bus go round and rouns
Me (also tired and reminded of the word nouns): The wheels on the bus do verbs with nouns, verbs with nouns, verbs with nouns, the wheels on the bus do verbs with nouns all through the town
Him: Moar!
Me: The people on the bus shout interjections, interjections, interjections, the people on the bus shout interjections all through the town
Him: Yiss!
Me: The wipers on the bus go onomatopoeia, onomatopoeia, onomatopoeia, the wipers on the bus go onomatopoeia all through the town

anonymous asked:

Fuck your negativity. Let people do what they want. Who are you to judge?

Whenever I get a package of plain M&Ms, I make it my duty to continue the strength and robustness of the candy as a species. To this end, I hold M&M duels. Taking two candies between my thumb and forefinger, I apply pressure, squeezing them together until one of them cracks and splinters. That is the “loser,” and I eat the inferior one immediately. The winner gets to go another round. I have found that, in general, the brown and red M&Ms are tougher, and the newer blue ones are genetically inferior. I have hypothesized that the blue M&Ms as a race cannot survive long in the intense theater of competition that is the modern candy and snack-food world. Occasionally I will get a mutation, a candy that is misshapen, or pointier, or flatter than the rest. Almost invariably this proves to be a weakness, but on very rare occasions it gives the candy extra strength. In this way, the species continues to adapt to its environment. When I reach the end of the pack, I am left with one M&M, the strongest of the herd. Since it would make no sense to eat this one as well, I pack it neatly in an envelope and send it to M&M Mars, A Division of Mars, Inc., Hackettstown, NJ 17840-1503 U.S.A., along with a 3×5 card reading, “Please use this M&M for breeding purposes.” This week they wrote back to thank me, and sent me a coupon for a free ½ pound bag of plain M&Ms. I consider this “grant money.” I have set aside the weekend for a grand tournament. From a field of hundreds, we will discover the True Champion. There can be only one.

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Where, oh where could Jackaboy be?

                                                              ͝W̸h̕y, ̀o̴h͝ ͜why can̛'t҉ we͟ ́s͘eé?

T̶h̵e ̵bo̡y,̕ t͜h̶e̡ c͟hild,̕ he͝ ́c̴a̷m͝e̶ b̶àc̴k̢ to̕ ̧li͝fe                                                 

             ,͏̱A҉̖f̞͓̗̭͇̰t͉̥͍̪͕̥͍èr̗̺͉̮͖̀ ̺͖t̴̮̰̟̱͉̞h̩͓̲͉͍̼̪͢ey̡ ͍̝̘g͎̳̬͉͢o̭̼͚͢ͅuge̺̟̤̗͕̪d͓̗͎̻̬̹ ͈̖̯h͔̖i̟̞͇̰͇s̳͔̪ ̘ț̵̙h̘̳̦̻͞r͙̮̼͇̲o̱̘͈a̴̗t͜ wi̙̺̠̞t͍̣̯ḫ̸̭̬͇̯̼ ҉̗͕͓̣͇ͅa͇̪̣̮ ̻̪̱̙k̙͔̮n̟̜̖̳͜i̕ͅf̱è

̠̙̼̥                              ̵͐̔͌ͥ͂̚I̛̿̉ͤt̛ͦ̐ ̔͑͛ͤ̋҉ç̽a̢͋̐́̇ͫn͆̽'̸̋̃ͯͩt̡ ̾ͯ́bͪ̎̍̌ͩ̀e͋̎̒ͥ ̵ͫ̆͊h́e̴ ̉̍i͠n̈̈́͛̏ͯͨ ͮ̕t̊͗͝h̚ẻ͗͑͗ͨ̚ ͐ͣ̋ͩ͝thi͛́nͧ̆̌̈͗ͤ͌g̒̍s̎̍̅ͧ͛̀ ͂̿̍wͬͤe̷͐͌ͣ̄ ̾ͩ̊ͧ͢sͥ̓͆ͦ̒e̡͂͌̽eͮͩ,́

         W̋ͧ͑̑́ͬ̚͟h̭̝͍̬̗̊̈́ͭ̈ë́̄̋͗̈ͭr̤̹̦̳̟̝̘e̙̯̜̮͒ͪͯ̄,̧ ̴͚̖̫͉͔̙̪o̴͈̻̓ͭ̎̅͌ͧh̫̖͍͚̭͙͡ ͍͎͆̆͑ͭ͝w̰̲̥̘͚͒h̛͇͕̟̼̗͕̓ͅe̴̯͌̅̈́̏̃ͥ̈rͩͨͦ͗ͨͩȩ̟̹̤̟̼̜̜̈ ̓̒͋̋͌ͅc͇̻͚̝̼̬̗ȃ͈̟̺ͫ͊n͖̼̝͇͈͔̜͂ͩ̇ͮ̐̚ ̙̞͍͋ͤͣͤ̑ͧh̠̖̘͍ͦ̊̃͌e̘̜̾ͪ͆ ̷̠͉̫̔b̮͎̆ͦ̇̚ē̪̾͌̊̚ͅ?̠̿̓ͧ̎ͪ̀

̵̐̄͋ͫͬͬTͯ̉̒̌́ͤ͑̓͡h̊̓̂̾́̒͗͜ȩ̸͒̎ͧ̈̏ͯ̀ ̵̒ͨ͝͠t̿ͩ̏ͥͣ̔̾̕͠͡ḩ̨ͩi̵̢ͤͧ̈́̌́͒̒͡n̨ͮ͋̽̔͋̌͐̈́gͫ̄̾͐̕ ̶̌ͬ̐̋̔̾̄̎͞ï̸̋ͮn̢͐͐̎̈́ͧͤ̀ͦ͘ ̊͞fͪͣ̉̽͜r̵͂ͤ͆̋̂͘oͩ̄̂̅̎̎̎ňͧ͂͆ͦ́t̓̀͜͝ ̧̍ͯ́̓͒ͫ̈͘ơ͒ͬ̄͋f̵̀ ̛̂͑u̡̎̊̏̚͠͡sͣ̈́ ̷͒̈́͂͛ͧ̄ͪ̍͟w̎̽ͭ̓̅̉͏ę̨̢̄ͫ̿͑ͦ͊̂ ̸̡ͯ̔̈ẁͭ̌̎̇ḯ̀ͥ͐̂̚͝҉t̵̒̽̌̆ͯͭ͂͞͏ń̾͌ͯ͂ͦ͋ͣ̀e̶̢ͫͥͧ́ͮ̄s̢̔̇̉ͤ̉ͬ̄͠s̶̓ͭ̿͗̑,̎ͥ̚
̡̛̠̞̫̣̤̗̍ͩ̆͊O̷̟̩̟̜͇̮̐̏̓ͦͨ̾ͧͫụ̫͚͖̰̘͎́̉͌ͨͯ̋̌ͭ͜r̟ͩͧ͐̒͂͑̍ͣ͟͡ͅ ̬̖̤̘̫ͪ̋͊ͧ̓ͣͩ͝p̴̡͉̠̪͍̳̦̐͒̎͛̓͛́a̷̷̟̩̩̭ͮ̀̓͗ͭ͐ȉ̡͙̝̭̬́ǹ̴̮̺̭̥̣͍̃̚̕,̶̦̠̳̩̿̍̓͠ ̢̗̭͓͊͌̉̈̎ͨ̚o̸̸͚͔ͫ́̿̎͘uͦ̔ͪ҉͏̤̭̭̜̲̣̩̻ṟ̤̟̖͐ͩͫ̊͐̇̎͋͢͠ ̧͋̾̃̍͛͏̧̤̗̼̬t͚̦̣̗̭͇̪́̃ͮͥͯͦͤ̚ȅ̵̝̯͖̗͈͇̞̹̇̓́a̷̡͕͇ͩͩ͗̏ͅr̻̺͚͓̙͗̇͡ș̡͖̠̪̣̳ͤ̇̑̿ͣͯ̽͐͡,̈́͐̀͛̉͏̼̦̟̭̪̹͉̲̗́ ̻̺̝͍͉͚̂̓́͘i̴ͫͪ̐͑́̽͠҉̱̗͓̪t̗͚̰̱̪ͦ͑̆̃͐͐̒͛͋ ̴̧̛̭͔̺̈̒ͥ̀͗͒ͮģ̺̼͎͖̩̗̒͗ͮͧ̑ͥͅȓ̡̥̠̦̥̯̜̞̗̑̅̈́̊̀̄͝͝ỏ̙̫͔̣̥̰̳͑ͦ͗̈́w̆͋̋̓ͯ͏̜͖͍̱͔̖s̡̺͚͛̒͗͆ͫ̋ͦͨ̀ ̶͈͖̣ͤ̍̀̾͊̑s͚̠͙̗̝̠̫̮͈̒͊̓̈́ͩ̽t̸̸̖̭̦̗̞̥͒͋ͯ̈́̀̿͠r̡̖͚͚͙ͯ̀̓ͦͬͭo̧̙̠̺̗͉͉ͧ̉ͦͬ̊́n̸̰̱͍̰͙ͪ̐̉͆̃͛̑͘͟ǵ̏͏҉͇ ͔̫ͦ̇̑ẅ̬͈̬̗i̸̙͇̟̟̰͕͐́ͨ̄̂́͗͠ͅt̵̡̗̩̦̟̖̯̯̃̿ͭ̍̏ͤ̿h͒̋̅ͯͫ҉͖͖̖̹͕̤̠ ̡̩͇̣͔̪̖̘͒͋̇͑ͪ͂̊ͪͅt̹̗ͬͪ̀ͪ̈́ͧ͢͟h͊ͦͥ͏̫̼͚͘i̢͔̮̦͔͕̥̝̍̆͋͌ͯ̍ͫ̓͜s̼̗ͯ͡͝.̵̛̣͇̳̜͔̌̃̑̾ͮ͂́

̺͍̗͎̼̝ͤ̿ͩͪ͊ͬͥͬT̫͔̦̗͓̓̅̐̔̒ͮ̔͆̇͊͒̏͂̀͆h̪̳͓̤̯̖̖͎̩̯̻̥͓͗̏̓͐̅̉̎̄̽̔͌̋͑ͩ̚e̙̞̗͚̯͔̺̯͕̫̓ͫ̈̏ͮ̄̒̌̔ͫ̀̌̄͂̎̚y̥̥͉͕̲̪̝͓̤̤̬̹͇ͬ́ͭ̌̇̿ ̰̤̖̙͚͚̻̮̱̭̟͖̜̣ͥ͆ͣ̊́́ͩͪ̑̇̚̚ͅt͉̭͚͚̺̣̦̟̹̻̹̟̪̙ͪ͊ͬͮ̌ͣ͛̈̆̍ͨ̽͋̚̚ȏ̳̱̹̍͛ͬ̂ͯ̈͊͆̌͗͋ö̬̮̭͓͔̞͉̬̰̂͛̂́͂ͤ̉ͦk̯̬͉̰͙͇͙̤̠͔̅͋ͤ͑͋ͣͭͧ͑̓ͬͯ͂ͫ ͈̘̲̪̱ͭ̉ͩ̆̾ĥ̙͚̭̗̮͍̭͖̮͎̩͉͙̪͎͒̉ͪ̽̂̎̍́ͫ̿ͩͤ͌̈́̾̌ỉ̟͉̳̱̖͕̲͍̥͉̘̳ͯͯͥͤ͑̇̀̿ͥ̑ͫ́s͕̱͙̙͓͕ͤ̊ͥ̆͂̃͋̿͋̄̇ͭ̽͆́̆̊ͪ̎ͅ ͔̘̞͍̬͙̜͇͇͔̝͓̝̃̐̂͗͒̈̆̈̔͆b͔͚̙̗̟̳̱͔̭̼̭̗͙͎̮͂ͨͭͤ̅ͭͪ̈́o̯͔̮̟̩̥̯̳̞̩̥̞͎͙̔̒̉̊̌̂ͣ̈̓̓ͭ̽͋ͫ̎̀̌̀ͩͅd͚͓̩̗͖̟͙̟̜͔̥̬̺̻͊͊̓̈ͩͧ̇͗͌̇͋͛̍̂͛̍ͯy̠̹͍̥͈̐̆ͤ͑̒͆̐͊ͧ̀͌̅̍̆ ͕͍̦̯̼̘̮̞̯͓͓͉̼̟̌͒̀̋̏b̳̻͉̯̮̣̮̝͈̬̠̭͎͖̯̽ͦ̈ͬͮ͗̈̎̐ͅy̫̟̞̰̒̏̊ͧͨ̊͂̆ͫ͒͛ ̪͎̬̹̫̮̮̼̲̭͍͍̘̮̈́ͯͫ͊̈́̿̈́ͅṫ̟̟̲̘̺͎̠̺̲̰͓̪̯̹͈͙̜͛̐̔̂͐ͣ̂̆h͚̳̲̗̫͚͈̫͉̳̱̠̩̲̞ͬ̐̈̿͐e̘̞͙͓̗̜ͭ͗ͪ̀ͮ͛͗ͪ͂̓͌ ͓̜͎̮̝̥͆͊̾̾̑̈́͒̏̑̌̏͑ṙ͓̻̟̤͔̮̝̤̩̣̩̖ͯ͑ͨͦ̿͊͋̓̔ͯͤ̍̉ͮͫ͊̔́ͅͅe͍͇̞͙̠̼̣ͮ̓̇ͥ͗̉ͬͤ̽̆͋̅͊̅̈́́̓̽ͪi̝̫̯̣͕̣͖̥͙͖͑́ͤ̽̒ͧ̃͌͑ͅg̭͙̻͎̝̻̳̥̼̻͓̙̩̖̫͉̘̣̃ͤ̔̂ͨn̝͚̜͖̫̬̦ͦ͗͋ͥś̹̩̝̂ͤ̾̈̑ͧ,͈͖͍̠̲̦͈̘̭͖͖̳̰̳̹͈̍ͨ͆̋͋̍̾͆͑͌ͦ̓̓̋ͧ͗̓ͩ̚ ̮͚̳̠̠͕̝͖̬ͫ̌͂̅ͥ̓̐̈́ẏ̤͙̘̘̟͕ͬ̍ͫ̽ͩͨo̥̱̞̳̣̪̗̻͇̖̘̬̥͓̹̟̯͒ͭ̽̓̉ͭ͋ͅú̘̰̩̹̱̹̑ͮͣ ̮̖̫͈̘͍̖͈̟̟͑́ͨͫ̄͂s̜̯̹̘̪̩̹͖̮̙̙͎̫̯̖ͫ̔̾ͪ͊ͫ̐͐̽̚e̯͉͙͗̈́̍ͮ̔̌̔ͣ̚e̙̬̗͍̪̥̲̜̗̖̯̮̩̬̪͈̫͍͒̊̇̿ͯ̀̆̌̚ͅ,͈͚̹̥̲̖̭̖͖̥͓ͣ̔͑ͤ


                                                        ̠̺̘̣̩̉̒͌̈ͥͣͩ̾̇ͭ̚̚S̜̝̖̮̗͎͖͍̫̖̹̱̝͒ͣ́̈̍ͫͫ̆ͧo̬͚͎̫͙̘̥̟̖̖̮͙̳͖̫͒ͩͮͧ̈́͑ͬ̒̋̓́ͭ ̮̙͓̖̫̰̻̫͖̼̖̌ͭ̾́̑̑̉̑̾͒́̐ͭͬ͌̿̓̚j̲̩͍̰̫̣͚̠̗̞̪̬̦̰̪̻͌̊̆͋͆ͮͯͣ̂̍͗͊̀ͣͅͅṷ̙̫͖̳̗̟͈̼̦͇̰ͤ̽̇̂s͎͕͕̺̑ͯ̾͗̈́̽͂ͪͣt͈͚̫͎̩̦̯͚̠̖̝͕͔̥̥̟̱̏̋̿̂͌̊́̍̓ͭͯ͛ͮ̑ͬ͆ͯ̈ ̞͙͕̻̹͍̤̘͔̰̜̞̑͒ͫ͛̈ͯͧ̊ͅk̦̳̟͕̦̓͊̾͌̍͊̈ͅe͍̞̠̦̥̞͍̘͖̮͔͉̲͓̖̼̮̠̫͑ͯ̎ͮ͒̑̇̐͛e̱͈̠͖̠͈̙͈͕̒̅̒͛p̗̬̩͕̺͊̿ͩ͐͌ͨ͊̄ͩͭ̓͒͊͗̐̎̓ ̫̟̻̤̠̂̈ͧ̈͂͛͒̎̇͆̆̇͑ͤͩͯ̃͋̈i̝͇͕̥̞̺͍̳̘̹̫̥̿̓̆̐͌͂̑ͮ̆ͣ́̐ͮ̚ͅn͎͇̫͖̣̱͉ͯ̾̒ͭ̋ ̪͚͔̭͙̠̰̻͇͕͚̭̩̟͓̣ͮ̈́ͩ̄́ͧ̚ṃ̖̲͕̱̲̱̯̹̞͈͎̼̪̤̭͚͓͗̐̅̇ͧͬi̟͖̜̩̲̹͕͕͎̳̳̻̙̼͍̟͍̥͊́ͫ̉ͮ̏̒͋̎̊ͅn͇̯͇̥̯̭͍͑ͧͯ͒̍ͩ͗͑ͬ̽̑̋d̺̻̙̟̠͇͕̖̪͚̠̹̭͔͓͓̞̒ͭͩͦ̉̉́̐̎̄ͤ ͖̺̟̳̩̼̦͙̦̣̘̦͚̣͍̙̀͊ͨ̆͑ͧ̇͌͆͆ͮͭͨͩ̐͂̑t͇͔͖̻̦͎͈̯̻̯̯͍̹̳̪̦͙̝͋ͣ̒̇̓͛̾́͒̈̓ͭ̐̃ͫh̜̞̣͚̮͉̥̩ͫ̒́̆ͦͩ̚a̙͈̩̰͎̝̯̥̞̰͚̠͔̦̱̣̬̺̣̋ͦͩ͛̿̈́͒̂ͦ̀̚t̜̭̗͓̯ͨ̾ͥ̇ͪͣ͊͒͐̉̋ͭ̃ͤ ̭̘̺̘̻͖͙̦̮̳̼̙͍̻̲̋ͤ̒̽̾ͮ̒ͭͮ̅̚h͈̯͖̖̤̬͇͈̖͉̫̤̪͕͍͇͈̆̋͗̏ͥͣ̒͆̎ͧ̉ͫͭ͆̊̊ͮ̄̐ě̘͚͕̯̗͔͈̖̦̮͈̥̙͚̝͂ͫͧ̂ ͇͇̪̳͔̗̣̭̓̈ͮͦ͒ī̱̱̞̭̫̠͖̼̾ͨ͗̽̎͊͌ͩ̿ͪ̇̇͒ͨ͗̚s̯̹̩̝̭̝̫̥͎͈͚̅͆ͩ̓͌ͣ̓̍́͆͐͐ͬ̚̚ń̗͕̣͔̺̼ͥ̂ͧ̅̑̄ͯ̑͒͂̍̊͊ͬͅ'͔̝̺̙̩̫ͪ̊ͨ̇̔̽ͨͥ͆ͩ͂͊́̚t̫̘͚̤͚͎͎̖͕̬̜̄̓͗̔ͯ̍̇̌̉͐̆͂ͨ̿ͥ ͍̻͕̼̖̠͉̘̪̺̦͈̞̞̈́̂ͣ͑ͩͥͮͭ͋̌̆̇ͦ̂ͣͅĥ̦̘̘̰̱͇̟̥̦͚̫̺͉͙̤͚̓̒͛̚e̪̩̩̣̝͈͇͍͕͔̫̦̥͙͂ͣ̑̌.͉̗̝͉̮̭̥͕̬͚̼̼̙̙͂̉́̏̓

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On an unrelated note, the latest food supplement was discontinued