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Ah, the portuguese man-child-of-war

- pretty weird

- very strange

- is from the sass-sea

- built in flooftation device

- probably 3 feet idk

- salt

Nature is so fascinating

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5 Random Facts About Me

I got tagged by mi amigo, @eggyunwn! Thanks! 

Five Random Facts About Me~!

1. When I was six years old, I was stung by a Portuguese-Man-of-War jellyfish. It hurt like a bitch. Luckily it was dead, and didn’t have its tentacles, or things would’ve ended up worse. My mom told me not to touch it…oops. 

2. I can’t touch my right should with my right hand. I honestly don’t know why. I’ve had it x-rayed, but the even the doctors don’t know what’s up. I’ve always hated the song Head, Shoulders, Knees and Toes

3. I can’t whistle. I’ve tried, I just can never figure out how. 

4. I live off tortilla chips. Many a time have I finished a family sized bag before my parents had the chance to have any. Of course they weren’t very pleased with me, but what can I say?

5. I am one of the 5 shortest kids in my grade. I’m 5′3″, but I guess that’s pretty short for a 9th grader at my school. Though there is an upside: Whenever I fail in p.e. class, I blame it on my height. That, and I’m Levi Ackerman’s height, so I don’t mind that much. 

So there you are. 5 random facts about me. I’m going to tag some folks, and if you’ve already done this, you don’t have to do it again, and if you don’t want to do it, you are under no obligation to lol. I’ll tag: @immyownbossmrthompson@cheekylittlepeach, @ev-lolite, @ashyluka, @your-little-ninja, @meyerlansky, @beannysiegel, @jubilantcrumpet, @suga-and-spice2000, and @foodfandomsfeminism (plus anyone else who thinks this’d be fun because this was fun thinking of “facts.”)

I was tagged by @spoksxnat. Hi!! and Thanks!

When you get this, write 3 things your followers probably don’t know about you and then tag 10 followers.

1. I’m going to try to answer differently than I have in the past. I will start with I used to live in Hawaii and while I was there, was stung mercilessly by a Portuguese man o’ war. It feels like you have been set on fire. I had a scar for a couple of years.

2. If I laugh hard enough, I will faint. (I did it at a Weird Al concert)

3. I almost killed myself & @atomickola by doing #2 (on this answer thing, not the bathroom kind) on a ferris wheel in a sporting goods store. The seat was swinging WAY too much and it was startling - but atomickola’s panicking was a little funny and I laughed, which shook the damn thing more and the more she freaked, it just made me laugh harder… I thought I was going to faint and dump us out. We have never been on a ferris wheel since. (sorry atomickola)

I invite anyone who wants to do this. Tagging is not really in me tonight… it’s too late  :P  But feel free to say I did.

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É estranho parar e pensar que… eu não sou nada. Todos somos irrelevantes e isso é assustador. Algum dia eu vou morrer, todos que eu conheço vão morrer, mas isso vai ser insignificante. Quantas pessoas já existiram e hoje não fazemos ideia de que existiram?
Segundo a História, se não há documentos comprovando algo, essa coisa simplesmente não existiu; seja um país, um acontecimento ou uma pessoa: se não há vestígios, não existiu. E algum dia, a própria humanidade não terá existido.
Esse é um conceito interessante, na verdade. Quase ultrajante. Estamos aqui, conscientes da nossa própria vida, porém, se todas as provas de que um dia estivemos aqui sumirem, nós teremos sumido também e não seremos nada.
Nós somos pó; na verdade, nem chegamos a isso se levarmos em conta o tamanho do Universo. Talvez seja verdade. “Do pó ao pó”.
Isso faz com que a religião seja infinitamente mais compreensível. Temos medo de sumir desse jeito. Eu tenho medo de sumir desse jeito. Ter um apoio “maior” algo que saiba e garanta -para quem, eu não sei- a nossa existência é reconfortante.
Olho para o meu quarto: meus livros, minhas roupas, meus desenhos e todo traço da minha personalidade que deixei aqui. Algum dia, tudo isso vai deixar de existir e eu realmente não estou preparada pra isso. Pra sumir assim. Eu tenho medo, medo de sumir. Mas medo é a essência dos animais: o medo nos traz o instinto de sobrevivência, o medo nos traz a necessidade de se reproduzir (embora este seja um medo diferente. Esse medo se trata de um medo coletivo. Queremos perpetuar a espécie com medo de sumir.).
Então realmente, ter medo talvez seja fundamental. É impossível não ter medo. Sempre me lembro do que aquele cara com barba de tentáculos (que eu esqueci o nome, por mais que eu goste dos filmes) de Piratas do Caribe pergunta aos homens que captura: “Você teme a morte?”. E me pergunto, “EU temo a morte?”. Sim, eu temo a morte. Tenho medo de desaparecer com o resto da humanidade. Dizem que quando ficamos mais velhos e mais sábios, paramos de temer a morte e aceitamos que, de fato, é a coisa mais natural que pode acontecer com qualquer um.
Acho que é para isso que temos que continuar vivendo: para sempre nos perguntarmos “Eu temo a morte?”

Acceptance


The bar in Cambridge,

blues and greens

as preppies like

But he was Portuguese

Sexy man

Who taught me about freedom

We shared a love of the truth

His Pulitzer

My business

Our hearts lived

Apart and at a great

And comfortable

distance


And his first kiss on

Valleyheart

When he argued

For his limitations

Daring me to love

Him anyway

Nine years later,

three cats

and laughter

I’d dared

And lost

The argument.

Friendship

Now

Trumps all



And the intense stare

across the theatre

Eyes locked

A slow, understated

Approach

I thought was sexy

Only to find

he was just depressed

The black jaguar

The penthouse

And me

Sitting

Patiently

Beside sadness


And how I lost

three years there

which weren’t as fun

as three years lost

in a trailer park

along side him

in the pick up

Marlboro reds

and flamingoes.

Real, sexy years of tequila

And jerkey, Montana and shooting ranges

He had a glock

Under his pillow

We’d have been ok anywhere


And then there was Yale

And the Olympics

And shells on the Thames

And the river Charles

A green Porsche

and the secret society

His book

My glamorous job

Endless betrayals

his with others

mine

by absentia


And he had a lisp

and was a valet

and loved me like

No other and

I wanted to make him

my Pygmalion

and I could have

If only

We hadn’t lost a child


And one I distrusted

hypnotized me

And another

dying to love me

left me dying to be free.

And one I adore

Is out of reach.



Finally, I look

Back to my father

And wonder why

,he hurt me so.

No sympathy requested

No complaint here stated.


As I lay dying

I read the swords

(Like on the tarot card)

Betrayal,

Compromise

Confiscated

Robbed

Raped

Cheated

Liar

Loss

Absent

And finally,

The last

So what.



I saw him

The other night

Resurrected

in a golden orb

His face shone

With a gentle pride

At me.

“I did it

all because

I loved you

And your

triumph is

My job

well done.”


I may be late

To the library,

to the party

To discover

Wiki

I may be late

to You tube

And behind

In the polls

But I am not

surrendered in pain

I am triumphant with

Understanding



I am “it”


And “no”is my best

friend

And  “yes” is its great cousin


How might I

Find my man

Until I know

The man in me?

She who asserts

And discerns,

Establishes boundaries

Is on her side

And behalf.

She who fights for her best

And takes no prisoners.

She who knows

Her worth

And protects it

With ferocity

She who would be him

if he were to arrive as me

Man.

Mine.

Black & White with Portuguese Man O’ War.

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A reunion of the retired pro and semi pro soccer players .  It was at the Portuguese Sports Club in New Bedford, MA.  Around 300 men were in attendance including a State Senator, the Portuguese Consulate, the man next in line for the Chief of Police position in the city to name a few.  There were some suits in attendance but most of us were casual.  Portuguese food is not conducive to white…

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Chancelor Williams discusses in The Destruction Of Black Civilization two of the most noted empires that did not permit foreigners (whites) to enter their land: Mossi and Kuba. The Mossi people were one of a few who saw, clearly, the nature of the whites, and their pattern of destruction when the indigenous Africans were gracious enough to let them settle amongst them. The Great Prophecy of the Mossi was that “when the first white man appears in the land the nation will die.” Their presence represented certain doom because whites never intend to share, only to take over, consume, and control. The Mossi empire lasted hundreds of years always remembering and passing down their Great Prophecy, and, sure enough, as soon as they relaxed their rules and let one Portuguese man in, their doom shortly followed. It is clear that integration with whites is what led to the collapse of Africa. It is extremely ironic that demons were represented as white in many tribe’s spiritual rituals before they ever seen a white person. Chancellor Williams explains this in his book as follows, “Since in many societies all devils and other evil spirits were white, the ritual to ward them off was always led by chanting dancers whose faces and bodies were hideously painted with white chalk. That there were in fact white humans – living ‘white devils’ – was unbelievable.” Rp @africanloverevolt
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@Regrann from @theankhlife - Chancelor Williams discusses in The Destruction Of Black Civilization two of the most noted empires that did not permit foreigners (whites) to enter their land: Mossi and Kuba. The Mossi people were one of a few who saw, clearly, the nature of the whites, and their pattern of destruction when the indigenous Africans were gracious enough to let them settle amongst them. The Great Prophecy of the Mossi was that “when the first white man appears in the land the nation will die.” Their presence represented certain doom because whites never intend to share, only to take over, consume, and control. The Mossi empire lasted hundreds of years always remembering and passing down their Great Prophecy, and, sure enough, as soon as they relaxed their rules and let one Portuguese man in, their doom shortly followed. It is clear that integration with whites is what led to the collapse of Africa. It is extremely ironic that demons were represented as white in many tribe’s spiritual rituals before they ever seen a white person. Chancellor Williams explains this in his book as follows, “Since in many societies all devils and other evil spirits were white, the ritual to ward them off was always led by chanting dancers whose faces and bodies were hideously painted with white chalk. That there were in fact white humans – living ‘white devils’ – was unbelievable.” Rp @africanloverevolt #Regrann #melanin #blackhistory #africa #blackpeoplebelike #truth #wakeupblackpeople #blackpeople #africanpeople #blackunity #blackfamily #blackman #blackwoman #awareness #knowledgeofself #blackpeopleonly #rbg #blacksupremacy by consciousprogress
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