Brotha O(@OMANXL1) 's Twitter Profile Photo

Life? a beautiful struggle and a beautiful madness.

Will the madness cease? I try to jog my memory.

It doesn't cease, it's steady! something we'll embrace?

If we want peace; keep running, jogging, soon something we'll see.

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Laura Laakso(@LLaaksoWriter) 's Twitter Profile Photo

In the dreams of old, we watched from the shadows of the forest while Roman soldiers marched past. But our recollections stretch further back, and in the oldest of dreams, we hunted aurochs, giant deer, and even mammoths.

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Keith Mason(@KeithMa05848005) 's Twitter Profile Photo


Lord God King Jesus
Bind and Crush the Head of the wicked ever greedy giant Lahmi and cast him down into the lake of hellfire and make it extra hot on for has hurt me for the last time in my life and Lord God Increase your favor and blessings in my life Amen

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🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿ChanaEstherDafna🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿(@Anyechka) 's Twitter Profile Photo

“This is what happens when you barge uninvited into someone else’s private suite. If you’d made even a crumb of an effort to become friends with us, we might share, but you’ve been rude and annoying the entire time we’ve known you.”

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🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿ChanaEstherDafna🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿(@Anyechka) 's Twitter Profile Photo

“I let myself in. My men and I are above the law.”
Mireena glares at him. “This isn’t a totalitarian dictatorship, no matter what certain people would like to believe. We just fought a war to defeat people who think like you.”

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Occam Razor (aka the Truant Memphis nerd)(@BeKindHumans) 's Twitter Profile Photo

Already back at work, shedding a metaphorical tear in memoriam of 32 hours with Daf. An Agent's work is never done in this wuthering chaos. Literally never done. Such is infinity. Our existential reality bludgeons the psyche daily. Praise Bob.

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Bowen Greenwood(@bowengreenwood) 's Twitter Profile Photo

He slipped through the surging crowds like a wraith—silent, purposeful, with the air of the grave about him. One death. Just one. This fat marshmallow of a Duke had to die, and then the people would rise. They had to. His blade would be the catalyst.

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Bowen Greenwood(@bowengreenwood) 's Twitter Profile Photo

Men and women – soldiers of the Underground, such as they were – swung their bulky tools like weapons. Some hit hogs and knocked them down. Others struck glancing blows, and paid for the failure with their lives.

—Mercy Rising: An Exile War Novel

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Lorinda J. Taylor(@TermiteWriter) 's Twitter Profile Photo

[Using today (“In Memoriam”). theme was “bludgeon” and strangely, in spite of the many synonyms, I couldn’t find anything that worked.]

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🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿ChanaEstherDafna🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿(@Anyechka) 's Twitter Profile Photo

“As Charles Chaplin said at the end of The Great Dictator, we don’t want to hate and despise one another or live by each other’s misery. Only uniting to defeat tyranny will accomplish that goal.”
Mr. Zorn glares at Katrin as she steps down.

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Lorinda J. Taylor(@TermiteWriter) 's Twitter Profile Photo

“Alates were especially favored by the Highest Mother w/ superior intelligence.”
“Were you? I have doubted that at times.”
Annoyed, I fanned my wings,flashing light across the shade cast by the trees. Wei’tu felt the wind from my wings & said, “You are offended...'

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