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^^Alpha I take notice to how you speak of me in general and ambiguous terms. no specific characteristics or adjectives. I am an enigma to you and for that you lash lol. Anyway hope you are well. Xamar is becoming less and less viable by the day. So my meel-gaar Kikuyu stay may end with me in H-town.

 

Just came back from a night on the town. mediocre time but interesting nevertheless.

 

I think I have withdrawn from music, so I will partake in this posting music tradition by posting the last song I recall liking.

 

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Reeyo   

Saf, everything feels strange, and the font, why is it so different? I can't get use to it. Why did everything change? ....I don't like it. :/

 

Alpha, howdy dumaashi, thanks for mocking the lifestyle your brother sucked me into! Caajib.

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Safferz   

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Saf, everything feels strange, and the font, why is it so different? I can't get use to it. Why did everything change? ....I don't like it.
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It takes some getting used to, for sure. But I guess the guys behind the website felt SOL was due for an upgrade, and from what I understand, the analytics show it was a successful transition. The general forum seems to have less activity than before, but people are starting to come back and post more.

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Holac   

The general forum is first place I check when I log in. I love this forum. The webmasters should keep it clean and professional. The new design is long shot better than before but takes time to get used to. I just discovered how to use private messages. :)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The general forum is first place I check when I log in. I love this forum. The webmasters should keep it clean and professional. The new design is long shot better than before but takes time to get used to. I just discovered how to use private messages.
:)

 

look at this former Iraqi information minister. bakhtiga ku xalal ah.

 

abti,

 

are you the spokesman of the regime, horta?

 

is cadee?

 

 

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Hassan, I feel your little hospital gig is something akin to the movie Shutter Island, where you perceive yourself to be a worker when rather you yourself are the delusional patient.

 

Alpha, I’d watch out for yourself. This one has a special thing for you. I am sure his bedroom looks something like this, with you in the center

 

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Tallaabo   

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isqor bila liis.

 

you aint from Hawd, you little qaloocite. you're from daanta beesha habar qalooc.

Beesha Habar qalooc have a stake in Hawd you little mountain dwelling primate.

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Safferz   

A good day for Canada, we won the only gold medal that matters today, HOCKEY! Escaped my essay writing long enough to catch the final period. I'm so proud :D

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Canada seriously sucks..they leech on to Hockey for deep subconscious inferiority complex...Canada is honestly the most irrelevant country in the Western world...has anyone been to Canada ? Their gov spends billions of dollar to promote their culture just to counter the unstoppable invasion of American culture in their country...every Canadian knows so much about the States yet if you go to Indianapolis and ask any American of what they know of Canadians they would say "I don't even know where is at?"

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You Want Me Pale

 

You want me pale,

Made of sea foam,

A mother of pearl.

Made of white lily,

Untouched among the others.

Made of thinning perfume.

Petals sealed.

 

Not touched by moonbeams,

Not called 'sister' by the daisies.

You want me like snow,

You want me white,

You want me pale.

 

You have had all

The cups in your hands,

Flowing fruit and honey,

Staining your lips dark.

You have been in the banquet

Laced with grapevines,

Relinquishing your meat,

Reveling in Bacchus.

You have been in the gardens,

Black with deception,

Wearing red and

Running into ruin.

 

You have kept your

Skeleton intact, and by

Miracles I do not know,

Still expect me to be white

(God forgive you for it),

Still expect me to be spotless

(God forgive you for it),

Still expect me to be pale.

 

So flee into the woods,

Run into the mountains;

Clean your mouth;

Live in a cottage;

Touch the damp earth

With your hands;

Nourish your body with

The bitter root;

Drink, like Moses,

From the rocks;

Sleep upon the frost;

Rejuvenate your flesh

With saltpetre and water;

Speak with the birds,

Rise with the sun.

And when your body

Has returned to you,

When it's become entangled

In the bedroom of your soul,

Only then, good man,

Can you expect me to be pale,

Expect me to be snow,

Expect me to be untouched.

 

Translated from the Spanish by Sarah Fletcher

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Tú Me Quieres Blanca

 

Tú me quieres alba,

Me quieres de espumas,

Me quieres de nácar.

Que sea azucena

Sobre todas, casta.

 

De perfume tenue.

Corola cerrada

Ni un rayo de luna

Filtrado me haya.

Ni una margarita

Se diga mi hermana.

 

Tú me quieres nívea,

Tú me quieres blanca,

Tú me quieres alba.

Tú que hubiste todas

Las copas a mano,

De frutos y mieles

Los labios morados.

Tú que en el banquete

Cubierto de pámpanos

Dejaste las carnes

Festejando a Baco.

Tú que en los jardines

Negros del Engaño

Vestido de rojo

Corriste al Estrago.

 

Tú que el esqueleto

Conservas intacto

No sé todavía

Por cuáles milagros,

Me pretendes blanca

(Dios te lo perdone),

Me pretendes casta

(Dios te lo perdone),

¡Me pretendes alba!

 

Huye hacia los bosques,

Vete a la montaña;

Límpiate la boca;

Vive en las cabañas;

Toca con las manos

La tierra mojada;

Alimenta el cuerpo

Con raíz amarga;

Bebe de las rocas;

Duerme sobre escarcha;

Renueva tejidos

Con salitre y agua;

Habla con los pájaros

Y lévate al alba.

Y cuando las carnes

Te sean tornadas,

Y cuando hayas puesto

En ellas el alma

Que por las alcobas

Se quedó enredada,

Entonces, buen hombre,

Preténdeme blanca,

Preténdeme nívea,

Preténdeme casta.

 

Alfonsina Storni

 

 

 

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nice poem

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