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eggy-boyo: jenroses: bearlycare: fisaspoopyforestgreen: nextyearsgirl: gemmy2: shireprincess: What the fuck they’re two years old STRAIGHT PEOPLE ARE SO FUCKING WEIRD  This is exactly what I was talking about the other day. It’s not even just the bizarre urge to sexualize children, it’s that they’re sexualized with the explicit purpose of then policing their hypothetical sexuality. Little girls have sexuality forced on them for the sole purpose of teaching them that sexuality is meant to be shameful. ^this is a great point I repeat: HETEROPATRIARCHY IS SO FUCKIN WEIRD Overheard at a slumber party once, approximately:“Why can’t the boys sleep in here?” (boys were in a tent on the lawn) “Because, IDK, someone might have sex.”“Well, I guess since I’m lesbian I should sleep out there with them.”“I’m bi. I can’t sleep anywhere.” Bi and Pan people sleep in purgatory we all know this : eggy-boyo: jenroses: bearlycare: fisaspoopyforestgreen: nextyearsgirl: gemmy2: shireprincess: What the fuck they’re two years old STRAIGHT PEOPLE ARE SO FUCKING WEIRD  This is exactly what I was talking about the other day. It’s not even just the bizarre urge to sexualize children, it’s that they’re sexualized with the explicit purpose of then policing their hypothetical sexuality. Little girls have sexuality forced on them for the sole purpose of teaching them that sexuality is meant to be shameful. ^this is a great point I repeat: HETEROPATRIARCHY IS SO FUCKIN WEIRD Overheard at a slumber party once, approximately:“Why can’t the boys sleep in here?” (boys were in a tent on the lawn) “Because, IDK, someone might have sex.”“Well, I guess since I’m lesbian I should sleep out there with them.”“I’m bi. I can’t sleep anywhere.” Bi and Pan people sleep in purgatory we all know this
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This was on a post about the epstien case: yovermiment nas igit over our uwn badies. Also making it illegal doesn't stop or decrease it. It just makes it more dangerous for all parties. And let's be hanest people sleep with people FOR SOME GAIN. Whether a woman is sleeping with a man because he has money and spoils her, or a woman sleeps with a man because he will be a good provider for her children all women sleep with a man for some sort of gain. It's ironic prostitution is illegal but as CERTAIN TYPES OF MEN. So they will give in and maybe after the fact they feel regret and so they ll claim the man forced himself onto her to fooling around with me when I was 12. I don't consider that in any way rape or abuse. I wasnit even a sexual creature yet. I wasn't turned on by the situation. But I have to say the age of consent being 18 isnit working in America. Women thinking they can just raise children without fathers. Adult women very irrespansibly sleeping around even though they can consent have no judging abilities. A waman might regret having had sex with a man after the fact and to protect her ego will pretend he abused her even if it was completely consensual at the time. This issue is next on the world stage protect her ega and to take away responsibility. American culture in dating is some Of the worst dating in the world. Women think they can have children without fathers. They are more promiscuous now than ever. Women want submissive men. Women want men they have to baby so they can feel all high and mighty. American wormen want ta pretend men are incompetent and they have to save the day. And is exactly why so many wormen are single and being .- L.- --- l. IS 10. ve nave tne most peopie incarcerated in human history is those weak submissive men they claim they have to baby instead of acknowledging their are strong men 00B 2.7K > OOB 2.7K > America. Some of the strictest laws one where a guy saw a woman an wanted to cold approach her and his friend stops him saying it's wrong Its the worst time to be a man in America Women want too much weithaut daing much in this country. The womens soccer team unfairly wants more money than they bring in when they already get larger culs of the pie than the men do as far aG how much revenue they bring in. The NHA pays for the WNHA lo keep shows and tv commercials that try and portray the man as some child that needs a wornan to tell her what against sex with ppl under 18 and some of the strangest enforcement in the world and yet we still are failing as a society when it comes to dating lave and marriage ? Children being raised without fathers being teminized by women getting babied ignored and nat shown a good example of what it means to be a man. Sorry but who says you have to be 18 to be able to consent? If 60% of that danit need a woman to tell them what to do baby them, or save them. American women don't take any respansibility far their mistakes. They have it very easy in America. I've seen on craigslist so many times listings only for fermales. Cheap living options. While far less more expensive options for men. We have lame commercials like the Gillette one where a guy saw a woman and wanted to cold approach her and his friend stops him saying it's wrong. Its the worst time to be a man in to do is creating more men like that. And that is exactly why so many wamen are unhappry single sleeping around chasing the higheat atatue men that get all the women. It sex with girls under the aga was so much of an epidemic we would have more women coming out against the issue. But occly it's mostly white night men that hate men who like younger women. It's just like how some peaple hate gay people. I's because they hate something about the gay man that they themselves appress that's inside of them selves. The average age of consent globally is 16. We have the most people incarceraled in hunan hiskory is America Some of the strictest laws cxiating. The WNBA losea millions of dollars every year. The wage gap has been heavily miscxstrued. Their is no real wage gap issue. All these tv shows and tv commercials that try and portray the man as some child that needs a woman to tell her what to do is creating more men like that. And that is exactly why sa many women are unhappy single sleeping around chasing the highest status men that get all the women. If sex with girls under the age was so much of an epidemic we would have more vwamen coming aut against the issue. But oddly it'a mostly white nirht men that hste man hn ika all marriages end in divorce if the common adult has trouble explaining love and or having a successful relationship with a stable and loving family how can those same adults turn araund and act like they know anymore about love and consensual against sex with ppl under 18 and some of the strangest enforcement in the world and yet we still are tailing as a society when it comes to dating kove and marriage ? Children being raised without fothers bcing Atate al klad America. Women want too much withaut daing much in this country. The womens soccer team unfairly wants more money than they bring in when they already get larger cuts of the pie than the men do as far as sex than their own children if the Wrile a comment. Wrile a comment. average adult cantinues to fail themselves. We live in an American how much revenue thev bring in. The say Got kapea wouia neaVIiy pe against that notion and would feel exactly as I do. Why society can sayI got raped when I myself say I did not. Anather thing and the last thing. We damage society when we feel we have the right to force someone else to believe they were raped when they don't believe they were. Over 60 % of women have and have had RAPE FANTASY. I'll post the wikipedia link about this exact topic. I found in other researches as well supporting the fact that the number one sexual tnemserves. We ive in an American Society where so many adults are torn apart learning to re connect with her that she was just the best thing since sliced bread until she stopped their child like selves. And where we getting so much attention. Its ironic WOMEN try to attract men by looking more YOUTHFUL..makeup. Skinny waist. A girly sounding voice. And guess what that's nature. It happens in the wild animals procreate as saon as they become able to. It's the design of the universe and yet we act like we shauld have control over try and treat children like little adults where it's convenient but we think just because they arent 18 they can't consent ? The brain doesn't stop developing till the ages between 21 and 25. So what's so special about the number 18. It's just a number we use as to label a teenager that has been able to procreate for about 5 years now as an adult. Again so many American wamen are single irresponsibly slecping around acting like they can do it all by themselves until they get into their 30's realizing fantasy of women is a rape fantasy. "Other research suggests women wha have forced sex fantasies have nature and universal design. Rape a more positive attitude towards hannane and it'e a diecuiotinn unlitile This was on a post about the epstien case

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My towns Xmas parade being scheduled for the daytime instead of the night was the final straw for her.: Paula Rose esterday at 1:48 AM Cape Breton Rant Room pensreton is gone crazy ,first they take God pray out of school then loosing drs left and right ,then ,School trips , our hospitals taking our Schools now our Christmas little I slandwe once were so proud of, damn you all to Parade, Shame on this hell, why not take Christmas birthdays Easter and etc away ,Accidents happen everyday ,God bless everyone , but why should our children suffer, they suffer enough if your poor ,can't join sports theirs people getting murdered ,these evils bastards are getting off with it, people going missing but no one cares ,people starving but do our government care no they bring more into our country , I believe God made us all equal but help your own first ,this all goes on while the ones making these decisions set I big fancy restaurant too poor to travel while on vacation with tax payers money eating and drinking well shame on you all, Remember God sees all and you will be judged and Damned one day , Remember This beautiful island everyone thinks they own , It's only loaned to us for a shot time by God ,Greed is an awe full thing steak shame ,shame ,shame how do these people sleep at night, I say just fine , They Got the devil side dirty bastards!!!! I could go on but I am too damn | on their sick why because we don't have drs, only hunger money bastards!!!! 197 Comments 75 My towns Xmas parade being scheduled for the daytime instead of the night was the final straw for her.
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zeshuetoral: theconcealedweapon: lebritanyarmor: aminnablack: mydeardetective: college-canine: ibetyoushebangslikeafairyonacid: If you don’t feel any need to reblog this unfollow me. Seriously what the fuck you spent money on those donate to a homeless shelter instead you fucking demons This is more common than you may think. Many urban areas that have high homeless populations are using “defensive architecture” more and more. Sloped and divided benches to keep the homeless from sleeping on them. Spikes placed in sheltered areas where they tend to stay. City planners argue they are only trying to relocate the homeless, pushing them to see out shelters and homeless centers. But that rings hollow. They just want them out of sight. I don’t have a simple, easy solution. But this isn’t it. Making things harder for the homeless does not help them. All these corporations have so much money to spend it on putting spikes on places where homeless people sleep yet absolutely NOTHING goes to those who are homeless. This country really doesn’t give a fuck about the well being of homeless people at all this is heartbreaking fr . They complain about spending money to help poor people. But they’ll gladly spend money to hurt poor people. It all comes back to the flawed notion (at least in the US) that poverty is somehow directly linked to morality therefore poor people must inherently be immoral. : WHAT KIND OF SOCIETY DO WE LIVE IN WHERE HOMELESSNESS IS SOLVED WITH SPIKES от IKES zeshuetoral: theconcealedweapon: lebritanyarmor: aminnablack: mydeardetective: college-canine: ibetyoushebangslikeafairyonacid: If you don’t feel any need to reblog this unfollow me. Seriously what the fuck you spent money on those donate to a homeless shelter instead you fucking demons This is more common than you may think. Many urban areas that have high homeless populations are using “defensive architecture” more and more. Sloped and divided benches to keep the homeless from sleeping on them. Spikes placed in sheltered areas where they tend to stay. City planners argue they are only trying to relocate the homeless, pushing them to see out shelters and homeless centers. But that rings hollow. They just want them out of sight. I don’t have a simple, easy solution. But this isn’t it. Making things harder for the homeless does not help them. All these corporations have so much money to spend it on putting spikes on places where homeless people sleep yet absolutely NOTHING goes to those who are homeless. This country really doesn’t give a fuck about the well being of homeless people at all this is heartbreaking fr . They complain about spending money to help poor people. But they’ll gladly spend money to hurt poor people. It all comes back to the flawed notion (at least in the US) that poverty is somehow directly linked to morality therefore poor people must inherently be immoral.
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feniczoroark: feniczoroark: aminnablack: mydeardetective: college-canine: ibetyoushebangslikeafairyonacid: If you don’t feel any need to reblog this unfollow me. Seriously what the fuck you spent money on those donate to a homeless shelter instead you fucking demons This is more common than you may think. Many urban areas that have high homeless populations are using “defensive architecture” more and more. Sloped and divided benches to keep the homeless from sleeping on them. Spikes placed in sheltered areas where they tend to stay. City planners argue they are only trying to relocate the homeless, pushing them to see out shelters and homeless centers. But that rings hollow. They just want them out of sight. I don’t have a simple, easy solution. But this isn’t it. Making things harder for the homeless does not help them. All these corporations have so much money to spend it on putting spikes on places where homeless people sleep yet absolutely NOTHING goes to those who are homeless. This country really doesn’t give a fuck about the well being of homeless people at all REMINDER: It is actually cheaper to give them houses then to do nothing, and yet governments do that “They should earn it”They can’t, to have a job you need a bank account, to have a bank account you need a fixed address.: WHAT KIND OF SOCIETY DO WE LIVE IN WHERE HOMELESSNESS IS SOLVED WITH SPIKES от IKES feniczoroark: feniczoroark: aminnablack: mydeardetective: college-canine: ibetyoushebangslikeafairyonacid: If you don’t feel any need to reblog this unfollow me. Seriously what the fuck you spent money on those donate to a homeless shelter instead you fucking demons This is more common than you may think. Many urban areas that have high homeless populations are using “defensive architecture” more and more. Sloped and divided benches to keep the homeless from sleeping on them. Spikes placed in sheltered areas where they tend to stay. City planners argue they are only trying to relocate the homeless, pushing them to see out shelters and homeless centers. But that rings hollow. They just want them out of sight. I don’t have a simple, easy solution. But this isn’t it. Making things harder for the homeless does not help them. All these corporations have so much money to spend it on putting spikes on places where homeless people sleep yet absolutely NOTHING goes to those who are homeless. This country really doesn’t give a fuck about the well being of homeless people at all REMINDER: It is actually cheaper to give them houses then to do nothing, and yet governments do that “They should earn it”They can’t, to have a job you need a bank account, to have a bank account you need a fixed address.
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Not sure if this page is intentionally not loading or is broken..: + http://ovia-odmmb.blogspot.comX ovia-odmmb.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default Other bookmarks she&S9y0 Rheadea all dayaltbr 7gt,Along wITh the acorns that got in the way, ait Dr 7t,Not to mention the droppings OT an ola bluejay&It,br 7agtyAnd wevery well Rnew there&s9;0 De you-Khow-what to payaitybr 7agt,Ir we dTanas9y mess<br />Concocted by that dear old hag in a dress<br /> And to this day I have to confess<br />The dread in my head for bread is no less!<br />: -)<br /><br /> gathered waters, tall pines,<br />Millions of green needles glittering, <br />Murmuring along swiftly the stream,<br />0tterss dip and dive and glisten<br />They know the river<br />Without knowing they know...<br /><br /> eat that grImy muckEa up <br /> Before the gt;At that Grand Site,< br /&gt:o /> < br />0ld Jim wuz gazing with a<br /> Faraway look in his eye<br /> At them pictures one day and<br />His lifelong mate Jane asked,< br />"It you were going to live there< br up hig br />c .0ld Jim with br <br -) <br /><br /> But let none of you twin ied.&lt:br tthat gt;If yonds on&lt:h /8et If I had ly bird for a donk ,&1t; br />And if you lived up above woul dowe 281+ br/&st Rqut:iel1 / > wonderful passage from Erasmus <br /> Farther down on the 1lpage is something that &lt ; br />gives me a little chance to play around with it a bit<br /> hind /><br /><br /> Hhahaaha.. expect from me that<br />after the manner of perfectly normal people, <br /> I should go about to define what I am, < br />much less use any practicality; for I hold it<br />equally unlucky to circumscribe her whose <br />prowess is universal, or make the <br />least division of comparison between<br />magazine models and peanut farmers that <br />worship about which everything<br />is so generally agreed.<br />Or to what purpose, think you,<br />should I describe myself when<br />I am here present before you,<br />and you behold me speaking?<br />For I am, as you see, that true nut, <br />whom the Groups call NickNames,<br />and in plain English, <br />what you might call "tetched in the head." <br /> However, what need was there to have said so much,<br />as if my very words are not sufficient to inform you who I am? <br />Or as if anyone, mistaking me for not a nut, could not at first <br />sight of my blather convince himself by my very words the< br />true index of my mind? <br />I am not counterfeit,<br />I do not carry one thing in my words and an other in my breast.< br />No, I am in every respect so like my self <br /> (NUTZ!)&1t;br />that neither can they <br />Deny nor Affirm&lt ; br /> But like a little worm< br />They'11 wiggle out<br />Casting shadows of doubt< br /> Neither with nor without&lt ; br /> Their Slivery Silver<br /> NutCrackers!<br /> hahhaaaa /> Sweet, sour, ebb, and flow<br />The eyes of the Artist see is and was< br />They never, ever sleep< br />For the Eyes of the Artist have their root<br />In the land of the faceless deep.< br />-//\\-<br /><br /> /> Turbulence! < br />Arms and hands flailing around a< br />Sputtering spitting mouth<br />Eeee...uuuuu...!<br />There's a Spider in the Sky!!!<br /> :-)<br /><br /> /> <br />The moon's over Miami they say, < br />Pulling and tugging the tide< br /> They say the moon makes madness< br />(They say we can& # 39 ;t hide.)<br />(from the moon)< br /><br />But little do they know that Miami<br />Is only a village on the beach< br />And the moon riding high over Miami< br />Is way, way out of our reach<br /><br />So git outta here man, with your premises, <br /> Unless you're the man in />Go give your grilled cheese sandwiches< br />To a lake-woe-be-gone loon.<br />-//\\ :-)<br /><br />__ )<br /><br /> - -< br /> < br /> Dark and light<br />Day and night&lt ; br /> Spectrums, shadows, and show.< br / >Inside and outside< br /> Humility and pride<br <br />< br /><br /><br />Early morning walk so blissful <br /> Until face and head and hair<br />Caught up all of a sudden in an<br />Unseen night-spider-web< br _<br /> < br the moon,<br _<br /> <br />So here we are<br />on the path<br /> traveling along<br tly on 2. 11.always be< br R Y change is wh o mome lt:be gt;Moving on.<br />... r/ag,hen one day we wake up /S That mind&lt.be /atTh That here is when <br /&gt t:b h /Rat man with a guitar on his knee<br />Singing a song of the fate< br />Of little children, for no reason we can see< br />Who are born then suffer and die< br />And that poor man with guitar in hand< br />Can only do nothing but cry.<br /><br /><br /><br />Taking refuge not in things< br /> Like cars and clothes and homes<br />But finding where there&#39 ;s peace of mind<br />within ourselves alone<br />Taking refuge then in peace<br />Within that silent sound<br />From that place within<br />Peace flows out around< br /><br /><br /> Up in the barn loft<br through a knothole&lt ; br /88hildhood home< br meadows & lt ; br /> <br /> In the ebb At fields Peeking o and flow&1+ 8t yard< br />With a e on the front walk<br />And another gate out back<br />But neither gate had a gate on it<br />: -) <br /><br /> in a gentle dream<br />with sweet illusionss floating<br /> light and shadows form<br /> /> The whip-poor-will in summer.<br />All year long fluttering along on<br /> the wings of the little grey dove.<br />Begin with snow<br />or begin with red maple leaves<br />or plum blossoms&lt ; br />or once again back to the <br /> red, red rose of summer...<br />-//\\-<br /><br />The ship we sailed<br /> Has long since gone<br />No Trace Remains< br /> We stand alone<br /> Upon this isle<br />of dusty clay<br />Where we wil1 stand<br /> For just a day.< br />< br />< br />Don't know the ancient words &lt ; br /> Nor how to use them in text<br />Don't know what is revealed< br /> Nor what is coming next.<br />< br /> But as for this right now<br /> Smelling some thing cooking<br /> Raising eyes up to the sky<br /> Looking, looking, always looking.<br /><br />Thinking thoughts pour in and out &lt ; br />As ancient texts reveal<br />0f all that's written on the wind<br />It is the now everything I've felt for sure's<br />been felt so many times<br />that it's no wonder every little breeze<br />blows a rhyme that rhymes!<br /><br />< br />What wonderful daydreams! /><br />A sandcastle would be perfect<br />bare feet to walk around<br />a little while to tarry there< br />then mosey on back to town<br />rummage up and down the back streets<br > then out to the boulevard< br />watch the pounding of chestnuts<br />in somebody's back yard<br />After that it's off to the forest< br />where rivers run swift and cold<br />mossy green coolness in the shadows<br />birdwings flashing gold<br />No there is no castle on the earth<br />can ever hope to compare< br />with the way we constantly build:<br />Our castles in the air.< br /> :) -s<br /> walls<br />wearing multicolored boots<br /> and coveralls<br />he painted parts and ships<br /> and water towers<br />his pay was average,<br /> reckoned by the hours<br />lightheaded from fumes&lt ; br /> rising from the bucket,<br />he recited limericks<br /> about girls from nantucket<br /> And although playful <br />and famous for flirting<br />he never was one <br />for outside skirting<br />while wielding brushes<br /> and painting the world<br />reams of writing<br /> from his brain unfurled< br />steady streams <br /> from his fingers flowe d < br />out o'er the internet< br /> his seeds were sowed<br />He posted poems<br /> and got to work< br /> and cot ART made< br playTul /&gt bots<br />The deep blue sea is swept up on shore<br />Up to the top of the hill<br />Mary and Maggie and Billy and Bo<br />All paid the piper with swill<br />Then landed on Mars, in the dusty red dirt< br />They picked up a crumpled candy wrap<br />By gosh, by golly, by gee,<br />They drew on the back a great big map< br />On an outer, outer crater life lay asleep< br />Waiting to be kissed alive< br />So they CPR'd the whole motley lot<br />'Til they got & #39; em in overdrive.<br /> The Conditions now Optimum <br />They made a little art,<br />snapping all over the place<br /> Skipping and hopping <br /> /> nor iur beact&lt: br/&gt:< br nd the ..R1thr &gt 1ike the ideaof me of : Protertively defined by 1ive but do not dwel1&lt gt;<b reminds gat -s<br /><br /><br />One last red rose in October&1t;br />Then lo and behold! <br />0ne pink rose in November...<br />One white rose for winter?< br />...<br /> Flowers in spring,<br know and feel.<br />-//\\-< br />< br />< br />my own experiences,< br />I wouldn't be afraid to bet< br />have been experienced by other< br /> people I haven&#39 ;t even met< br />and Ah....to be sure:< br <br />< br />This lowly painter, <br /> he painted /&gt ;wond > essays pleasing&. &ltibr 7>paintings ter by trade&lt ; br nd such&lt:br /&gt: 11ke the n<br /&g arth1t is dido&#39:t have much&ltb gt; This dynaT!!!)&lt:he /&st &1t:br pu <br />< br />< br />The conditions today are Optimal for < br />finding the art in the knots<br />Untangled, unsnarled, they fall into place< br />Out on the moor with the< br /> barbed-wire (gravity free!)<br /> They left not a track< br Sailing the seven seas<br />Coming and going, hither and yon<br /> Riding high on blue-green waves<br />Cutting _<br When the trace.< br /> )&1t;br /> <br /> _<br /><br /><br /> through flotsam and jetsam<br />Aye! Set your Ship in motion,<br />stand tall at the till<br />Sail into Ports of sentient beings<br />with that precious cargo:<br />Good Will!<br /> /><br />As I imagine spontaneously<br />Ought my imagining be obligatory,<br />Or automatically a mechanical<br /> Reciprocity<br /&gt whip-poor-will <br /> as all shall abstain from any public<br />opinion intended to limit imaginary imaginings,<br />they are hitherto known as DirtClod. <br />Or Justa Biggo Chunkadawg.<br />: -) /> /> invention of thimbles.<br /><br />So.&lt ; br />< br />Let green grass grow<br />Let milk cows low<br />Out in the barnyard late< br />Unseen, Unheard<br /> Back and Forth< br />Through an invisible gateless gate.< br />-s<br /><br />_ gator.<br />Then in a lake far away<br />we'11 take our last repose<br/>when some hard wind <br />comes blowing in<br /> Ain't that the way it goes.<br /><br /><br />Suns and moons together shining<br />Sending our senses wining and dining<br />Upon the nectar of Are not<br /> one we'd like to be<br /> but alas! silence is dearth< br /> Bouncing off the walls<br /> However, <br />Imagining individuals burdened economically<br />by off-the-wall indulgences and activitiea that<br /> insofar Or off the man-in-the-moon< br /> But No. Not Likely! < br /> calls on a Crosby to croon,<br /> s<br /><br though old and gray<br /> <br />another beginner's verse<br />but first to repeat. <br />so true.< br /><br /> a beginner now<br /> a beginner i'11 be<br on my last day<br /><br /> So though it&#39 ;s true as Cold Mountain said,< br /> " the shadow of a single tumbleweed trembles, " < br />It would be much more painful to sew my stitches,< br />Were it not for the - -< br />< br /> Twigs, Eggs, and Boggy Bayous:<br /><br />Once a bud, now a twig< br />what will we be later<br />a full grown tree we will be<br />and Dino will be a Sugar, Sand, Snow<br /&gt that& #39; s the what could be< br />If our imaginings were what we see.< br /> For what we think is what we see.<br /> And hot.<br /> ... s<br / ><br /><br /><br /> silent one< br /> All at once it's cold<br /> <br /> yeah, we'd like to be free<br />of a tongue that's loose< br />wagging from both ends< br /> boring everyone to death,< br />family and friends...< br /> Where only ideas are what will be<br /> and over our lips&lt:he oices ring out over all the earth< br />thunder and lightening< br />rain and snow<br />voices pouring<br />wherever we go<br /> re noise&i t br /> upon <br /> &lt ; hgt;But neveihe sun hides&lt:hr gt;Silence itself I came upon enchanted woods&lt ; br /&gt Behind winter&#39 ;s cold and drips& noise and floo r&1 > our ear8lt:br />Filling the spaces in betw wetness< br /> little people sleep<br /> A sight Sound and Silence hear and see: <br /&g n&1t:h Let's build a hearth fire<br /> <br /> This morning while tramping&lt ; br /> Imaginary violets peeked out< br /> My imaginary snow three feet deep<br /> Where they say some down through misty mist< br />' ...<br &1t br /&et:&lt:br /&at &1t br &st:zen navigation:&lt hr 1&st nut un the sails sit back&lt br /&at feel the chonv waters cockins the boat&lt hr /&st:see the flock of white birds skirtins clouds in the skv&lt br /&st hear. 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takingbackourculture: squeezemetillipop: stay-human: I keep seeing this picture and people being oh so impressed by it acting like Dubai’s Sheikhs are miracle workers or some shit. And all that skyline does is make me want to throw up. Do you understand how all of this was built? …and then there is the foreign underclass who built the city, and are trapped here. They are hidden in plain view. You see them everywhere, in dirt-caked blue uniforms, being shouted at by their superiors, like a chain gang – but you are trained not to look. It is like a mantra: the Sheikh built the city. The Sheikh built the city. Workers? What workers? Sahinal Monir, a slim 24-year-old from the deltas of Bangladesh. “To get you here, they tell you Dubai is heaven. Then you get here and realise it is hell,” he says. Four years ago, an employment agent arrived in Sahinal’s village in Southern Bangladesh. He told the men of the village that there was a place where they could earn 40,000 takka a month (£400) just for working nine-to-five on construction projects. It was a place where they would be given great accommodation, great food, and treated well. All they had to do was pay an up-front fee of 220,000 takka (£2,300) for the work visa – a fee they’d pay off in the first six months, easy. So Sahinal sold his family land, and took out a loan from the local lender, to head to this paradise. As soon as he arrived at Dubai airport, his passport was taken from him by his construction company. He has not seen it since. He was told brusquely that from now on he would be working 14-hour days in the desert heat – where western tourists are advised not to stay outside for even five minutes in summer, when it hits 55 degrees – for 500 dirhams a month (£90), less than a quarter of the wage he was promised. If you don’t like it, the company told him, go home. “But how can I go home? You have my passport, and I have no money for the ticket,” he said. “Well, then you’d better get to work,” they replied. He shows me his room. It is a tiny, poky, concrete cell with triple-decker bunk-beds, where he lives with 11 other men. All his belongings are piled onto his bunk: three shirts, a spare pair of trousers, and a cellphone. The room stinks, because the lavatories in the corner of the camp – holes in the ground – are backed up with excrement and clouds of black flies. There is no air conditioning or fans, so the heat is “unbearable. You cannot sleep. All you do is sweat and scratch all night.” At the height of summer, people sleep on the floor, on the roof, anywhere where they can pray for a moment of breeze.  “There’s a huge number of suicides in the camps and on the construction sites, but they’re not reported. They’re described as ‘accidents’.” Even then, their families aren’t free: they simply inherit the debts. A Human Rights Watch study found there is a “cover-up of the true extent” of deaths from heat exhaustion, overwork and suicide, but the Indian consulate registered 971 deaths of their nationals in 2005 alone. After this figure was leaked, the consulates were told to stop counting. The enslavement of African and South Asian Migrants is still ongoing in Dubai.  In the UAE, Bahrain, Qatar, Kuwait, Saudi, etc. They all do it, and it’s just modern day slavery. : Duba 99 Dubai 2013 takingbackourculture: squeezemetillipop: stay-human: I keep seeing this picture and people being oh so impressed by it acting like Dubai’s Sheikhs are miracle workers or some shit. And all that skyline does is make me want to throw up. Do you understand how all of this was built? …and then there is the foreign underclass who built the city, and are trapped here. They are hidden in plain view. You see them everywhere, in dirt-caked blue uniforms, being shouted at by their superiors, like a chain gang – but you are trained not to look. It is like a mantra: the Sheikh built the city. The Sheikh built the city. Workers? What workers? Sahinal Monir, a slim 24-year-old from the deltas of Bangladesh. “To get you here, they tell you Dubai is heaven. Then you get here and realise it is hell,” he says. Four years ago, an employment agent arrived in Sahinal’s village in Southern Bangladesh. He told the men of the village that there was a place where they could earn 40,000 takka a month (£400) just for working nine-to-five on construction projects. It was a place where they would be given great accommodation, great food, and treated well. All they had to do was pay an up-front fee of 220,000 takka (£2,300) for the work visa – a fee they’d pay off in the first six months, easy. So Sahinal sold his family land, and took out a loan from the local lender, to head to this paradise. As soon as he arrived at Dubai airport, his passport was taken from him by his construction company. He has not seen it since. He was told brusquely that from now on he would be working 14-hour days in the desert heat – where western tourists are advised not to stay outside for even five minutes in summer, when it hits 55 degrees – for 500 dirhams a month (£90), less than a quarter of the wage he was promised. If you don’t like it, the company told him, go home. “But how can I go home? You have my passport, and I have no money for the ticket,” he said. “Well, then you’d better get to work,” they replied. He shows me his room. It is a tiny, poky, concrete cell with triple-decker bunk-beds, where he lives with 11 other men. All his belongings are piled onto his bunk: three shirts, a spare pair of trousers, and a cellphone. The room stinks, because the lavatories in the corner of the camp – holes in the ground – are backed up with excrement and clouds of black flies. There is no air conditioning or fans, so the heat is “unbearable. You cannot sleep. All you do is sweat and scratch all night.” At the height of summer, people sleep on the floor, on the roof, anywhere where they can pray for a moment of breeze.  “There’s a huge number of suicides in the camps and on the construction sites, but they’re not reported. They’re described as ‘accidents’.” Even then, their families aren’t free: they simply inherit the debts. A Human Rights Watch study found there is a “cover-up of the true extent” of deaths from heat exhaustion, overwork and suicide, but the Indian consulate registered 971 deaths of their nationals in 2005 alone. After this figure was leaked, the consulates were told to stop counting. The enslavement of African and South Asian Migrants is still ongoing in Dubai.  In the UAE, Bahrain, Qatar, Kuwait, Saudi, etc. They all do it, and it’s just modern day slavery.
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