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...sharing a random thought daily since 2007!
Maracas, in my hands, become the heartbeat of a revolution, each shake a defiance against the silence that seeks to stifle our rhythm.
With the sun dipping low on the horizon, I stood resolute, a flanker poised to outmaneuver the shadows that danced on the battlefield of my imagination.
I was going to share a time travel joke, but none of you laughed at it so I won't bother.
Ownership feels like a melody that resonates deep within, where every note is a reflection of my journey and the dreams I've chased.
I'm right 97% of the time. Who cares about the other 4% anyway?!
Buying a pair of cycling shorts online, the description of some included "Double and triple needle stitching in all the right areas ensure bombproof construction". BOMB proof. Hmm.
In a world where the living dead roam, I find myself more alive than ever, dancing on the edge of fear and fascination, unraveling the mysteries of mortality with each heartbeat.
The vibrant chaos of the carnival envelops me, igniting a sense of wonder and nostalgia that dances through my very soul.
The stage beckons like an old friend, inviting me into a world where every whispered line and lingering glance holds the power to transport both actor and audience into realms of exquisite possibility.
I once tried to explain to a friend why I needed to exercise my limbs, and by the end, he thought I was trying to get him to join a circus.
Sill is my secret weapon; it’s that playful spirit that keeps life vibrant and full of surprises. Embracing silliness allows me to connect with others on a deeper level, reminding us all to find joy in the little moments.
Identification feels like a kaleidoscope of colors reflecting all the different pieces of who I am, constantly shifting and evolving with every beat of my heart.
In the tapestry of faiths woven together, I find a melody that transcends the discord of division, a harmony that beckons us all to dance in the light of unity.
Segmenting my thoughts is like sorting through a dazzling wardrobe, each piece ready to dazzle in its own unique way!
Basis is the foundation upon which we build our understanding of the world, a quiet yet powerful force that shapes our thoughts and actions.
The rusting relic of a junker sits like a forgotten memory in the field, its weathered frame whispering stories of the past beneath the weight of time.
The diaphragm is like that friend who keeps trying to hold everything together while the rest of your body is off making questionable decisions. It’s the unsung hero of breathing, quietly doing its job while I’m over here hyperventilating about my to-do list. Honestly, if my diaphragm had a voice, it would probably just roll its eyes and say, "Really? Again with the panic?"
The systemic inequalities embedded in our reservation policies demand not just acknowledgment, but a vigorous re-examination to ensure justice and equity for all marginalized communities.
In the tapestry of my heart, each patchwork quilt tells a story of love, longing, and the warmth of every moment stitched together.
Fender has been my constant companion through the chaos of life, each strum a reminder that music can be both a refuge and a raw expression of the soul.
Wounds are like uninvited guests that just won't leave, and I relish the mess they make in my otherwise perfectly grumpy life.
Oncology is like a comedy club where the punchlines are all about survival and resilience. Every day, I see patients who are tougher than any heckler I've faced, proving that laughter really is the best medicine. If laughter can lighten the weight of a diagnosis, then I'm ready to be the headliner in their healing journey.
With the rhythm of the night coursing through my veins, I feel the patroller's watchful gaze, a sentinel in the shadows, guiding me through the dance of life.
Mentorship is a chaotic dance of splattered paint and raw emotion, where every drip and splash reveals the colors of growth and discovery.
Hake’s a real catch, and when it hits the plate, it’s like a one-two punch that leaves you wanting more.
There's something undeniably thrilling about transforming a simple gift into a beautifully wrapped surprise, each fold and ribbon a testament to the thought and care behind it.
The interconnected web of life thrives on the delicate balance of nature, reminding us that every plant and creature plays a vital role in the grand tapestry of our ecosystem.
Manatees glide through the water with a grace that makes me rethink the hustle of everyday life, reminding me to embrace a slower, more tranquil pace.
Symptoms are the battle flags of our body's silent war, signaling the need for both vigilance and decisive action.
Steak on my plate sings a symphony of sizzle and flavor, a delicious duet that dances on my taste buds like a Broadway tune.
The armchair, with its worn fabric and inviting embrace, has become my sanctuary, where the world outside fades and the stories within come alive.
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