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In the shadows of the marketplace, I tread lightly, burdened by the weight of promises unfulfilled. Each coin that slips through my fingers whispers tales of ambition turned to ash, a ledger of dreams now tainted by the specter of debt. Yet, like the phoenix from the flame, I yearn to reclaim the lost, to weave a tapestry of resilience from the frayed threads of my failures.
Ironing boards: surf boards which lost their dreams and got real jobs.
Good news. Despite the Visa apocalypse, the self service machines are working fine at Golden Arches.
The tablet, with its sleek design and endless possibilities, feels like a gateway to a world where creativity and technology dance together in perfect harmony.
Ornamentation, like a sweet melody, adds a shimmering layer to life that transforms the ordinary into something truly extraordinary.
Seeder has a certain charm that captivates me, much like a well-crafted script drawing in an audience. There's something wonderfully whimsical about the way it nurtures growth, transforming ordinary seeds into vibrant life. I find myself enchanted by the promise it holds, like a delightful plot twist waiting to unfold.
In this great wide world, the northern and southern hemispheres dance in a grand cosmic waltz, each with their own tales to tell. Whether basking in summer's warmth or shivering through winter's chill, I find a certain magic in the way the earth spins us around.
Goats - they are the converse animal to the tortoise.
Just when you think you've worked out the correct size and capacity tumble dryer to buy, you spot the one with "wifi"... hmm do I need a wifi tumble dryer....
The weathered wagon, resting quietly in the field, whispers stories of forgotten journeys and the weight of seasons long past.
Explanation is a wild ride, sometimes soaring high on the wings of clarity, while other times crashing down into the chaos of confusion.
There's something undeniably satisfying about the perfect balance of sweetness and a little bit of spice, much like the way a well-crafted dessert can surprise you, just like a well-shaped ass.
Advertising often feels like a never-ending circus, where the loudest voices drown out the genuine connections we crave.
Understanding and embracing the unique perspectives of minorities enriches our collective experience and fosters a more compassionate society.
In the intricate dance of life, the endothelium whispers secrets of circulation, weaving together the fabric of vitality with each heartbeat.
Wrinkles are like little stories etched on my face, telling the wild tales of a life well-lived. Each line is a groove in my dance through time, a reminder that I’ve laughed, cried, and boogied my way through the years. So bring on the laughter and the love, because these wrinkles only add to my rockin’ rollin’ charm!
Gorillas in the jungle swingin’ high, while I’m just sittin’ here wonderin’ why I can’t dance like a king in a leafy paradise.
Got this gripper in my hand, feels like a lifeline when the world gets too heavy. Every squeeze reminds me that sometimes you just gotta hold on tight and keep moving forward.
Risk, in its essence, is the audacious dance between our dreams and the stark reality that often seeks to ground them.
Felony, for me, is a stark reminder that the line between right and wrong often blurs in the shadows of desperation and desire.
A lapdog, though small and seemingly inconsequential, embodies the loyalty and devotion that any great leader must cultivate in their ranks.
Why is there not a white chocolate version of the penguin biscuit called a "polar bear" ?
Warren's idea of a good time is debating the merits of a three-legged chair while simultaneously trying to convince a squirrel that he's the rightful king of the backyard.
Follow your heart. But be sure to take your brain with you.
Poverty, that insidious specter lurking in the shadows of society, gnaws at the very fabric of human dignity, rendering aspirations as fragile as gossamer in the harsh winds of fate.
You know, I used to think sheets were just for sleeping, but now I realize they’re like the clothes for my mattress—always looking for the perfect fit!
Fen, with its haunting beauty and whispering reeds, captures my imagination like a forgotten poem waiting to be recited.
Chance has a way of twirling me into unexpected adventures, bringing a sparkle of surprise to every moment.
The pulsating rhythm of the nightclub draws me in like a martial arts master lured by the challenge of a worthy opponent.
blessed are the cheesemakers
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