#LD Lang

[cleoenfaserum]

LLORANDO (en Mulholland Drive) con Roy Orbison Crying. (1333)

link https://youtu.be/vI8c3eSIkQY Rebekah del Rio

link https://youtu.be/cQrgeeS_qbo

Roy Orbison's music carries a profound depth of emotion, often resonating with themes of love, loss, and longing. His personal tragedies, including the airplane crash that claimed the lives of his wife and two of his children, deeply influenced his work.

"Crying" is one of Orbison's most poignant songs, capturing the heartache and vulnerability that many listeners find so moving. The way he pours his emotions into his vocals creates a powerful connection with his audience. (AI Copilot)

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La música de Roy Orbison es profundamente emotiva, y a menudo resuena con temas de amor, pérdida y añoranza. Sus tragedias personales, incluido el accidente de avión que se cobró la vida de su esposa y dos de sus hijos, influyeron profundamente en su obra. «Crying» es una de las canciones más conmovedoras de Orbison, y capta el dolor y la vulnerabilidad que tanto conmueven a muchos oyentes. La forma en que vuelca sus emociones en su voz crea una poderosa conexión con su público.

link https://youtu.be/QgGLC3JLTuY

link https://youtu.be/kri4VH_Mdd4

link https://youtu.be/h2XnBsLP9lE

"I've Told Every Little Star" was originally written by Jerome Kern and Oscar Hammerstein II. In the film, the actress who performs the song as Camilla Rhodes is Melissa George. However, the voice you hear singing is that of Linda Scott, whose 1961 rendition of the song was used for this scene.

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«I've Told Every Little Star» fue escrita originalmente por Jerome Kern y Oscar Hammerstein II. En la película, la actriz que interpreta la canción como Camilla Rhodes es Melissa George. Sin embargo, la voz que se oye cantar es la de Linda Scott, cuya interpretación de la canción en 1961 se utilizó para esta escena.

[queers-of-marybelltownship]

well he collapsed with stevens-johnson syndrome on the er floor panic attacked anaphylactic and ataxic and the way he spun his butterfly risked all six his phalanges roman candles at both ends in his synapsis and the method with which he recycled his humours trojan horsed his blood brain barrier and raised the ld-50 yes yes and through fight or flight revelation shame the blackbox warrior he skipped this town and headed straight down history shields himself from reason in a kevlar baby blue tuxedo quilted from the finest fibers flesh and fiberglass and flowers ego a mosquito evil incarnate good incognito pops placebos for libido screaming bless the torpedoes for what for what for what its worth if it was gonna kill you boy it would have by now for what for what for what its worth theres no more looking back its looking up or looking down well he was wearing stolen rubber shoes and wrapped a poison ivy noose around his lotus jugular when they came and they found him with a map to every victim of his love and a tattoo of a blue jay on his face and they waited for his vital signs to lie and let a flatline cry a hymn out in hungarian harmonic and he cocked his noggin through his stoma sang for aul lang syn happy birthday to the succulents ill die your hydroponics his ribcage was a hornets nest palpitations set the beat his vagus nerve a turks head knot an axel hitch a carrick bend he wondered if christ consciousness would charge a cancellation fee auf whiedersehn au revoir he gripped his wits right by their ends for what for what its worth if it was gonna kill you boy it would have by now for what for what for what its worth theres no more looking back its looking up or looking down hello welcome why dont you take a seat get comfortable relax take a second if you need to now what's bothering you well why dont we start at the beginning growing up how was your relationship with the fundamentals of conscious existence did you have xenon orchid sinews spilling down the outer center of your blooming escher/mandelbrot head and how about claustrophilic tendrils clapping caskets closed on seven-knuckle thumbs did you get along well with the gideon bugler pineal glands your projector eyes casting sci-fi's on your strd strands tell me about your nerve to steal nerves of steel from under bacchus bloody nose did namibian himbas tie-dye you your ears pierced with a phineas gage flagpole did you die before your day thursday traction tuesday titration my hope is to assess through my objective report of your subjective conjecture whether this proprietary bled of expertise and seasoning works as well as this transorbital ice pick holistic ballistics you got a better idea its about the best we could come up with what you think ideas spread because theyre good no they spread because people like them so now here we are once again holding as it were a mirror up to your mirror i guess its just something people do a bloody knife to split your infrastructure wine to rev your motor function coital machinations of the dead well you mainline your animus karate chop your abacus and learn to be an animal instead but I never did think you better than this your modus operandi causes nazi/skoptzyism and suicide why to thine own self be true when it is you who are the problem not the things you do but something sick inside lithium and dialectics boy you really is defective cbt dont seem effective for that cluster b accept it offer up your innocence please ignore the side effects youve lost your mind and almost lost your life before so youll be fine for what for what its worth if it was gonna kill you boy it would have by now for what for what for what its worth theres no more looking back so try to look forward now for what for what its worth if it was gonna kill you boy it would have by now for what for what for what its worth theres no more looking back its looking up or looking down

good morning :))

[lifeintheworldtocome]

WELL HE COLLAPSED WITH STEVENS-JOHNSON SYNDROME ON THE ER FLOOR PANIC ATTACKED ANAPHYLACTIC AND ATAXIC WELL THE WAY HE SPUN HIS BUTTERFLY RISKED ALL SIX HIS PHALANGES ROMAN CANDLES AT BOTH ENDS AT HIS SYNAPSIS AND THE MATTER WITH WHICH HE RECYCLED HIS HUMORS TROJAN HORSED HIS BLOOD-BRAIN BARRIER AND RAISED THE LD-50 YES YES AND THROUGH FIGHT OR FLIGHT REVELATIONS SHAME THE BLACKBOXWARRIOR HE SKIPPED THIS TOWN AND HEADED STRAIGHT DOWN HISTORY SHIELDS HIMSELF FROM REASON IN A KEVLAR BABY-BLUE TUXEDO QUILTED FROM THE FINEST FIBERS FLESH AND FIBERGLASS AND FLOWERS HIS EGO A MOSQUITO EVIL INCARNATE GOOD INCOGNITO POPS PLACEBOS FOR LIBIDOS SCREAMING BLESS THE TORPEDOS FOR WHAT? FOR WHAT? FOR WHAT ITS WORTH IF IT WAS GONNA KILL YOU BOY IT WOULD HAVE BY NOW FOR WHAT? FOR WHAT? FOR WHAT ITS WORTH THERES NO MORE LOOKING BACK ITS LOOKING UP OR LOOKING DOWN WELL HE WAS WEARING STOLEN RUBBER SHOES AND WRAPPED A POISON IVY NOOSE AROUND HIS LOTUS JUGULAR WHEN THEY CAME WELL THEY FOUND HIM WITH A MAP TO EVERY VICTIM OF HIS LOVE AND A TATTOO OF A BLUE JAY ON HIS FACE AND THEY WAITED FOR HIS VITAL SIGNS TO LIE AND LET A FLATLINE CRY A HYMN OUT IN HUNGARIAN HARMONIC BUT HE COCKED HIS NOGGIN THROUGH HIS STOMA SANG FOR AULD LANG SYNE HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE SUCCULENTS ILL DYE YOUR HYDROPONICS HIS RIBCAGE WAS A HORNETS NEST PALPITATIONS SET THE BEAT HIS VAGUS NERVES A TURKS HEAD KNOT AN AXEL HITCH A CARRICK BEND HE WONDERED IF CHRIST CONSCIOUSNESS WOULD CHARGE A CANCELLATION FEE AUF WIEDERSEHEN AU REVOIR HE GRIPPED HIS WITS RIGHT BY THEIR ENDS FOR WHAT? FOR WHAT? FOR WHAT ITS WORTH IF IT WAS GONNA KILL YOU BOY IT WOULD HAVE BY NOW FOR WHAT? FOR WHAT? FOR WHAT ITS WORTH THERES NO MORE LOOKING UP ITS LOOKING UP OR LOOKING DOWN hello welcome why dont you take a seat get comfortable relax take a second if you need to now whats bothering you well why dont we start at the beginning growing up how was your relationship with the fundamentals of conscious existence? did you have xenon orchid sinews spilling down the outer center of your blooming escher/mandelbrot head? and how about claustrophillic tendrils clapping caskets closed on seven-knuckle thumbs did you get along well with the gideon bugler pineal glands your projector eyes casting scifis on your strd strands? tell me about your nerve to steal nerves of steel from under bacchuses bloody nose did namibian himbas tiedye you your ears pierced with a phineas gage flagpole? did you die before your day? well thursday traction tuesday titration now my hope is to assess through my objective report of your subjective conjecture whether this proprietary blend of expertise and seasoning works as well as this transorbital ice pick holistic ballistics what you got a better idea? well its about the best we could come up with what you think ideas spread because theyre good? no they spread because people like them so now here we are once again holding as it were a mirror up to your mirror i guess its just something people do A BLOODY KNIFE TO SPLIT YOUR INFRASTRUCTURE WINE TO REV YOUR MOTOR FUNCTIONS COITAL MACHINATIONS OF THE DEAD WELL YOU MAINLINE YOUR ANIMUS KARATE CHOP YOUR ABACUS AND LEARN TO BE AN ANIMAL INSTEAD BUT I NEVER DID THINK YOU BETTER THAN THIS YOUR MODUS OPERANDI CAUSES NAZI/SKOPTZYISM AND SUICIDE WHY TO THINE OWN SELF BE TRUE WHEN IT IS YOU WHO ART THE PROBLEM NOT THE THINGS YOU DO BUT SOMETHING SICK INSIDE LITHIUM AND DIALECTICS BOY YOU REALLY IS DEFECTIVE CBT DONT SEEM EFFECTIVE FOR THE CLUSTER B ACCEPT IT OFFER UP YOUR INNOCENCE PLEASE IGNORE THE SIDE EFFECTS YOUVE LOST YOUR MIND AND ALMOST LOST YOUR LIFE BEFORE SO YOULL BE FINE FOR WHAT? FOR WHAT? FOR WHAT ITS WORTH IF IT WAS GONNA GET YOU BOY IT WOULD HAVE BY NOW FOR WHAT? FOR WHAT? FOR WHAT ITS WORTH THERES NO MORE LOOKING BACK AND WHY WOULD YOU WANT TO LOOK BACK I MEAN ITS NO GOOD LOOKING BACK SO TRY TO LOOK FORWARD NOW FOR WHAT FOR WHAT FOR WHAT ITS WORTH IF IT WAS GONNA KILL YOU BOY IT WOULD HAVE BY NOW FOR WHAT FOR WHAT FOR WHAT ITS WORTH THERES NO MORE LOOKING BACK ITS LOOKING UP OR LOOKING DOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWNNNNNNNNNNNN

[yashiro-arisugawa]

Yes I switched to jp only to have him call me Baby 😫💘

No but fr LDS be hitting diff with the jp man, it's great reading practise for me too

The Baby wasn't voiced when my text lang was eng so I switched to Jp and it worked ☺️

+ I just found out that text lang in jp has 100% voiced MC, methinks it's time to replay the story a 3rd time 😭

[tma-entity-song-poll]

Battle of the Fear Bands B2R4: The Corruption

BlackBoxWarrior:

“A song about a man struggling with his health (be it mental or physical). The song makes the treatment seem inhumane and just as terrifying as the initial problem. It’s almost like he’s getting sicker and sicker but just won’t die.”

Thermodynamic Lawyer:

““Disease is her primary language” - every line of this is filled with rot and disease and bugs and it’s 100% corruption.”

Lyrics below the line!

BlackBoxWarrior - OKULTRA:

Well he collapsed with Stevens-Johnson Syndrome on the E.R. floor Panic attacked, anaphylactic and ataxic The way he spun his butterfly risked all six his phalanges Roman candles at both ends in his synapses And the method with which he recycled his humors Trojan Horse'd his Blood-Brain Barrier and raised the LD-50, yes, yes And through flight-or-fight revelation shame the Black Box Warrior He skipped this town and headed straight down history Shields himself from reason in a Kevlar baby-blue Tuxedo Quilted from the finest fibers, flesh, and fiberglass, and flowers His ego a mosquito, evil incarnate good incognito Pops placebos for libido, screaming, "Bless the torpedoes"

For what? For what? For what it's worth If it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now For what? For what? For what it's worth There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down

Well, he was wearing stolen rubber shoes and wrapped a poison ivy noose Around his Lotus jugular when they came Well, they found him with a map to every victim of his love And a tattoo of a blue jay on his face And they waited for his vital signs to lie and let a flatline cry A hymn out in Hungarian Harmonic But he cocked his noggin, through his stoma sang, "For auld lang syne" "Happy birthday to the succulents, I'll die your hydroponics" His rib cage was a hornet's nest, palpitations set the beat His vagus nerve a turk's head knot, an axel hitch, a carrick bend He wondered if Christ Consciousness would charge a cancellation fee Auf wiedersehn, au revoir, he gripped his wits right by their ends

For what? For what? For what it's worth If it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now For what? For what? For what it's worth There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down

Hello, welcome, why don't you take a seat? Get comfortable, relax, take a second if you need to Now what's bothering you? Well, why don't we start at the beginning Growing up, how was your relationship with the fundamentals of conscious existence? Did you have xenon orchid sinews spilling down the outer center of your Blooming Escher/Mandelbrot head? And how about claustrophilic tendrils clapping caskets closed on seven-knuckle thumbs Did you get along well with the Gideon Bugler pineal glands? Your projector eyes casting sci-fi's on your STR'd strands? Tell me about your nerve to steal nerves of steel from under Bacchus' bloody nose Did Namibian Himbas tie-dye you, your ears pierced with a Phineas Gage flagpole Did you die before your day? Thursday traction, Tuesday titration My hope is to assess through my objective report of Your subjective conjecture Whether this proprietary bled of expertise and seasoning works as well as this Transorbital ice pick Holistic ballistics, you got a better idea? It's about the best we could come up with, what, you think ideas spread because they're good? No, they spread because people like them So now here we are once again, holding As it were, a mirror up to your mirror I guess it's just something people do

A bloody knife to split your infrastructure, wine to rev your motor function Coital machinations of the dead Well, you mainline your animus, karate chop your abacus And learn to be an animal instead But I never did think you better than this, your modus operandi causes Nazi/Skoptzyism and suicide Why to thine own self be true when it is you who are the problem Not the things you do but something sick inside Lithium and Dialectics, boy you really is defective CBT don't seem effective for that Cluster B, accept it Offer up your innocence, please ignore the side effects You've lost your mind and almost lost your life before So you'll be fine

For what? For what? For what it's worth If it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now For what? For what? For what it's worth There's no more looking back, and why would you want to look back? I mean, it's no good looking back, so try to look forward now For what? For what? For what it's worth If they were going to get you boy, they would have by now For what? For what? For what it's worth There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down…

Thermodynamic Lawyer Esq, G.F.D:

(I hold myself in contempt) Tearing the hair off a black baboon's skull Here's a bitch with some four-thousand names Vomiting lies through her theremin throat As some businessmen pick at her brains Pulls back skinny lips to reveal a proboscis Seems Seth Brindle's at it again Tears pages from spines as she judges the cover And shamelessly spoils the end Blood vessels drying and curling inside are Unfurling from out of her wrists Well, she wrings out a snake and collects all its poison Intending to learn it to hiss Foams at the mouth with a head full of acid And giving some poor illness the blame Knocking the pieces the fuck off the chessboard Insisting that she's won the game So all that I see absolute entropy As the chemical bonds fall apart Well, it seems she broke me But I swear she could not break my heart She could not break my heart, oh lord Makes up excuses for throbbing black bruises And uses them to her advantage Never came down from her last trip, oh Jesus Disease is her primary language Garbled and gruesome, her words so absurd Like a herd of transmissions from Apollo 13 No apology, I request misery So no rest 'til I've twisted her chest round my knee So squeal like a trolley wheel, cry like a baby With autism strapped to a ceiling fan Soil your visage with mucus and twisting of features unable to stand Buckle your knees looking up at me And beg me to spare thee the back of my hand For the sake of humanity, die of your blight We're blessed, you're barren as Mojave sands So all that I see absolute entropy As the chemical bonds fall apart Well, it seems she broke me But I swear she could not break my heart, whoa Now all that I see absolute entropy As the chemical bonds fall apart Well, it seems she broke me But I swear, she can go fucking die (kill yourself) You can go fucking die (kill yourself) Go fucking die (kill yourself) Kill yourself and go die

[fading-heart-dummy]

well he collapsed with Stevens-Johnson Syndrome on the ER floor!!

panic attacked, anaphylactic and ataxis

well the way he spun his butterfly risked all six his phalanges

Roman candles at both ends in his synapses!!

And the method with which he recycled his humors

Trojan horse'd his blood-brain barrier and raised the LD-50, yes, yes

And through his fight or flight revelation shame the Black Box Warrior, he skipped this town and headed straight down history!

Shields himself from reason in a Kevlar baby-blue Tuxedo

Quilted from the finest fibers, flesh, and fiberglass, and flowers

His ego a mosquito, evil incarnate good incognito

Pops placebos for libido, screaming, "Bless the torpedoes"

For what? For what? For what it's worth

If it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now

For what? For what? For what it's worth

There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down

Well, he was wearing stolen rubber shoes and wrapped a poison ivy noose

Around his Lotus jugular when they came

Well, they found him with a map to every victim of his love

And a tattoo of a blue jay on his face

And they waited for his vital signs to lie and let a flatline cry

A hymn out in Hungarian Harmonic

But he cocked his noggin, through his stoma sang, "For auld lang syne"

"Happy birthday to the succulents, I'll die your hydroponics"

His rib cage was a hornet's nest, palpitations set the beat

His vagus nerve a turk's head knot, an axel hitch, a carrick bend

He wondered if Christ Consciousness would charge a cancellation fee

Auf wiedersehn, au revoir, he gripped his wits right by their ends

For what? For what? For what it's worth

If it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now

For what? For what? For what it's worth

There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down

Hello, welcome, why don't you take a seat?

Get comfortable, relax, take a second if you need to

Now what's bothering you? Well, why don't we start at the beginning

Growing up, how was your relationship with the fundamentals of conscious existence?

Did you have xenon orchid sinews spilling down the outer center of your

Blooming Escher/Mandelbrot head?

And how about claustrophilic tendrils clapping caskets closed on seven-knuckle thumbs

Did you get along well with the Gideon Bugler pineal glands?

Your projector eyes casting sci-fi's on your STR'd strands?

Tell me about your nerve to steal nerves of steel from under Bacchus' bloody nose

Did Namibian Himbas tie-dye you, your ears pierced with a Phineas Gage flagpole

Did you die before your day?

Thursday traction, Tuesday titration

My hope is to assess through my objective report of

Your subjective conjecture

Whether this proprietary bled of expertise and seasoning works as well as this

Transorbital ice pick

Holistic ballistics, you got a better idea?

It's about the best we could come up with, what, you think ideas spread because they're good?

No, they spread because people like them

So now here we are once again, holding

As it were, a mirror up to your mirror

I guess it's just something people do

A bloody knife to split your infrastructure, wine to rev your motor function

Coital machinations of the dead

Well, you mainline your animus, karate chop your abacus

And learn to be an animal instead

But I never did think you better than this, your modus operandi causes

Nazi/Skoptzyism and suicide

Why to thine own self be true when it is you who are the problem

Not the things you do but something sick inside

Lithium and Dialectics, boy you really is defective

CBT don't seem effective for that Cluster B, accept it

Offer up your innocence, please ignore the side effects

You've lost your mind and almost lost your life before

So you'll be fine

For what? For what? For what it's worth

If it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now

For what? For what? For what it's worth

There's no more looking back, and why would you want to look back?

I mean, it's no good looking back, so try to look forward now

For what? For what? For what it's worth

If they were going to get you boy, they would have by now

For what? For what? For what it's worth

There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down !!!

(I'm so sorry)

I have been looking at this to see what the reference is but I'm not cultured enough to see what-

[friendball-irl]

Well he collapsed with Stevens-Johnson Syndrome on the E.R. floor Panic attacked, anaphylactic and ataxic The way he spun his butterfly risked all six his phalanges Roman candles at both ends in his synapses And the method with which he recycled his humors Trojan Horse'd his Blood-Brain Barrier and raised the LD-50, yes, yes And through flight-or-fight revelation shame the Black Box Warrior He skipped this town and headed straight down history Shields himself from reason in a Kevlar baby-blue Tuxedo Quilted from the finest fibers, flesh, and fiberglass, and flowers His ego a mosquito, evil incarnate good incognito Pops placebos for libido, screaming, "Bless the torpedoes"

For what? For what? For what it's worth If it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now For what? For what? For what it's worth There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down

Well, he was wearing stolen rubber shoes and wrapped a poison ivy noose Around his Lotus jugular when they came Well, they found him with a map to every victim of his love And a tattoo of a blue jay on his face And they waited for his vital signs to lie and let a flatline cry A hymn out in Hungarian Harmonic

But he cocked his noggin, through his stoma sang, "For auld lang syne" "Happy birthday to the succulents, I'll die your hydroponics" His rib cage was a hornet's nest, palpitations set the beat His vagus nerve a turk's head knot, an axel hitch, a carrick bend He wondered if Christ Consciousness would charge a cancellation fee Auf wiedersehn, au revoir, he gripped his wits right by their ends

For what? For what? For what it's worth If it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now For what? For what? For what it's worth There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down

Hello, welcome, why don't you take a seat? Get comfortable, relax, take a second if you need to Now what's bothering you? Well, why don't we start at the beginning Growing up, how was your relationship with the fundamentals of conscious existence? Did you have xenon orchid sinews spilling down the outer center of your Blooming Escher/Mandelbrot head? And how about claustrophilic tendrils clapping caskets closed on seven-knuckle thumbs Did you get along well with the Gideon Bugler pineal glands? Your projector eyes casting sci-fi's on your STR'd strands?

Tell me about your nerve to steal nerves of steel from under Bacchus' bloody nose Did Namibian Himbas tie-dye you, your ears pierced with a Phineas Gage flagpole Did you die before your day? Thursday traction, Tuesday titration My hope is to assess through my objective report of Your subjective conjecture Whether this proprietary bled of expertise and seasoning works as well as this Transorbital ice pick

Holistic ballistics, you got a better idea? It's about the best we could come up with, what, you think ideas spread because they're good? No, they spread because people like them So now here we are once again, holding As it were, a mirror up to your mirror I guess it's just something people do

A bloody knife to split your infrastructure, wine to rev your motor function Coital machinations of the dead Well, you mainline your animus, karate chop your abacus And learn to be an animal instead But I never did think you better than this, your modus operandi causes Nazi/Skoptzyism and suicide Why to thine own self be true when it is you who are the problem Not the things you do but something sick inside

Lithium and Dialectics, boy you really is defective CBT don't seem effective for that Cluster B, accept it Offer up your innocence, please ignore the side effects You've lost your mind and almost lost your life before So you'll be fine

For what? For what? For what it's worth If it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now For what? For what? For what it's worth There's no more looking back, and why would you want to look back? I mean, it's no good looking back, so try to look forward now For what? For what? For what it's worth If they were going to get you boy, they would have by now For what? For what? For what it's worth There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down...

Yet another song I don't know 😔

[twisted-bee]

im going to bite you

OK WELL HERES THE LYRICS TO BLACKBOX WARRIOR - OKULTRA BY WILL WOOD FROM THE NORMAL ALBUM

Well he collapsed with Stevens-Johnson Syndrome on the E.R. floor Panic attacked, anaphylactic and ataxic The way he spun his butterfly risked all six his phalanges Roman candles at both ends in his synapses And the method with which he recycled his humors Trojan Horse'd his Blood-Brain Barrier and raised the LD-50, yes, yes And through flight-or-fight revelation shame the Black Box Warrior He skipped this town and headed straight down history Shields himself from reason in a Kevlar baby-blue Tuxedo Quilted from the finest fibers, flesh, and fiberglass, and flowers His ego a mosquito, evil incarnate good incognito Pops placebos for libido, screaming, "Bless the torpedoes"

For what? For what? For what it's worth If it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now For what? For what? For what it's worth There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down

Well, he was wearing stolen rubber shoes and wrapped a poison ivy noose Around his Lotus jugular when they came Well, they found him with a map to every victim of his love And a tattoo of a blue jay on his face And they waited for his vital signs to lie and let a flatline cry A hymn out in Hungarian Harmonic

But he cocked his noggin, through his stoma sang, "For auld lang syne" "Happy birthday to the succulents, I'll die your hydroponics" His rib cage was a hornet's nest, palpitations set the beat

His vagus nerve a turk's head knot, an axel hitch, a carrick bend He wondered if Christ Consciousness would charge a cancellation fee Auf wiedersehn, au revoir, he gripped his wits right by their ends

For what? For what? For what it's worth If it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now For what? For what? For what it's worth There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down

Hello, welcome, why don't you take a seat? Get comfortable, relax, take a second if you need to Now what's bothering you? Well, why don't we start at the beginning Growing up, how was your relationship with the fundamentals of conscious existence? Did you have xenon orchid sinews spilling down the outer center of your Blooming Escher/Mandelbrot head? And how about claustrophilic tendrils clapping caskets closed on seven-knuckle thumbs Did you get along well with the Gideon Bugler pineal glands? Your projector eyes casting sci-fi's on your STR'd strands?

Tell me about your nerve to steal nerves of steel from under Bacchus' bloody nose Did Namibian Himbas tie-dye you, your ears pierced with a Phineas Gage flagpole Did you die before your day? Thursday traction, Tuesday titration My hope is to assess through my objective report of Your subjective conjecture Whether this proprietary bled of expertise and seasoning works as well as this Transorbital ice pick

Holistic ballistics, you got a better idea? It's about the best we could come up with, what, you think ideas spread because they're good? No, they spread because people like them So now here we are once again, holding As it were, a mirror up to your mirror I guess it's just something people do

A bloody knife to split your infrastructure, wine to rev your motor function Coital machinations of the dead Well, you mainline your animus, karate chop your abacus And learn to be an animal instead But I never did think you better than this, your modus operandi causes Nazi/Skoptzyism and suicide Why to thine own self be true when it is you who are the problem Not the things you do but something sick inside

Lithium and Dialectics, boy you really is defective CBT don't seem effective for that Cluster B, accept it Offer up your innocence, please ignore the side effects You've lost your mind and almost lost your life before So you'll be fine

For what? For what? For what it's worth If it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now For what? For what? For what it's worth There's no more looking back, and why would you want to look back? I mean, it's no good looking back, so try to look forward now For what? For what? For what it's worth If they were going to get you boy, they would have by now For what? For what? For what it's worth There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down...

[aktionfsa-blog-blog]

Vorwahlen in den USA beginnen

Zweimal wählen auch nicht demokratischer

Dabei geht es nicht um die teilweise Wiederholung der Bundestagswahl in 3 Wochen in Berliner Bezirken - obwohl man sich fragen muss, was das nach mehr als 2 Jahren der Legislaturperiode noch nützen soll. Ein Artikel der Nzz.ch beschäftigt sich mit den gerade beginnenden Vorwahlen in den USA.

Wahlen in den USA

... sind grundsätzlich so ein Problem, denn wählen darf nur, wer sich zur Wahl hat registrieren lassen. Das ist nötig, weil die große Mehrheit der US Bürger keinen Pass besitzt und Personalausweise gibt es nicht. Zur Wahl registrieren muss man sich also selbst aus eigenem Antrieb. Viele vorbestrafte US Bürger haben außerdem das Wahlrecht in ihrem Verfahren verloren. Anderen, insbesondere schwarzen Bürgern, wird das registrieren schwer gemacht. Arbeitende Menschen müssen hoffen, dass die Schlangen in den Wahllokalen nicht zu lang sind, denn gewählt wird stets an einem Dienstag.

Aber "im Prinzip" ist der Ablauf der Wahlen durch die Verfassung geordnet. Wer überhaupt zur Wahl steht, das bestimmen jedoch die Vorwahlen, bei denen die Kandidaten der (beiden großen) Parteien bestimmt werden. Zur Wahl gehen da nur die Unterstützer der jeweiligen Partei.

Unterschiede zwischen blau und rot

Die Regeln für die Vorwahlen bestimmen die Parteien selbst. So haben die (blauen) Demokraten bei sich in den letzten Jahren einige Änderungen in den Regeln durchgesetzt.

Sie haben das "Winner takes it all"-Prinzip auf Vorwahlstufe abgeschafft,

die Mitbestimmung des Parteiestablishments als Sicherheitsschleuse installiert,

bei der letzten Präsidentschaftswahl 2020 ein koordiniertes Vorgehen der Konkurrenten gegen den extremen Bewerber Bernie Sanders vereinbaren können. (Zitat nzz.ch)

Ob solche Regeln die Demokratie stärken, ist für uns genauso fraglich, wie das Registrierungsverfahren und das praktische Monopol auf die beiden Parteien.

Bei den (roten) Republikanern gibt es vergleichbare Regeln nicht. Die Folge davon ist, dass ein Bewerber wie Trump, zu Beginn politisch unerfahren und letztlich an Parteipolitik wenig interessiert, nun schon zum dritten Mal hintereinander vermutlich das Rennen macht. (Zitat nzz.ch)

Das bedeutet letztendlich, dass auffällige, lautstarke, extremistische Bewerber chancenreich sind, wenn sie den Wählern gefallen - und das sind in großer Mehrheit poltisch aktive Unterstützer dieser Partei. Es reicht also, wenn der Bewerber diese auf seine Seite zieht. Hinzu kommt bei den Republikanern noch das "Winner takes it all"-Prinzip.

Das heißt, dass derjenige Präsidentschaftskandidat wird, der möglichst schnell die Mehrheit der 2400 Delegierte zusammenbekommt. Alternative Kanidaten streichen oft vorzeitig die Segel, wenn ein Kandidat bei frühzeitigen Vorwahlen hervorsticht. Wähler in den Bundesstaaten, die erst nach dem Super-Tuesday am 5. März wählen, haben kaum noch eine  echte Wahl. Der auffällige, lautstarke, extremistische Bewerber hat noch einen weiteren Vorteil, wenn seine Herausforderer eher gemäßigt sind und sich in ihren Positionen wenig unterscheiden.

Ein wichtiges Argument haben wir bisher als Gott-gegeben bisher unter den Tisch fallen lassen. Es ist der Net Worth Of The American Presidents , also mit wie vielen Millionen Dollar geht ein Bewerber ins Rennen - ohne eigenes Geld, keine Chance. Das Geld für den Wahlkampf sind zum einen Spenden - meist von großen Unternehmen. Die Spendenveranstaltungen mit und durch poltisch aktive Wähler dienen vor allem der Mobilisierung. Daneben müssen die KandidatenInnen ein dickes Millionenpolster selbst mitbringen. Das sind auch für die Gewinner keine verlorenen Ausgaben, denn - wenn nicht während der Amtszeit - so ist doch garantiert, dass sie nach ihrer Amtszeit ein Vielfaches des investierten Geldes mit Vorträgen, Büchern und Beraterhonoraren einstreichen können.

Mehr dazu bei https://www.nzz.ch/meinung/die-vorwahlen-in-den-usa-versprechen-basisdemokratie-in-wahrheit-bestimmen-wenige-ueber-viele-ld.1772656

Kategorie[21]: Unsere Themen in der Presse Short-Link dieser Seite: a-fsa.de/d/3yk Link zu dieser Seite: https://www.aktion-freiheitstattangst.org/de/articles/8646-20240110-vorwahlen-in-den-usa-beginnen.html

[lalucoo]

Well he collapsed with Stevens-Johnson Syndrome on the E.R. floor Panic attacked, anaphylactic and ataxic The way he spun his butterfly risked all six his phalanges Roman candles at both ends in his synapses And the method with which he recycled his humors Trojan Horse'd his Blood-Brain Barrier and raised the LD-50, yes, yes And through flight-or-fight revelation shame the Black Box Warrior He skipped this town and headed straight down history Shields himself from reason in a Kevlar baby-blue Tuxedo Quilted from the finest fibers, flesh, and fiberglass, and flowers His ego a mosquito, evil incarnate good incognito Pops placebos for libido, screaming, "Bless the torpedoes"

For what? For what? For what it's worth If it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now For what? For what? For what it's worth There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down

Well, he was wearing stolen rubber shoes and wrapped a poison ivy noose Around his Lotus jugular when they came Well, they found him with a map to every victim of his love And a tattoo of a blue jay on his face And they waited for his vital signs to lie and let a flatline cry A hymn out in Hungarian Harmonic

But he cocked his noggin, through his stoma sang, "For auld lang syne" "Happy birthday to the succulents, I'll die your hydroponics" His rib cage was a hornet's nest, palpitations set the beat His vagus nerve a turk's head knot, an axel hitch, a carrick bend He wondered if Christ Consciousness would charge a cancellation fee Auf wiedersehn, au revoir, he gripped his wits right by their ends

For what? For what? For what it's worth If it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now For what? For what? For what it's worth There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down

Hello, welcome, why don't you take a seat? Get comfortable, relax, take a second if you need to Now what's bothering you? Well, why don't we start at the beginning Growing up, how was your relationship with the fundamentals of conscious existence? Did you have xenon orchid sinews spilling down the outer center of your Blooming Escher/Mandelbrot head? And how about claustrophilic tendrils clapping caskets closed on seven-knuckle thumbs Did you get along well with the Gideon Bugler pineal glands? Your projector eyes casting sci-fi's on your STR'd strands?

Tell me about your nerve to steal nerves of steel from under Bacchus' bloody nose Did Namibian Himbas tie-dye you, your ears pierced with a Phineas Gage flagpole Did you die before your day? Thursday traction, Tuesday titration My hope is to assess through my objective report of Your subjective conjecture Whether this proprietary bled of expertise and seasoning works as well as this Transorbital ice pick

Holistic ballistics, you got a better idea? It's about the best we could come up with, what, you think ideas spread because they're good? No, they spread because people like them So now here we are once again, holding As it were, a mirror up to your mirror I guess it's just something people do

A bloody knife to split your infrastructure, wine to rev your motor function Coital machinations of the dead Well, you mainline your animus, karate chop your abacus And learn to be an animal instead But I never did think you better than this, your modus operandi causes Nazi/Skoptzyism and suicide Why to thine own self be true when it is you who are the problem Not the things you do but something sick inside

Lithium and Dialectics, boy you really is defective CBT don't seem effective for that Cluster B, accept it Offer up your innocence, please ignore the side effects You've lost your mind and almost lost your life before So you'll be fine

For what? For what? For what it's worth If it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now For what? For what? For what it's worth There's no more looking back, and why would you want to look back? I mean, it's no good looking back, so try to look forward now For what? For what? For what it's worth If they were going to get you boy, they would have by now For what? For what? For what it's worth There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down...

[computer-powered-waffles]

Well he collapsed with Stevens-Johnson Syndrome on the E.R. floor

Panic attacked, anaphylactic and ataxic

The way he spun his butterfly risked all six his phalanges

Roman candles at both ends in his synapses

And the method with which he recycled his humors

Trojan Horse'd his Blood-Brain Barrier and raised the LD-50, yes, yes

And through flight-or-fight revelation shame the Black Box Warrior

He skipped this town and headed straight down history

Shields himself from reason in a Kevlar baby-blue Tuxedo

Quilted from the finest fibers, flesh, and fiberglass, and flowers

His ego a mosquito, evil incarnate good incognito

Pops placebos for libido, screaming, "Bless the torpedoes"

For what? For what? For what it's worth

If it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now

For what? For what? For what it's worth

There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down

Well, he was wearing stolen rubber shoes and wrapped a poison ivy noose

Around his Lotus jugular when they came

Well, they found him with a map to every victim of his love

And a tattoo of a blue jay on his face

And they waited for his vital signs to lie and let a flatline cry

A hymn out in Hungarian Harmonic

But he cocked his noggin, through his stoma sang, "For auld lang syne"

"Happy birthday to the succulents, I'll die your hydroponics"

His rib cage was a hornet's nest, palpitations set the beat

His vagus nerve a turk's head knot, an axel hitch, a carrick bend

He wondered if Christ Consciousness would charge a cancellation fee

Auf wiedersehn, au revoir, he gripped his wits right by their ends

For what? For what? For what it's worth

If it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now

For what? For what? For what it's worth

There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down

Hello, welcome, why don't you take a seat?

Get comfortable, relax, take a second if you need to

Now what's bothering you? Well, why don't we start at the beginning

Growing up, how was your relationship with the fundamentals of conscious existence?

Did you have xenon orchid sinews spilling down the outer center of your

Blooming Escher/Mandelbrot head?

And how about claustrophilic tendrils clapping caskets closed on seven-knuckle thumbs

Did you get along well with the Gideon Bugler pineal glands?

Your projector eyes casting sci-fi's on your STR'd strands?

Tell me about your nerve to steal nerves of steel from under Bacchus' bloody nose

Did Namibian Himbas tie-dye you, your ears pierced with a Phineas Gage flagpole

Did you die before your day?

Thursday traction, Tuesday titration

My hope is to assess through my objective report of

Your subjective conjecture

Whether this proprietary bled of expertise and seasoning works as well as this

Transorbital ice pick

Holistic ballistics, you got a better idea?

It's about the best we could come up with, what, you think ideas spread because they're good?

No, they spread because people like them

So now here we are once again, holding

As it were, a mirror up to your mirror

I guess it's just something people do

A bloody knife to split your infrastructure, wine to rev your motor function

Coital machinations of the dead

Well, you mainline your animus, karate chop your abacus

And learn to be an animal instead

But I never did think you better than this, your modus operandi causes

Nazi/Skoptzyism and suicide

Why to thine own self be true when it is you who are the problem

Not the things you do but something sick inside

Lithium and Dialectics, boy you really is defective

CBT don't seem effective for that Cluster B, accept it

Offer up your innocence, please ignore the side effects

You've lost your mind and almost lost your life before

So you'll be fine

For what? For what? For what it's worth

If it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now

For what? For what? For what it's worth

There's no more looking back, and why would you want to look back?

I mean, it's no good looking back, so try to look forward now

For what? For what? For what it's worth

If they were going to get you boy, they would have by now

For what? For what? For what it's worth

There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down

RHE WHOLE FUCKING SOGN GRRRAAAHHH

reblog w the song lyrics in your head NOW. either stuck in yr head or what yr listening to

[allah-name-above-all-names]

MALIIT NA BAGAY👌🏼👌🏼

Papunta ka pa lang, pabalik na KAME 😏😬

Magagalit si Miss Lee— Ma'am Al-Qabbas staff Qatar 🇧🇭🇧🇭

May nakatagong camera sa mga pinupuntahan ni ANA CRISTINA NICOLAS. INUTOS NG 'LDS PRESIDENT' RUSEELL NELSON MANDELA. Ew. Magkaka-scandal 'yan. AT IKAKALAT SA INTERNET. Yikes! #NAKED HUBO'T HUBAD ANG HIGAD. Karma strikes back! #LINUX

Twix

'DI LANG NAMAN AKO 'YUNG WALANG MALAY SA SEX, NOH! — A damsel said that while having their circle of friendship 😂😂🙂‍↔️ not DISTRESS!!

[tma-entity-song-poll]

Battle of the Fear Bands B2R3: The Corruption

Entomologists:

BlackBoxWarrior:

“A song about a man struggling with his health (be it mental or physical). The song makes the treatment seem inhumane and just as terrifying as the initial problem. It’s almost like he’s getting sicker and sicker but just won’t die.”

Lyrics below the line!

Entomologists:

I hear, humming Buzzing, buzzing Today marks one long dream Burrowed deep inside Sallowing faces Leaving me behind They talk about me, see? I can hear them They call their friends Entomologists Knock on wood, but I'd rather stay alone And isolate intuition from unknown You've bent my world, now, I'll never figure out What it means, when I see, infestations in my dreams Today marks two long dreams Festering away Sallowing bodies Crawling on all fours They talk about me They get in real close They call themselves Metamorphosis Knock on wood, but I'd rather stay alone And isolate intuition from unknown You've bent my world, now, I'll never figure out What it means, when I see, infestations in my dreams

BlackBoxWarrior - OKULTRA:

Well he collapsed with Stevens-Johnson Syndrome on the E.R. floor Panic attacked, anaphylactic and ataxic The way he spun his butterfly risked all six his phalanges Roman candles at both ends in his synapses And the method with which he recycled his humors Trojan Horse'd his Blood-Brain Barrier and raised the LD-50, yes, yes And through flight-or-fight revelation shame the Black Box Warrior He skipped this town and headed straight down history Shields himself from reason in a Kevlar baby-blue Tuxedo Quilted from the finest fibers, flesh, and fiberglass, and flowers His ego a mosquito, evil incarnate good incognito Pops placebos for libido, screaming, "Bless the torpedoes"

For what? For what? For what it's worth If it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now For what? For what? For what it's worth There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down

Well, he was wearing stolen rubber shoes and wrapped a poison ivy noose Around his Lotus jugular when they came Well, they found him with a map to every victim of his love And a tattoo of a blue jay on his face And they waited for his vital signs to lie and let a flatline cry A hymn out in Hungarian Harmonic But he cocked his noggin, through his stoma sang, "For auld lang syne" "Happy birthday to the succulents, I'll die your hydroponics" His rib cage was a hornet's nest, palpitations set the beat His vagus nerve a turk's head knot, an axel hitch, a carrick bend He wondered if Christ Consciousness would charge a cancellation fee Auf wiedersehn, au revoir, he gripped his wits right by their ends

For what? For what? For what it's worth If it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now For what? For what? For what it's worth There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down

Hello, welcome, why don't you take a seat? Get comfortable, relax, take a second if you need to Now what's bothering you? Well, why don't we start at the beginning Growing up, how was your relationship with the fundamentals of conscious existence? Did you have xenon orchid sinews spilling down the outer center of your Blooming Escher/Mandelbrot head? And how about claustrophilic tendrils clapping caskets closed on seven-knuckle thumbs Did you get along well with the Gideon Bugler pineal glands? Your projector eyes casting sci-fi's on your STR'd strands? Tell me about your nerve to steal nerves of steel from under Bacchus' bloody nose Did Namibian Himbas tie-dye you, your ears pierced with a Phineas Gage flagpole Did you die before your day? Thursday traction, Tuesday titration My hope is to assess through my objective report of Your subjective conjecture Whether this proprietary bled of expertise and seasoning works as well as this Transorbital ice pick Holistic ballistics, you got a better idea? It's about the best we could come up with, what, you think ideas spread because they're good? No, they spread because people like them So now here we are once again, holding As it were, a mirror up to your mirror I guess it's just something people do

A bloody knife to split your infrastructure, wine to rev your motor function Coital machinations of the dead Well, you mainline your animus, karate chop your abacus And learn to be an animal instead But I never did think you better than this, your modus operandi causes Nazi/Skoptzyism and suicide Why to thine own self be true when it is you who are the problem Not the things you do but something sick inside Lithium and Dialectics, boy you really is defective CBT don't seem effective for that Cluster B, accept it Offer up your innocence, please ignore the side effects You've lost your mind and almost lost your life before So you'll be fine For what? For what? For what it's worth If it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now For what? For what? For what it's worth There's no more looking back, and why would you want to look back? I mean, it's no good looking back, so try to look forward now For what? For what? For what it's worth If they were going to get you boy, they would have by now For what? For what? For what it's worth There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down…

[just4replyingbasically]

? forgive me if i’m confused here, i’m not mormon so i realise i might not have the full understanding of how it all works, but seeing this post inspired me to look into what the lds church says about eternal punishment, hell and the afterlife, and from what i could find on the lds website, eternal punishment does exist in mormonism?

(sources: https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/study/liahona/2016/06/what-do-we-know-about-life-after-death?lang=eng , https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/study/scriptures/gs/hell?lang=eng)

i can see that the telestial kingdom isn’t the same as hell, since D&C 19:5-20 explain that the ‘endless/eternal punishment’ described in the bible is not literally endless but rather is god’s punishment, because god is eternal. and also many church speakers have said that punishment for sinning is not eternal and only goes on until you repent. however there is still a clear distinction between where the ‘best’ followers of christ will go after death and after the spirit world, where the not-so-great followers of christ & ‘late’ (spirit world) converts will go, and where the sinners (so to speak) will go. and even in the spirit world there appears to be a distinction — not hell by any means, but still:

(source: https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/study/liahona/2016/06/what-do-we-know-about-life-after-death?lang=eng)

of course from all that it seems like you’re right and there isn’t eternal damnation in mormonism — but then there’s the whole thing with the sons of perdition, which is throwing me off a bit.

(source: https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/study/scriptures/gs/sons-of-perdition?lang=eng#title1)

it says pretty clearly here that it is possible to be sentenced to eternal torment with no chance of repenting. it’s just less acknowledged because those who are sent there are called the sons of perdition and treated like a separate group of people rather than anyone. like to me this seems like the lds church teaches that there is no eternal punishment, except for when theres an exception. like this is what i found in an article on the church website:

(source: https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/inspiration/modern-revelation-helps-us-understand-the-gospel-better-than-ever-before?lang=eng)

serious question, how does all of this factor in to the general perception of ‘hell’ in lds communities? is this a known thing or something only really believed by certain people? i’m honestly confused here because to me it does seem like endless punishment is a thing in mormonism, but i realise i don’t exactly have the personal experience to say that for sure. i hope this reblog hasnt come off as rude in any manner,, thanks for reading all this way!

seeing people discussing the concept of hell and how cruel the idea of eternal punishment is like, wow! i know this belief system you would love if not for your knee-jerk reaction against its name

[berlinverkehr]

S-Bahn: Eine Ikone, in der sich Nachtschwärmer und Frühschichtler die Hand reichen: Die Berliner S-Bahn wird 100 Jahre alt, aus NZZ

08.08.2024 https://www.nzz.ch/panorama/eine-ikone-in-der-sich-nachtschwaermer-und-fruehschichtler-die-hand-reichen-die-berliner-s-bahn-wird-hundert-jahre-alt-ld.1842658 Berlin feiert vier Tage lang seine #S-Bahn mit einem Fest. Ein Blick zurück auf ein #Verkehrsmittel, das #Weltgeschichte geschrieben hat. Im Sommer 1924 kündigen sich die Goldenen Zwanziger an. Die Alliierten waren von ihren…

[toshtachino]

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