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a broken heart a broken soul

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machwani

When the mind sleeps,it begs for answers

When the heart sleeps,it begs for connection

When the body sleep

a true depiction of art a true depiction of art

s,it begs for restoration

and when the soul sleeps!

oooh NO the soul does not sleep

When your called a fool, you shut up

When your called clever,you mumble

and your called a genius,you grumble

What do you want t be called?

A hero was freed from prison

But he did not last the ocassion

The circumstances were different

He had murdered in jail

But the streets were free from murderers

When we lose our thoughts

We take a glass of whisky or wine

Do they come back?

They did one day but i forgot

To write them down

Since the stupor came and went away

Today i long for that whisky and wine

But should i mix

Yes!!!

I want varied opinions

I want a multi-dimensional…

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a broken heart a broken soul

When the mind sleeps,it begs for answers

When the heart sleeps,it begs for connection

When the body sleep

a true depiction of art

a true depiction of art

s,it begs for restoration

and when the soul sleeps!

oooh NO the soul does not sleep

When your called a fool, you shut up

When your called clever,you mumble

and your called a genius,you grumble

What do you want t be called?

A hero was freed from prison

But he did not last the ocassion

The circumstances were different

He had murdered in jail

But the streets were free from murderers

When we lose our thoughts

We take a glass of whisky or wine

Do they come back?

They did one day but i forgot

To write them down

Since the stupor came and went away

Today i long for that whisky and wine

But should i mix

Yes!!!

I want varied opinions

I want a multi-dimensional view

…..to be continued

Kamau Abwao

5 other insane things a corrupt DEA agent did while allegedly stealing Bitcoin from Silk Road

happens only in the USA

Fusion

Anyone who has been following the real-life criminal drama swirling around the online drug marketplace Silk Road had their mind blown this week when San Francisco prosecutors announced charges against two federal agents involved in the investigation. DEA agent Carl Mark Force IV and Secret Service agent Shawn Bridges were allegedly helping themselves to copious amounts of Bitcoin through theft, deception and fraud, using the inside information and technical access they had to Silk Road operations as federal investigators.

The complaint is an astonishing, and frankly amusing, tale of two bumbling agents who seemed to think that virtual currencies were confounding enough to the government that it would never figure out what they were up to. Force allegedly messed up in many ways, including signing his real name, “Carl,” to an unencrypted email from one of his monikers, “French Maid.” According to the government, Force blackmailed a suspect he was investigating, stole nearly a million bitcoin, and…

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Live-blogging “la cola”

yeees

Caracas Chronicles

It’s MY day.

It’s not my birthday. And Saint Anne’s Feast Day is July 26th.

It’s my day because, on Tuesdays, Venezuelans with ID numbers ending in 2 and 3 can buy price-controlled products in a supermarket that I’ll call the No-Kwik-E-Mart.

Since this is Holy Week holiday, I decide to venture out and stand in line, whatever it takes. My mom’s ID also ends with  2, so we can at least share the adventure – for lack of a better word.

8:04am: We get in line, or as Venezuelans call it, “la cola.” (Literally, the tail) According to Google maps, it is a 60 meter line. Since it isn’t an orderly line, we estimate –al least- 250 people in front of us.

The minute I get in line, security personnel from a close-by store yells out: “hay Ace y papel tualé” [there’s Ace laundry powder and toilet paper].

Jackpot! Jackpot! (The Ace…

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limn

film dim lyrical

Sesquiotica

Limn? Damn! How are we to say this word? And why does it have that form? It looks all folded up, like a stack of sheets turned on its side, or perhaps a shelf of library books. Can we illuminate this a bit? Has it been milled down to some minimal form from some larger animal, or has it grown an extra limb? Are we seeing a word in a liminal form, or is this lexical sediment?

To start with: You don’t say the n. It’s just there for looks. This word is pronounced the same as limb, which may well be one reason it’s not used much anymore.

Is it related to limen and liminal, those words relating to thresholds (threshold, by the way, is a word that compensates for silent letters by having a sound that is not written in – the…

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