I live in an upper-tier neighborhood in Miami. There's a Publix right across the street. These two coincidences collide to make a "Perfect Storm" of homeless people.

I don't have anything against homeless people. They're great! Well, they're okay, I guess. "Great" is kind of an overstatement. But, for the most part, they're nice.

Now, I can tell you, there...
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adelina:
Good place to be homeless -- compared to other places -- no winter. There are the pesky hurricanes every year though.
supernovice:
@adelina  Not necessarily.  I've been here 2 years and haven't had one yet, knock on wood.  But, yeah, the homeless problem here is out of control and you're right.  It's a pretty easy climate to exist in most of the year.  It has been over 80 degrees here all week.   The rest of the states are frozen.
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Mas tarde que temprano te largaste pa´ fuera
cubierto bien de telas el viento es el que congela
el viejo lo anuncio cuando el cielo se cayo
levantando bien los brazos pa´ poder atajarlo
dichosos son aquellos que sienten con la piel
no preguntes quien es quien en la calle podes ver
el color que se desprende, aromas que te envuelven
en ese mar de...
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“La verdad es que no hay una verdad”,
leí en una pared de la ciudad.
¿Habrá sido una virtud o casualidad?
Y sentí inquietud de estar a merced de tanta sed de dualidad.
¡Que barbaridad!
Lo barato sale caro, lo normal es lo raro. ¿Estaré sonado?
Me visto despacio si estoy apurado. Amo ser odiado,
y tener la facha de un repetidor y la nota...
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cassendre:
❤️❤️❤️ Tuyo??
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Well, I had an awful dream...
Laid your bones by a shallow stream--
And I carved your name in a willow tree
And I beat the ground...

With water clear and sun abright
I let the tears alone to dry.
I raised my arms up to the sky
And challenged God.

He had no prose...
He had no right.
To take my dove--my little light--...
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ilektra:
Haven't talked to you in a hot minute.. how goes it?
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Todo lo que fue o simplemente sera.
Rios y rios de tinta generan historias.


Agresivo es el terreno, que sirve al desenfreno
el aire está viciado, de ritmos y vapores
ella siempre dice, que atraigo a sus temores
pero buenas nuevas también hay.
Fuera de estos bailes de salones
lejos de etiquetas y mamones
hundida en la ciudad, mientras busca su lugar
cámaras la miran...
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She was a live-wire

She was stuck in the past

I was holding the middle

You was wakin' up fast

It was four in the morning

She was holding on tight

To a David Bowie look-alike circa '85

Now he's turning up his amplifier, staring at his toes

Even when he's looking at you he's still lookin' down his nose

Sounds like...
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Una mattina mi son svegliato

O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao

Una mattina mi son svegliato

Eo trovato l'invasor

O partigiano porta mi via

O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao

O partigiano porta mi via

Che mi sento di morir

E se io muoio da partigiano

O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao

E se io...
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I admit,

I was afraid

to love.

Not just love,

but to love her.

For she was a stunning

mystery. She carried things

deep inside her that no one

has yet to understand,

and I,

I was afraid to fail,

like the others.

She was the ocean

and I was just a boy

who loved the waves

but was completely terrified

to swim.

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matel:
=D tu mas guapo!!!
luckyrabbit:
Sometimes, I sit alone under the starsand think of the galaxies inside myheart, and truly wonder if anyone willever want to make sense of all thatI am.
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She said that i'm a shining star in her sky
and i feel that far away.
I'll make a wish for the best of all the little things that i miss
and just walk away...

I've heard this one before
about the princess and the pauper.
And i know just how it ends now...
it doesn't end well; it just ends...
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kay:
kiss
sally:
SUUUUPPPPP DUDDEEEE???????
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Let's admire the pattern forming:
Murderous filigree.
I'm caught in the twisting of the vine.
Go ascend with ivy, climbing...
Ignore and leave for me, the headstone crumbling behind.
I can't help my laughter as she cries.
My soul brings tears to angelic eyes.

Let's amend the classic story,
Close it so beautifully...
I'll let animosity unwind.
Steal away the...
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luckyrabbit:
oh baby, you and your melancholy songs. kiss
kay:
Dear Mr. C,

I miss you.

Mrs. C