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8, a poem
OK, so let me be str8, this is me having fun with the number 8. Maybe it’s time for me to make a list of 8 things I want to change? I bet there is more than 8, but the rest can bloody w8. It’s time to consolidate,loose a little weight,try to be a better…
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Condiments, a poem
I love Bovril. I like it more than Marmite. I love salt, pepper, Aromat seasoning and many other things you can shake and spread. Japanese and Korean sauces turn any sandwich or meal into something I would steal. Biscoff cookie butter is divine, it sends shivers down my spine! Life without the ability to spice…
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The honesty of lying, my two cents
What is truth? The dictionary, if you can believe it, defines truth as ‘the state of being the case’. Something is a fact when it represents reality. Then it becomes hazy, saying truth is also ‘sincerity in action, character or utterance’. Because our brain defines reality, it is not the same for everyone. It is also…
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