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Anisette kisses A love, so close to me Not to be dejected so…. In my dream no more Sigh to say yes. Even more beautiful than Musset The dearest Mimi Thanks to Gautier A sweetheart...so happy! More time we have not. Even now I want you. Love , health, and beauty, Ever more divine of a dream. ‘Tween a smile of Anisette Till you kiss me and pull me in close I take a sip Original: Baci All’Anisetta Amor mio, vicino a me Non venir mogio così… Il mio sogno più non è Sospirare a dir di sì. È ancor bello il De Musset Tanto cara è ancor Mimì Tante grazie ha la Gautier Amorosa…. anzi joli! Ma quel tempo più non è; Ed io voglio in verità LA salute e la beltà. E qual sogno più divino? ~ Tra un sorriso d’Anisetta Tu mi baci...e nella stretta Io ti filtro un sorsellino

Rose View

No violence. No poverty. No decay. Only beauty.  Can you imagine this world? With just three appointments and $20,000 we can bring it to you! I would like to introduce RealWorld’s newest product: Rose View. Rose View takes all of the ugly in the world and makes it beautiful. Never again will you have to see fights breaking out in the streets! Never again­­­­­ will you have to hear the 99ers yelling at each other! Rose View achieves this by implanting a few small chips in your brain and body that identify anything bad or ugly and changes it to fit in our ideal world. Of course--as with all of our procedures-- you will be completely awake and no harm will be done. Just remember, once you go Rose View, there’s no going back. I hope to see you soon in our rose view world! The scalpel moves closer to my head. This was worth it. I feel it draw a small line right above the arch of my eyebrow. It’s too late to back out now. I glance to the side and see the chip. I can’t believe my enti...

Promise

Promise me That as things get worse You will stay next to me Do you remember the first time we met? We were still young And when our eyes locked It was as if nothing else mattered And nothing ever would But as we’ve grown old I see we were foolish Other things will always matter Promise me That we will always have That feeling of perfection That we will still get butterflies When we see each other People said that This would never work We were too young To know true love Promise me That we will never Let them be right During our first real fight I thought it was all over When you stormed off And left me alone to cry But you came back With flowers In your hand And an apology On your lips Promise me That it will never be over That you will always come back When you first Said you loved me We were in your truck That always smelled of smoke And flowers Watching Singing in ...