ROMA Volume I - COMPENDIUM - [The Spoils of A General] by Samuel Kebede - The Roman Memoir - HTML preview

Chapter 37 - Large Living

What is ‘eye candy '? I hear it in words when women describe the person they want to do sinful stuff with. Why can’t eye candy be the item described in the word itself? Actually, the 87

formality of most sentences has gone out the window, instead of taking the regular front door. If we addressed the subject candidly, the eye is an organ for sight, then the candy would be an object that would be consumed by the mouth. Relatively, the features sought linger around faces.

Firmly speaking, faces are confucian ideas, which have their root in family structure. Bidding farewell understanding, I think the tossed mix should edge in well with other objects.

Proficiently, it’s wiser to speak without addressing the abomination that is the conjunction made to describe the handsome male. With passion slit wide open, in fun, should be clever, we dare not make it a subjective matter for fear of addressing others who can’t hear us. “She is a babe”might sound better since the subject is one.

In climax, when I do not hear common terms and phrases, it likely comes from the well to do people who want to destroy the English language. You can cripple any language by chopping it half or abusing the sentences. You can leave others in harsh dreams they would not be able to rise from, by tucking the front runner back, from the middle. “ You can leave others in harsh -”, as per example. I think removing understanding has become a skill. You will never find a pornographic video with a normal title. It will always be bastardized for some reason. You won’t find a sentence in a dozen videos where they explain the scene with correct grammar. I can’t even tell who started the phrase nightmare. Where there is no understanding, there will be no growth, and the reader is left mindlessly to stay there, going in circles without the help to pull them out.

If you have ever been knocked down, you have had your share of timidity in getting back up again. In language, brute strength is not the key. It’s an end, with the means of achieving it, lying in the law. In soul/mind, the end is justified more than the means.” I kept myself from 88

watching undelightful video’s because I value my eyes, and what goes in my brain”, is a logical argument. In a story, the end and the means are the same. You cannot have one without the other since the ending is the means in itself. So when you explain freely, you frightfully arrange a sentence, so famously to trick others, in the hopes of removing understanding, then your strength is also in question because you are preying on those who trusted your work. Identity must be ripe with flavor, in recognition when picked from the batch, like a person reviewing job resumes seeing a fruitive looking paper among a table that lacks color. When I see the name of a carrot, or an asparagus at the store, I do not want to be surprised by the name, because the font is altered to display the art of the seller or, the nutritional labels dismantled in verbal agreements, because the company that puts them on the shelf, wants to weaken the buyer by changing their growth, in sale versus cultivation.

Condense if you will but in a half a decade, for the sum that conspires with itself to grow larger, I would hesitate to run for office. I see a good life ahead of me, dodging myself, from the front in the mirror, and head straight to the senate. I can become a house rep, and a cancer to society. I think life has it easy for me without ambition. The local strip clubs would be home. I can spend all the money I have in a Georgetown brothel, a gentleman’s club I have never stepped in, or taste the illegality of prostitution for the first time in my life, with money in my pockets.

Thinking about it, I also have never been in a limo. I never rode the tables hard at a gambling center, nor wasted a dime at casinos. I see a world of opportunity ahead. I have been a thief when I was a teen, I confess, and till about now, at 30, I have stolen sums of over $70 if I summed it all. Give or take $220. I shoplifted once or twice in highschool. I stole socks from a store. I went into the changing rooms, put them on, and just walked out. They cost around $20 dollars at the time. In limited terms, I can be worse than I am now. All I need is a good cause.

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Degraded if you will, the sweet flavor from the ice cream lies in the one you chose from the aisle. If someone else made the choices for you, there would be no good time, not delicious goods sliding down your stomach, melting with the warmth of your tongue. Much like the supermarket must alter the sale in tale tale to the item listed, the pornographers must do the same, or else, I do not want to eat the icecream longer than the person who bought it since it was a helper for false pretenses. If the sentences are hampered, people would rely on evasion, and civil service will be rendered moot. We sentence our customers into 10 years of darkness, because we limit the opportunity for harvesting deeper darkness.