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A mi mujer ya le hacía falta que una verga distinta se la coja. Y para ser sinceros yo también necesitaba ver que alguien más le duro a esa cuquita.
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Aquella mujer que diga que el tamaño no importa es por qué nunca ha probado una vergota, grande, gruesa y venuda, esas vergotas te cambian la forma de ver el sexo, te vuelves adicta a esos tamaños, te vuelven una puta.
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What if the Men in Black aren’t trying to silence the phenomenon at all?
What if their purpose is the complete opposite and they’re using a kind of reverse psychology so perfect that it feels like pure intimidation?
Think about every encounter people describe. The story doesn’t fade away. It spreads. People who might have brushed off a strange light in the sky find themselves telling friends, family, anyone who’ll listen, “They were in my home. They looked right at me and said things…”
The unease doesn’t bury the experience, it burns deeper into memory, theirs and everyone else’s.
So instead of pushing people away, they’re lighting signals. “Hey… this isn’t imagination. This isn’t coincidence. Something older, something already here, made itself known.”
Maybe it’s not suppression… and maybe they plant seeds. One witness sharing their truth does more to chip away at denial than a thousand grainy photos or videos ever could. The stranger the visit sounds, the more it lingers in people’s minds.
Does that seem like a cover-up?
Or maybe it’s careful, deliberate!
And yes… it pulls toward something that feels almost anciently dark, the way an intelligence might understand the human heart so completely that it can pull out both deepest curiosity and fears, playing them like notes.
So are they guarding from something more overwhelming?
Are they harvesting attention? Or are they trying to awaken, because whatever is coming next can’t unfold while still comfortable pretending these things are just something unidentified or swamp gas?
The pattern is too steady, too repeated across decades and cultures, to feel accidental.
And if they are truly mirrors of a civilization that existed before the great flood… then perhaps we aren’t the ones looking down from some high vantage point.
Perhaps every time they appear, they’re reminding, in the most unsettling way, that we’ve always been living inside something older than the history we were taught.
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In realms where light in whispers walks, And silence weaves its tales, In the human heart’s deep locks, Lies life, where truth prevails. Through cosmic weaves, our thoughts entwine, In focus, gleaming bright. A subtle force begins to shine, Binding the day and night. Behold, in quests of mortal plight, For transcendence they yearn. Yet, in the cosmic dance of light, A truth, stark and stern. Darkness, not void, but light unburned, Paths not taken, unseen, unlearned. It's light in waiting, quietly yearned, Here, our perceptions are overturned. This essence, in its endless flow, From earth to realms unknown, Casts off fear’s shadow, doubt’s echo, In purity, it’s shown. There, in boundless skies above, Lies clarity, a gentle dove. Not in touch, but felt in love, A crucible of stars, hand in glove. In this rebirth, negatives fade, Love’s spectrum in display, To nonphysical realms, we wade, Where fears no longer sway. Our journey, rich in contrasts stark, Shapes our souls, ignites a spark. Diversity, our divine mark, In life’s canvas, we make our arc. Unique, this earthly frame, A mosaic, vibrant, never tame. From each heart, a wish aflame, For peace, where love’s the aim. In differences, unity hides, In discord, community resides. A shared wish in all abides, For higher good, where hope confides. In stillness, in contemplation’s hold, We touch the eternal, brave and bold. Seeing beyond the world’s mold, In dreams of the soul, our stories told. In daily acts, mundane or grand, Divine echoes, subtly planned. A gesture, word, or helping hand, Can lift us to a higher land. Within us, a divine spark resides, Through life’s labyrinth, it guides. In balance, our spirit abides, In harmony, our true self hides. Breathe the rhythm of existence keen, In each choice, a new scene. In balanced action, thought serene, In this harmony, our spirits gleam. Through shadow and light, our path we weave, Our destiny, in what we believe. In balance, in peace, we achieve, In this cosmic dance, our souls conceive. So hear this tale, ancient, bold, Of energies, unseen, untold. In alignment, be brave, be gold, In existence’s story, let your part unfold. Be your reality’s artist, break free, In this vast cosmos, let your spirit be. The essence of being, eternally, In the heart of the universe, forever see.
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@OMApproach You are correct it does make the government look bad for trying to keep it for themselves. But they literally just told us they hunt and eat children. which is worse? The alien thing isnt a big deal. Humans are colonizing the universe for billions of years and were about to join
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