Blog and Vlog tending

Blog tending
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I have a rush into listing these blogs,
and often update, spelling or other info,
so only the most recent is the most current and up to date.

Sorry, if it seems to be a spam, it isn't intentioned as so,
An idea to fix it, of email resends on updates, if that is happening,
is to underline the new words entered from an older version,
then its easier for the reader to find the updates.

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Certain blogs recently are a bit over-done with sp. error fixes, etc,

and the most recent blog of the payment list, with a tally of 9,
is getting into memory-grab-at recall,
of...do I have anymore?

I'm pretty sure,
I have put the most important settlements on that blog,
yet 10 little indians is still lurking somewhere in my memory bank.

and the last recent add, to its blog,
is a table of contents. as it is a piece of work to read-thru.
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Again, sorry for the quick re-publishes,
I will try to not be so time-consuming in the future,
with errors, I'd rather use the usage time as a vlog talk,
where times are allocated to that time endurance specifically. 

.....
My left eye damage feels scarred and is over-blinky,
needing dark to rest it.

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Dance videos
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Apologies to my little brother, who prefers my dancing videos,
I am not always able, as it is uncomfortable,
due to the critiques of my dance peerage class,
therefore, merely... a give of insult choices, to ready arrows at me,
as I am not in real professional shape, to perform.
As those times, allow easier the acceptance of their dissidence and obstructions.
I hear you though, as an easy bake video haul,
but my peers my peers, and me, hop hop oooh, a disaster. 
I just am not mooded into its possible criticisms right now.
Thanks for the time sweep into that category, though,
as perhaps you are an audience member who doesn't know,
the finesses' missing.

"Tell-me"

"Tell me its over,
the abuse to children stories from you on this blog.

Tell me that was all,
and then I can quickly forget the instances of each,
as they have not been timelined into a
chronical order of events."


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I guess I was thinking of an excel spreadsheet with
variations of domestic violence.

Where we can rank, the domestic violence incidences
and the time frames of tenuous living circumstances
of our childhoods from there.

Into a cutsie list, so the above type of person of "Tell me"
does not negate the occurances as happened events.
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Another pusher into our sadnesses, though,
is that, the "Tell-me" type of person,
is another type of killer to our childhood resolves.

Where the fun release of classifying ourselves
with those kids who received similar,
really only becomes the "Tell-me's" enjoyment,
and the info captures us into a cookie,
of another deed done.

Relegating their statehoods,
into "I told you so, a bad upbringing."
Varying us only into the side-show circus
of abused children freaks.
For their casual entertainment.

"Tell-me more"
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Parental actions witnessed or happened directly to:

baseball bats to doors,
other intimidation weapons, etc.
axes to tables,
too much honey,
the plastic incident, a dishonest re-vision I hope.
etc. etc.

to either your mother, brothers or you.        

"oo! oo! oo! fractured elbow?
and the wrist of your mothers?
from whom or what, ...daresay."

They are into "Tell-me" like droolant lizards,
ready to engorge on another of our freak begins.

So much so, that,
how to rally the abused children grown
into a kind friendship with others like them.

As the bad boy motorcycle crew as a group
is such a wrong true.
All variable backgrounds, else,
so we ...the violent-knowing childhoods,
remain, excommunicated from others like us,
because the "Tell-me" group is entertained to sell
our situational to others
as persons of "disfortunate" beginnings...and group us explicitly.

Grouped for what, annihilation?

under age minor

who next to prosecute?

his mother or his father.

The mother dressed him up as a little dolly boy
in white jazz slippers to wear all over town.

and the father takes him to strip clubs.


Gee, I wonder who he hates more?

Obviously,
I married out of any possible puritanical knowances
from his upbringing.

A falliance discovered,
too gross a disrespect to his youth,
young love moments, gone.
 
Sickened into the easy wets of
females questing monetary tokens.
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Chance who am I now,
as a woman decepted into the deviants of a man knowing woman as any.
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I am disobliged to want to know any other british males,
as this father and son habit, was allowed to happen.

The page 3 girl device, as the mechanism of any woman.
Britain has been purposeful in that raise,
Raising dishonest men, cheaters, allowed-to's as a normal ready
to prove manhood and stout allegiances to it's culture.

"Grow-up."
Is that a foul predicament of spermal activity of any other,
that I have to respond too.

I'm run-over by his reiteration grouping,
allegiances with a million other males called brit.

Any guy? Any dude?
What person did he touch for so many years,
to distance me into any other?

Why pity himself to such a low?

The european sex run,
never needed father and son strip club visits.


He was abused, by the fathers allowabilty,
and inclusion of the underage activity,
which further penalizes the father as a criminal in action.

His parents are not welcome here,
nor anywhere I live, for any reason.

The father is a deceptive male,
that runs his own agenda of allowabilities
in association to women,
that has victimized and weakened my husband
from having a normal law-abiding childhood.

Kinda difficult, for the son to see the truth, 
when he received such inclusivity.

I don't know where the tally of abuse settlement fees rise to.
Because it is a begin to a life journey ruined,
his normal treatment to women,
sent into abnormal... of any ready woman available,
without any religious faith or law listened to.  

Yeah, I guess there's an age gap in the marriage,
but he was boyfriend-ed with so many girls from ballet school
and elsewhere that he was already 40.

In retrospect's call, of "robbing the cradle",
the phrase doesn't apply, due to his early-to manhood beginnings.