all any means

The Yaelong hold power their reach it is long their family systems are tight-meshed and strong. Long ago we'd quarrel o'er land and resources but quickly did learn to combine our small forces into some quick response and some quick action teams who crush all intruders by various means. Their guerrilla tactics we've much added to combining in lessons from Ho Chi Minh too and also from Mao and from Rommel to boot wherefore primed and ready is this armed offshoot. In truth though it makes up the bulk of our guard yet only emerges as a high trump card to mop up the damage done unto such fools who eschew good company's longstanding rules. From trench and from cupola alley and ditch with blood whipped up into a mad fever-pitch will every man woman child et ceterum stand up for to expel from home hearth and womb such Ynki Rus Kossak or Turkmeni brute who should dare on our precious soil set foot. Grigovian weapons and that Yaelong guile should help us keep hold on our freedom a while – for lest we get bombed out like the Nips once got there's nothing can move us from this awesome spot.

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approaching 7 figures

Los Angeles, CA 28 July 2015

Shirleigh Ratchthwana, former war-crimes prosecutor and current head of Public Relations for the Los Angeles County Museum of Art (LACMA), denounced today the destruction of priceless cultural artifacts within a stone's throw of the museum's main entrance. “We regularly watch as groups of vandals deputized to their duty by the City of Los Angles (City) strip layers of art from our town's various walls, sign-posts, and switching boxes – daily and without relent. Examples of this art include stickers en collage or solo, pasted-up paper pieces, and those that are sprayed-on. By its actions and those of its deputies, City demonstrates an alarming lack of appreciation for such art as it presides over, regardless if that art should hang in a gallery or on a street corner.” Art that happens to be located in public, or street art, is created by daring and talented individuals who risk fines and abuse if caught in the act of application. Pieces by the most famous modern graffitos can fetch sums approaching 7 figures. Fundamentally human in its chaotic and spontaneous nature, street art – graffiti – is one of mankind's oldest documented yet least hallowed forms of artistic expression. Whether in the walls of Teotihuacan and Giza or the ruins of Stonehenge and Sumer, the scratches and scribbles of a million faceless graffiti-writers bridge the gaps of time.

“We stand now witness to a great extinction,” said Dr. Horatio B. Gherrt, professor of art history at Harvard's Schoullenbarg School for Contemporary Art. “This extinction, however, this mass die-off, is not of beast but of beauty, not of aardvark or antelope but of art itself. A solitary artist working by herself would take months – even years, or never – to create such pieces of perfectly blended chaos, such though-evoking combinations of logo, typeface, cultural icon, and slogan – old and new, obscure and obvious, crude and tender. Yet such collages spring into being on otherwise unadorned and publicly-accessible spaces virtually overnight and completely free of charge to the city, which then expends resources to scrape them down or cover them in dull, gray paint.”

With municipalities across the world continuing to criminalize the application of street art and refusing to recognize its value and beauty, the future still looks bleak for artists who follow the ancient human urge to mark their passage with note or scrawl (but without a by-your-leave). “So long as there are people, there will be graffiti,” said Ms. Ratchthwana. “Instead of simply destroying things they don't understand, we hope that City leaders will soon treat street art as they would treat a Van Gogh painting or Ming-era vase – as part and parcel of mankind's cherished cultural legacy, something that deserves to be protected.” City declined to comment for this article.

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quick magical slide

Uncanny and welcoming hectic and vast is road-grid and heart of this city of class. Los Angeles friendo is where it is at where fortunes can change at the drop of a hat where a simple gesture can upset the tides and time does a fluid quick magical slide. Its highways and ocean its palm trees and dust its holy points one time to visit one must and bow to the fault-lines deep down and above that threaten with shaking yet embrace with love. It's fine to be back but there's not much left here that I haven't witnessed before through the years so where does that leave one who roams far and wide? To find within truth and to find it inside...

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in this spot

Our ruins are open to visit this week – come by for a glimpse and come by for a peek. With houses aplenty both restored and not you'll learn how our ancestors lived in this spot and lived without waste want or much luxury and lived so much simpler than you or than me. In stone water-channels they brought in their drink with others they led away waste-water's stink and erected stout walls to keep foes at bay and erected store rooms for grain and for hay. They had more than one cult and one ritual indeed many of them did not pray at all yet lived out their in peaceful co-living that was one of sharing and kindness and giving. No house was much larger than the one next door and most of them had but a single ground-floor but some of them boasted a bin in the roof for making food storage both rain- and rat-proof. There's tons more to learn here in this our town so stop for a visit if you are around and sample the recipies used way back when – we're sure you will come back again and again.

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Berber of birth

There's told of a wanderer Berber of birth who came to Grigovia spreading his mirth. He also spread Islam that still lives today but which we here practice in much our own way without dire enforcement of too many rules while still making use of its fine social tools. Yibin al Ba'huttah was the wise man's name, from far to the West of the sunset he came to share bizarre stories of lands set in snow and that place to which Muslim faithful must go. His goal was an empire far from our own (which he did call Qinku'ha) to make there his home and serve as a minister under its king and share with him ritual knowledge and teaching. If he ever made it we now do not know but were much heartbroken to then see him go in search of warm climates and fortune and glory that man who so brashly wrote his own life-story.

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wraiths are dumb

The wraith said not sorry and said not goodbye but fled through a crack in the roof of the sty and made like the dickens for its yonder grave and set its mind working like wood on a lathe. Its plans they were finished in one minute flat for it could not ponder much longer than that and fled back outside its old master to seek in a shadowed tree and by a muddy creek. Its master it found not and soon did not know just why it had ventured out over the snow to float through a landscape it no longer knew but oh well those wraiths are dumb – what can one do?

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find happiness with

To celebrate victory in Ynkiland we break out the bubbly and strike up the band. For too long have all people there in the place lived under the jackboot of hatred for race and hatred for they who prefer the same sex – after this achievement what shall follow next? Will people of darker skin-tones than some others be treated as neighbors as sisters and brothers or will they still be sent to rot in dark cells in cruel private prisons in tightly-cramped hells? We ended our drug war in 1980 and now treat our addicts compassionately and now all our people all Grigovians can make up their own weekend drug-using plans without undue concern their doors will be smashed by mummified officers angry and brash. Huzzah for the homos – a battle they've won – and can now get married to most anyone who agrees to find joy and find happiness with other vagina with other penis. We'd made legal and normal long long ago the tendency of some of us to 'homo' indeed we passed laws back in 1905 that has kept selfsame-love healthy and alive. Well done then, Americans, but do not rest for this is the first of just many more tests to see if you can join the ranks of such nations that choose to make not war but love-celebrations.

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an hypnotic daze

The swell of the century does sound its call and all of us surfers come hither enthralled to stare at the beauty of the pounding waves to dare to wade out in an hypnotic daze. This isn't a lie here it's not a tall tale about those Grigovian high-mountain vales so please do just skip this one, give me a pass, forgive my glaring and base lack of class. The surfboard is mounted the gas-tank is full and such is the majestic incessant pull of those big-old breakers there pounding the sand that I will now bring this here piece to an end.

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plenty of ten

A garrisoned plenty of ten to fifth men does overwatch city and mountain and fen. Its weapons are wily its purpose is clear – to guard us from enemies foreign and near. Its symbols are ancient its rites they are true its colors are ocher green and a light blue for all such harm-seekers it does lie in wait from bright early morning to dark even late. Now join you this plenty now pledge you thine arm to keep from Grigovia threat worry harm to protect the homeland and keep us all free – huzzah for the Plenty of Ten and Fifty.

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our cities dense

To make ourselves ready for the coming storms has our central government enacted norms to sharpen Grigovians' due self-defense from single farm-havens to our cities dense. We must stand together to counter the drive of corporate powers who consume alive both nations and regions nay entire lands and back up with arms their capitalist plans. The ore in the soil the fish in the sea belong to all peoples to you him and me and shall not be used up to make a few rich and shall not be stolen by some greedy bitch. For next they'll steal sunlight and oxygen too and charge us for using both voice and mind too and squeeze us of life-force and enslave our kin unless we bind together to conquer these men. Too long has this people lived freely anon to now just retreat before battle is won wherefore we now rise up and duly proclaim: Our land is our business say you no more or tempt us to sell ourselves like we were whores or get us to give up our long-standing claim to life free of cruel and imperial stains; For we as a people will not just lie flat and give what is ours to men already fat – we'll gladly share with anyone who's in need but will not engender to support the greed of they who've big houses in many a land who kneel to the Ynki and his evil plans; So leave now these borders and come you no more and dare not to darken the jam of this door for we are quite happy to live out our lives like any old normal and regular guys; So take your grand scheming and scurry away and do not awaken this dragon today and test not our iron cold and proven will lest you your own life-blood are willing to spill.

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distant and far

All else being equal the balance they sought was by hidden perils both hampered and fraught. A mountain of mischief stood there in their path and deep was the impending terrible wrath of all of the agencies that they had spurned who then had to rebuild the bridges they'd burned. So hated and despised was this tiny group that it could not hope any costs to recoup and therefore decided to just up and leave and seek somewhere else its long-sought-for reprieve. It found shelter and many welcoming arms in our fine Grigovian houses and farms where they then lived simply and without worry and let their dear children explore in the trees. The homes that they found here have been proven strong which most of us knew from the start all along and now our dear brothers and sisters they are who came from a dark land both distant and far.

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friend patron kin

She'd left in a steamer off to the Far East where one of her aunts a plantation had leased. Upon her arrival there in that far place did she get a healthy and quite sudden taste of life in a country where she'd never been where she'd few connections to friend patron kin. As soon as her feet set down on that dark soil there was a sharp outcry from all those who toiled but were not well paid for their labors or time whereupon they rioted in their work-lines. The young lass did hurry away from the port as soon as she heard the rifle's sharp retort and witnessed the marching of colony troops whose bayonets glinted as did their black boots. She fled through the city and into a slum and was there more foreign than most anyone except for an old crone who savvied her plight and gave her somewhere to bed down for the night. The next day the city lay sorely abused while still brightly smoldered the stevedores' fuse and our pretty heroine soon understood that things in that colony were less than good. On reaching her relatives she was well met and told them no longer to worry or fret and told them she'd be heading back into town to help and assist they whose friendship she'd found. She'd then soon established a home for the sick and endured some beatings with long bamboo-sticks for her brash involvement in worker affairs by old and fat white men both baffled and scared that there was a Western girl out in the heat whose actions and rhetoric them would unseat. The workers won finally a few cents more and steeled themselves to head to battle once more and win Independence from their foreign masters and call themselves free men happily e'er after.

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non-royal fam

The house of our abdicant non-royal fam is focused on helping build shelters and dams not increasing riches or waltzing about while kids in this world still go to sleep without. They live in apartments quite modest in size like any old cluster of regular guys like any old troupe gang army murder clan from this side of Nowhere to Afghanistan. We thank them for staying here within our fen and taking our cause up again and again and fighting for us here in Grigovia for arbor vox populi et patria. All their fine castles now house works of art and all of their efforts do twinge at the heart and buoy the spirit and make the hairs rise so lift up those features and open those eyes; tomorrow is a myth as is yesterday and all of one's life is just now and today.

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noble and staid

With all the grains planted and growing anon the goddess of Springtime felt her labors done. Retiring her now-empty cornucopia she fled back to her peak high o'er Grigovia and sat there to look down as babe and wheat sprouted and all of mankind her great skillfulness touted. She had but a week or two (in Goddess Time) to rest her bones and drink some flagons of wine before she'd fly back to the Earth-Plains of Man to watch over new lives that in Fall began. She sat therefore silent and still as a rock her mouth it did but breathe and seldom did talk until it was her time to head off again back down to the rolling and now-verdant fen. Her course can be seen by us mortals below who look at the heavens when falling stars show the glinting of her long and golden white hair as she quick descends from that tall Heaven's Stair. We welcome her coming give thanks her for aid and honor her countenance noble and staid and build her an altar of twig and flower at each all and every new-baby shower.

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going right away

All made up in dress and bow she made to men her presence know by falling from the tallest stair with not a ruffle in her hair. There she stood and met their gazing short and pert and most amazing tough and ready for the day to get on going right away. Though her dress was torn and ripped the maiden did not give a drip for she was bruised from head to toe and let not once her anguish show. Long they'd talk about her action long would last their deep attraction for the one who'd had a fall at her own sweet débutante's ball.

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tidy but filling

The maiden was comely and hid in a bush and would not dare leave it until hunger pushed and pulled her back into the open again where she would then hunt in dale valley and fen. With skills well-developed she stacked the pelts high then dried and then tanned them under open skies then sold them at night to a woman she knew who lived in the manner of a barren shrew. To the comely maiden it changed not a thing for she and the woman would sit down and sing and share with each other tall tales of the past as well as a tidy but filling repast. Then on the next morrow the pelts would be sold to some local tradesmen both cunning and bold who'd venture up to the old woman's hovel and barter with her using foodstuff or shovel. One time the skilled maiden chose to stick around and hid in the bushes there on the shrew's grounds and spied her some man-flesh and soon became smitten and dropped as she ran away one of her mittens. A tradesman did find it and wondered aloud what sort of wee creatures were stirring about to which the old woman did respond in kind and mentioned the maiden with whom she oft dined. The tradesman went searching and spied him the lass and thought her stout build was of the finest class and bade the old woman to help the two meet in a morning meeting both swift and discreet. The woman invited the maiden to dine and broke out a bottle of her finest wine and left in the cottage the maiden alone then sent in the tradesman his heart filled with stone. The two hit it off though and soon became wed and rumpled the sheets of their marital bed and wandered the high plains hand-in-hand together and while making babies still crafted fine leather.

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up and raked

The serpentine structures do extend for miles are composed of heaped up and raked gravel piles that once served a purpose which we now don't know which only a few airborne surveys might show. The surveys conducted in previous times did reveal some tightly meandering lines that seem to observers with computer armed to reveal some secrets but not all their charm. Perhaps they were causeways for carrying goods perhaps they were once lined with pillars of wood perhaps they were used in bright ceremonies so that priests their treasures could transport with ease. We'll likely not ever know for sure the reason our ancestors spent all those ages and seasons constructing these structures from stone and rock-fall so we'll just go look at and measure it all.

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foes to clean

From deep in the caves of our dear capital come many a manner of full-throated yell. It's Springtime and therefore our committees meet to plan for defending our borders and streets from outside incursion by rank enemy whose aim is to take from us our Liberty. Far down in the cellars which join into one are all types of citizens – man and woman, teenager and greybeard – they're anarchists who hold self to account for all things that they do. They come and go freely, do drugs as they please, avoid saying Bless You when one of them sneeze, will stand up together and fight as a team in order this country of its foes to clean. Their meetings are raucous and lengthy affairs can only be reached via some hidden stairs can be infiltrated by all passers-by who are not concerned that their shoes should stay dry. With caches of weapons in good working order these fighters will die on our farthest-flung border to keep out invaders from our precious land – you too can come join up and make valiant stand 'gainst Ynki Rus Uzbek and anyone else for there is no challenge can cause us to melt.

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hunting and light

Revered for his wisdom and fertility is our gentle goddess named Daiyana'hi. She carries a quiver slung down at her waist and hers is a comely yet beautiful face and her things are childbirth and hunting and light to drive away hunger and impending night. A sister to Others who watch us below with healthy exertion her cheeks tend to glow she protects the fate of this our human race by protecting mothers with vigilant grace. Often depicted with a stag nearby she wanders green meadows and tall mountains high and shelters such persons who might lose their way and keeps them protected until light of day. Born to the Old-Father and his second wife her goal is to nurture all newly-born life and see to the success of hunting for food within her beloved expanses of wood. So come light a candle and say a short word to fair Daiyana'hi and her antlered herd and go take a walk in her forests and such and thank now the goddess who loves us so much.

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a starlight dance

The grass does blow gently with onset of Spring and in their deep burrows the small owls sing. The skies they are ribboned with clouds wispy white and small things crawl to and fro morning and night. Some small trees are growing where more moisture falls close by golden sandstone lofty canyon walls now providing shelter for small antelope while under them tough creepers spread splay and grope. The moon is a crescent hung low in the sky the bats from their hideouts now drop from on high and all things are peaceful even desert-cat whose outlines are pregnant with thick Summer fat. The rains have been coming quite regularly they bring forth much green on bush grass-clump and tree so sit back now relax and drink it all in for soon enough a starlight dance will begin.

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