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I always encounter a certain amount of trepidation when it comes to live reviews. I have resigned myself to the idea that if I do not like what I am listening to, I simply do not say anything, and that mindset is a direct result of an editor once telling me that I could not…
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I used to have a feature on my blog where I would write reflections of things that I have observed in specific spaces of time. This observation is one from my perspective as a student for the last six years. My father asked me today what I wanted to do when I was done with…
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Tornado word thought bubbles surround me dense and compacted depth Kenyon’s OtherwiseFrost’s The Road Not Taken Whitman’s Song of Myself Offer an orator’s optic advance of glances throughout the ages of man intrinsic in nature explode the ornery tempest before a path that yearns for consequential exchanges dipped in cold water alterations provoke the proclivity…
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I am so EXCITED to share with you my interview with Lesley-Ann Jones; I requested this interview not only because I adore an underdog story, but also because, as both a music business student and a poet, I am deeply fascinated by the concepts of minutiae and veracity. I also understand, from a legal standpoint,…
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Ok, so here we go, hit play on this link and listen while you read! RiverPerformed by: KinvaraWritten by: Joni MitchellProduced by: Nigel JenkinsSource: Eve Music Ltd. Kinvara’s version of River is haunting, like wandering through a winter landscape where nothing can be fixed and the only choice is to quietly slip away. The track…
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You will note as you read this review that the tracks start with a mellow vibe, then transition to a harder edge. There is something about music that drips into the veins of our identity and morphs into a myriad of responses. It is fascinating how there are now so many tracks that can be…
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Rania: “Hi Anna, I’m absolutely thrilled to have you here with me today, I am looking forward to diving down the rabbit hole with you. Let’s begin with my first question: how did you first discover the double bass, and what made you stay with it?“ Anna: “It was really by chance. At my school,…
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It’s Saturday night, I don’t have the time to sacrifice on preambles as I have two assignments due tomorrow at 11:59 p.m., and a lot of work. I would much rather focus on the music of this review. The songs selected will coat you with a powerful cornucopia of human emotion which spans a few…
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I had the pleasure of speaking to Singer/Songwriter Kinvara, who incidentally released her take on the classic track I Don’t Want To Miss A Thing today. We discuss a myriad of subjects from Kinvara’s love of various art media, how to cry properly in a theatrical environment, the importance of art on identity, and a…
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Join me as I take a deep dive down the rabbit hole with singer-songwriter Lauren Stewart in this candid and colourful instalment of Data Girl’s Rabbit Hole. From an origin in the music industry that would turn most people’s hair grey, to reaching the pinnacle of what it means to be a songwriter—this conversation explores…
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Drip, drip, drip, warm salty liquid falls off the peak of a cheek weaponised affection fake accolades of praise proven to rest as faux gauntlets that offer queries of affection that never existed Sunbursts iridescence sunken sorrow an ache which spreads through the complete circumference of a ceramic bowl the sound of shattered pieces bits…
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I’ve been putting off writing this article, which should have been completed a month ago, because of the sheer energy it took to finish an Honours Undergraduate Degree in Behavioural Science over the past four years. From the start of the 2025 winter academic term, I posted a series of weekly poems chronicling the emotional…
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Over the past four years, I’ve been working toward an undergraduate degree in Behavioural Science, which I completed this month. I mention this because music played a crucial role in helping me succeed and remain focused. Lyrics, melodies, intention, and identity all matter deeply to me, which is why I’m extremely selective about what I…
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Superficial Paradise by Maiasaura—OK, seriously, stay buckled when you listen. This song will take you on a path that induces a cardiac event in the best possible way. Maiasaura engages in crisp, clean, and punctuated notes, with numerous pivots that leave you guessing where the track will go next. With superimposed vocals over high-octane music,…
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I don’t think anyone has time to waste on a superfluous intro, so let’s dive right in. Welcome to Data Girl’s Rabbit Hole first review of 2025. Please note that reviews will be written every fourth Friday of the month. If you have something reviewed, email it to datagirlsrabbithole@gmail.com. Now… let the musical games begin!…
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HAPPY RELEASE DAY Girls Just Wanna! I am so overjoyed to share my interview with April Rose of Maiasaura. Happy listening everyone. Oh, and when you are done check out Girls Just Wanna on all digital platforms today.
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Every writer wants to scribe magnificent content. However, most writing is found discarded or forgotten. There was a mentality ages ago that printed press would be utilized to line birdcage, papermache, or to wrap fish and chips. Although some words remained seared in the mind, the tactile artifacts are obliterated; there is the odd scrapbook…
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Poisoned passion patterns the moment of conception forges a battlecry severe in nature screams of muted nature voiceless yet still able to communicate Euphemisms of Shakespeare’s quill united bloodlines that diminish the vibrant light of the sun a chord that strangles when trials tighten an oubliette with…
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I feel both privileged and honoured to write this review ahead of the official release on September 12, of Kinvara’s breathtaking rendition of I Don’t Want to Miss a Thing, written by the legendary Diane Warren. It’s also essential to note the prolific guitarist playing throughout this track, is Nigel Jenkins. Kinvara offers a poignant…
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I love you murmurs exit stage left eradicated by pseudo expressions curled violent fingers with pointed nails sharped on a grey tombstone of tormentors past Silver thread and a needle crafted from the calamus of a horned owl feather, dipped in stainless steel. (Sparkly optics ready…
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Battlecry soft silence warm tears on the cold side of the pillowRobert Frost knew the wisdom of pathways that converge upon each other to understand each step propels a trajectory Ice cream in a chocolate dipped sprinkled cone, oozes in the small indents achievement of…
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Sustenance in salt-teen crackers and energy drinks inform the stress of a student throughout the last two weeks of the completion of an undergraduate degree Methodology, ensconces a purposeful thesis edit after edit after bloody edit a coarse voice croaks absent from a Pinky Pie squeal of excitement realisations brought to the forefront of a…
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Carnivorous cerebral delight manages to reignover the course of four years heartache ensues broken bonds forgered on falsehoods slowly torn parchment decay of souls dark blemished cavitiesin the crevace slivers ripped from their tethers with unapologetic houndstooth not of the pretty pattern variety crimson drips from the edges of Cinderella’s dress annihilation caused by hatred …
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Each mission in life you’re asked to rise not skulk pain echoes throughout each chamber of a patch quilt heart Pound your fists against a chest that’s fabricated with a thing candycoat shatter the pretense fall to your knees with brown optics the well, fills, holds…
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Gipetto had to slice Pinocchio’s heartstrings to understand the reality of survivalsome strings are broken on their own others must be to ensure resilience and agency Each stage in lifepropels a massive ball of possibly from a trebuchet so grand it puts the one in Lord of Rings to pure shame there was a…
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Thrash ineloquence ill equipped behaviour now I true “ironic” sensehow about a dialogue on the importance of the original miss manners Stolen slices of birthday cake before a wish is forged obliterated in time The effigy in the town square was removed prior to doing so silence was implementedgold used to assist those in need …
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Fall into the meter long grass surrender that part of you those who find are not worthyimpact of who you are how you spread your syrupy liquid insincerity Roll in your filthof insecurity tossing your reckless facadeself loathe innate sense of just yuck you are yuck in the muck lol academically stated once a museshattered…
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Lay yourself bare granules, of course, brown sugar slowly move through the hourglass portal of moments in between moments where disappointment is revealed in communiques Forged false fatalistic fake bonds never strengthened pathway upon pathway offers discourse of torment release the ethereal essence of the pain caused…
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The comprehension of what a human requiresis beyond fathanable when true pain solidifies Wolves dance around the sheep as if to subdue pillage and capture the soul purity exists in essence to underst… Born only with one puzzle piece uncooked by venus fly trip’s mouth breath leads to breath tracks cemented in large ovals …
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Human magique exists in small morsels of time, it’s frightening how individuals will close themselves off to any semblance of eloquence. Appreciation of those who surround us, who accept us no matter how vulnerable we allow ourselves to be; lift us up. Then there are humans who want to savagely deplete us of all our…
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Realizations start to stick when bein the betrayed and the and the betrayed are met with an equal amount of disgust. Trust us something that probably must be earned. Bit by bit the gauntlet of tests takes place to decipher a worthy soul. “Do you know how many tests you’ve passed since we met?””You broke…
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At times, it frustrates when we don’t see our selfworth and its existence abolished self-awareness yields disturbance “You are worthy of envy!” Arrogance is unpleasant syrupy disingenuous words uttered to manipulate jealousy is counterproductive especially as a result of human suffering Once brought to the forefront of my brain, the…
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Grab some comfortable pj’s and your favourite post Christmas treats and listen!
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Poets Rania M M Watts and Luke Young have just released their collaboration Sick: Twisted Drinking Game today, Friday the 13th. Absent of any triskaidekaphobia, Sick: Twisted Drinking Game explores the darkest facets of humanity via the vessel of poetry. Luke: “This book was born in a scorched field and pieced together from the ashes…
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FEMME FATALE FRIDAY ON DATA GIRL’S RABBIT HOLE WITH RANIA M M WATTS & LIGHTING DESIGNER JAMIE FADDEN
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Pure in spirit cause fear leveled arrogance lackunderstatement vulnerability unable to encounterintertwined manipulation enacts an itinerarywhich marinates in L’Étranger variety of indifference penned by Camus unable to withstand love Dragon green opticshighlight eyeshadowed iridescent scales glance of interest escapes an intense glare of numb Sausaged inside of self loathed narcissism unable to cypher…
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At the bus stop humans engagedin an altercation fingertips pressfor more volume Story of my Life by Social Distortion plays louder muted voices reduced to nothingness On the bus LOUD conversations irrational voices at peak volumeyell at whoever is on the other end air out dirty laundry to packed sardined passengers Prints gently press…
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Parched lips intertwined tonguespossession entranced catalyst of fear consequences of lost affection exhibited proclivity to share thoughts What occurs when Death is in love? When challenged with organic adoration slink away in the shadow with a black velvet cloak emerald green dragon eyes scales encircle pieces of flesh slowly mate skin metamorphosis to a…
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You cannot claim the essence inside this vessel a pointy scythe near the throat prepared self-annihilation termination of all possibilities poof! No longer in existence cognition obliterated familiar to the broken being Camille Claudel MADNESS incarnate Proclivity for talent and lost inside the once lover tenderly caressed her body strong hands that would glide across…
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I honestly never know what type of content I am going to get when I interview Awakening Autumn, nevertheless, it is always entertaining at times subjects fluctuate from the abyss of silliness into extreme severity. I so genuinely appreciated the opportunity for the FIRST time ever to interview the entire band; McKade, Spencer, Logan, and…
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As I enter my penultimate semester of my Honours Bachelor Behavioural Science undergrad, I am reminded of a piece I wrote for my high-school newspaper. Similar in context to my current state of mind as it pertains to the completion of this degree. I was engaged in dialogue with a good friend when I shared…
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3:30 am, that was the time I sat in the darkness of my room under my blue comforter and listened to EVERY single song from Pamela McNeill’s 8th album Wave After Wave. I was completely frozen as I listened to all the songs. I think, if you have not yet grabbed your copy, that you…
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Cemented Ink! is never boring when engaged in dialogue with writer Kevin Zoldan. This follow-up interview was exceptionally fun and thought-provoking; especially being able to discuss one of my first loves of Prose Writing. And, my consistent disdain for reading books digitally absent all the tactile experiences; there is nothing quite like having a printed…
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Conceptualized audio inquisition reused canvas, imprinted hues kaleidoscope of colourinfused inside fresh starts works exist with a presenceto create something phenomenonal Shattered core battered and bruised a ravaged psyche word contradict action and intent a light zephyr of bar line notes transforms into a hurricane fortified in ocean tidals Not a case of…
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The moment my knee was scrapped haunts seared in the mind fondness forged within its fantastical feast plucked clusters of memories a bouquet in that instance a Queen of Hearts “off with their heads” special stems with leaves and thorns what once held the crown destroyed vile anger with a dash of pain sprinkle of…
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As someone who simultaneously has two time zones in their mind at a time, I am constantly up at all hours. We all know the Music Industry can be an experience steeped in all things “Up, down, turn around, please don’t let me hit the ground (New Order, Temptation, 1982)., kind of moment. Where passion…
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Welcome to my Part 2, with Giovanni Dominici. In this interview, we discuss his journey as a guitarist. If you were impressed by the age Giovanni began his sound journey, you are going to be more so with the fact that he picked up his first guitar, six years of age; it should be noted…
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Speaking from experience, watching Giovanni Dominici work sound, is one of the most remarkable things to behold. Gio shared how he tenaciously began his sound journey at the young age of 15 years in Italy; and, is now working all over various venues in London. Click play and listen to what he has to say…
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When I sit and contemplate the dungeon that captivated my spirit, I am well aware of the barb wires aligned against the wall which stiffed my growth. It was brought to my attention recently that darkness requires immense light to be wiped out. Lack of joy should never occur and never exist. Our senses are…
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As I have mentioned in numerous articles the concept of identity is one that I truly fell in love with in my first year of undergrad. To be able to understand the components of what cements a self-identity which cannot be broken by anyone. How each step of a resilient story brings one to…
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I was truly excited to be able to engage in a dialogue with Babs Savage! Babs wears so many chapeaus it is ridiculous, an Acupuncturist by day, by night a Playwright, and Singer/Songwriter extraordinaire. A myriad of topics were discussed in the hour and four minutes and 54 seconds of this discussion. Please note, Babs…
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Pandora crept where Narcissus knelt near the reflection pool Legend says years ago, maybe decades or a millenia Narcissus & Pandora were lovers he promised everything to Pandora. Earth, Fire, Water, Air Vows to never abandon seeds of rooted pledges a pact of phrases which sear the brain in the core of the hippocampus where…
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I am so excited to share with all of you my podcast with Luke Young about our forthcoming book Sick: Twisted Drinking Game. Although we discussed this book will be released at the end of May, life has completely gotten in the way and placed us into an early summer release. In the meantime, happy…
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Over the last few days thoughts have lingered in my mind with regard to Regina Mills, and Mr. Gold from Once Upon a Time, aka The Evil Queen and Rumpelstiltskin. I realise that to reference a fantasy show is not exactly the most academic of endeavours. (I could potentially discuss the benefits of Shakespeare on…
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Compact five year old tiny physicality fierce in spiritused the calf of a protector to conceal herselfwith one eye on either side behind that of a man sworn as a sentry tenacity possessed this small being who’d been discarded in a forest — a human milk carton, all the nutrients sucked dry — energy vampires …
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The subjective nature of writing and compliments fuel innumerable thoughts, and concepts which originate in the spongy and yet spikey brain. Obstacles fasten themselves securely to that of the human condition. These Alice in Wonderland MASSIVE size blockages are at times derived from our own seeded thoughts; while others have the potential of risen roots…
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You know those quiet moments when you think to yourself, how could I have let that happen? I want to coyote ugly myself or erase those fractured spaces in between the pain and euphoria of life? That is exactly what Sick: Twisted Drinking Game is about, a medium where all of life’s insanity collides in…
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Not ideal when love is ignored painful in its nature inconsequential lack of comprehension emits ignorance and extreme inflexibility to openness Adoration exists it must in order to move forward the schism that rises between a soul between fused and defused hooked to the point of pierced flesh and unhooked with a bandage Those who…
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Ebb and flow existence induces the truth a warm Merino wool blanket keeps long nimble fingers toasty A body used to the demise of time essential freedom in those who march one foot by one foot by one foot by one foot away Serpents echo for peace …
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Please note, this is a repost of one of my favourite reflections! xo Once upon a time the founder of this blog used to write opinion pieces; it has been a VERY long time since I’ve written a piece on poetry. However, I’ve been feeling very inspired by my Muse lately, so I thought why…
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As a behavioural science student we are constantly asked to identify behaviours that are measurable, observable, and that other’s can agree with. Which I affectionately refer to as the MOO: Operational Definition. Lately, I find myself contemplating how some individuals evolve with time whilst others don’t. Last week I read a Facebook post that said,…
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They call usBoss Babesand QueensThey call usWolves and WolverinesThey think our power liesin our wildnot in how we tameThey don’t realizewe embrace all descriptionsso damn eloquentlyas wework create love expressand get things doneneeding only“Woman”as our claim
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A month before classes end for the year, my dream placement in OBM awaits me. I’m reminded of how many professors and mentors I’ve had, and the gratitude for the lessons I’ve received. Regardless, of whether a lesson was painful, or one consumed by mirth — it has allowed me to grow into the desire…
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Today Luke Young asked if I would like to write an article for CCIQ Press about women’s experience in the industry. I was surprised, flattered, and intimidated. Luke is a published author, journalist, and poet. He is a seasoned, professional mixologist. He’s my supervisor at the bar. I’m a woman, who works in the cocktail…
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The nine Muses: Calliope, Clio, Polyhymnia, Euterpe, Terpsichore, Erato, Melpomene,Thalia, and Urania fascinate me! A couple of the classes I had in high school,Humanities and Mythology, rooted me early in life for a love of the arts. I’ve learned toappreciate the different mediums that art emulates. I find sculptures impressive,especially when they’re made out of…
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Enter stage right, drama enter stage left, man who caused enter centre stage, the disappearance of drama when said man is removed Have you ever truly desired an eternal sunshine of the spotless mind a specific entity from your mind all happy memories annihilated with a strong force of sentiment that is empirical when brought…
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The ships were gone at lastTheir stinking carcasses of wet wood and copulating rats goneNo longer befouling our harbor with their lustful gazes and floating refuseBefore departing we took their leaderClaiming him in order to correct the error of his existenceHe: The symbol of their pathetic virility We freed his eyes from the tomb of…
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Mirrors reveal hidden secrets motorcycle tracks in the creases of her face affection even post demise “Shhh, baby I want you to watch. Look into my eyes our legs intertwined my hand on my stone body don’t look away. I need you to see me. I need you to swallow me.Be with me fully, completely.“A…
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The months of summer were consumedAt a rocky outcropping perched on a rippled sandbankMicroplastics and debris littered the beach with each tidal changeBottles with messages unread collecting unnoticed Their first meeting was dreamlikeA hallucination of myth and manhoodHe was drunk on youth and rumplemintzShe was moonbathing and softly singing They both questioned the encounter later…
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My Dearest Love – I’ve missed you immensely. I never wanted us to be wrecked, I wanted you in my life, even in small doses. To see that love is not laughable and requires tenderness, something that you will never allow. You said, you are a man of your word, only toward the end. Promises…
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She got a kick out of writing in the cards at the pharmacy Eagerly awaiting new holidays The switch over from one set of cliches to anotherHer favorite ones were the brightly colored love statements Pink and heart stainedAttempting humor or romantic notionThings like “I couldn’t ask for someone who loves and supports me more…
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Hairline cracks reach towards the ground from each porcelain white mug Decades of hot drinks move between the dish pit to the server’s hands and then to a customer’s lips and back againIt was an exchange of chemicals, money and momentary relief Ruled by the diner and overseen by an underpaid employeeThe waitress After a…
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I hate how part of my brain belongs to you I hate how I still even after the creation of this cake my soul aches I feel long fingers reach my body long undeniable caresses a body that isn’t shameful at the thought of a pout or beg to capture true essence of a bourbon…
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Pandora did not just have one box there are a myriad of multisized cubes in her possession The witch crept and quietly searched while optics were engrossed on recipe titles a mind wandered to moments of intimacy Me: “My true form is tiny.”You: “Seriously?” Me: “Yes!” You: “Fucking crotch puppet!” Me: “What?” You: “I’ve always…
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I said: “I love you!”I said: “I cannot go through what happened last time.”I said: “Do not to toss me away — AGAIN!”I said: “I missed us.”I said: “I regret you!” (I lied) The lie was complicated came from my lips, oozed like warm honey from one of my favourite recipes One’s word, defined as…
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I want to listen to you breathe every night babyI must leave in the morning darling, my aunt needs meI need youYou have meI want all of you, all the timeMy loved one we will be together again I cannot waitYou must darling you must (she nestles into him, lifting her lips to his ear…
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Skeletons rise buried together punishment based price paid for desirescratched on the bones a myriad of mmm’s how would one define a poor lover? Absence of reinforcement inability to connect on a soulful level connection exists with purpose humans who orbit each other tendrils absent of the capacity to release hooks exist for a reason…
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I cannot get your dark green dragon optics from my core each piece of glass scratches intentionally, the pointiest tip to pierce the flesh of all X digits M on each one in cursive a feast of the flesh possible with rubbed prints These fingers touch my body with ease and a burgundy burn you…
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Take this switchblade and carve your initial on my middle digit M for maleficence I’ve done the same blended plasma With your bloody finger caress your body — meander on the thought of my bloody finger as you stroke your womanhoodallow my essence to climax with you, all I want is to watch you in…
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Last week was the start of my 6th semester, one of my classes is Addictions; this weekend part of our homework was to write about our choice of various videos that focused on the concept of Addiction. One of them was by Dr Gabor Maté, his video discussed compassion; for some reason that had me…
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The first time I heard the music of Natalie Shay was on April 23, 2022; the song was Two Sparks! I was hooked on her music the moment I heard it. Natalie’s most recent track Figure of 8 released on October 6, 2023 is an empowering song that focuses on an anthem of self love…
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HAPPY NEW YEAR! Welcome to the first review on Data Girl’s Rabbit Hole, I have once again hand selected tracks, of not only music I enjoy; but also artists I have seen perform either in the flesh or on a live stream with the exception of Banners. I honestly do not feel like wasting time…
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A fractured identity can bring with it a plethora of complications. When it is time to contemplate all the things that occur in the small corners of the human mind the realisation of ridiculous thought completely ensues. In attempt to protect the core we as human beings write things off that should never be; the…
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I cannot begin to tell you how much fun Luke & I had recording our second annual Unchristmas Special; the creepy conversation ensued throughout with a lot of whimsy in the middle. So my suggestion is that you grab your favourite drink, alcoholic or not and anything with chocolate in it and simply press play!
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I cannot begin to tell you how much I love the music industry, it is one of the few places where I am completely at home, in a skin that makes me feel so incredibly complete. In October, during my trip to the UK, I was fortunate to watch Isabella Coulstock perform twice, it consumed…
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Not all talk creative in demeanour and viscous defender casual never existed in this lexicon Stupid humans misunderstood attempt to manifest controldiminished capacity of character years later old bones are dug from the far left section of of the cemetery Possibility of utterances that could have caused pain lies concealed in an ocean of hysterical…
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Close to the end of my first semester of my third year of HBBS has me in profound contemplation mode. The subject of my thoughts, mentors. The mentors who have been there and those who disappeared in fear of me being “too unruly”. The realisation bled there is a genuine quality to the purity of…
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In 2019, when Ted Lasso’s inception had begun, there was a perception that the entire content of the show was marinated in anything and everything football a.k.a. that is European and UK Soccer to all you people who don’t know exactly what football is. Ted Lasso is enveloped in a plot that is immensely riddled…
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The funny thing about life is that it truly does afford people in our lives during the most ridiculous times. I remember, I met Ari, years ago, I loved how her poetry always offered a type of collaboration with historical poets. Artemis, has an imagination that is beyond compare and is open to the exploration…
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Operational definition gather all thought corpses presented as upcycled thoughts although they were broken thoughts placed in a handmade white wicker basket offered in times of pseudo honesty one by one residual ache Presence of a patch quilt heart acceptance of comprehension addiction exorcism remarkable humans reside void of financial obligation Every single rotunda corner…
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After, my podcast with Georgia Melaris, I thought that it be important to give all of you a little taste of what Daniela is like. Georgia was very kind in allowing me to post the entire first chapter. If you like what you read, which I know you will check out Daniela; you only have…
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Have you ever heard the song “Music was my First Love“ by John Miles? That is a very true fact for me. Before poetry, way before a poetry actually, I fell in love with music. I began to sing in choir at the age of eight, and genuinely relished it. It would offer me such…
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