User:Uterus 77

Hello. My name is Uterus 77 because of the word uterus. I love my uterus and I hug it everyday. I also smoke uterus'. I am very healthy because of this, and I am an expert at childbirth as it involves the uterus!

I recently found this poem in a book in my house, one of my late great-grandfather, and it is dated back to 1881. Please write on the Discussion Page about your thoughts on it:

I also put up some proverbs that my family always used. Comment on these on the Discussion Page, too!

Bluebells, Birds and Bees by Edward Young*
When I the meadow traveled, informed I the beauty in every flower, hidden beauty in the meadow every blade of grass, that observes the beauty in the movement of the animal; became been attracted the summer an explains that discusses for my indication, the colors show every indication, the seasoning the sincere calming air; urge that fast to the words, to describe him chose, that from irritates. It heard all round the indication of the were beauty, a feeling of the calm, that to break caused that my mind of refreshed is and do bad the bones, that, heard to become, smooths, the sides meadow and the flowers of colors through red and blue reached the point of the orgasm, I am in a position of only a mine succeed that the cheerful feeling to contain! The purity of the meadow that I love, that with an eye blow broke, I chose a prayer to describe when the understanding stem smooths was and is such prayer that I hear such protection such considered as a mother, when the uterus of the feminine type not, the magic and the fear and a part of the danger that a type of the vagina disimilar. Do such clarity not educate is, are hidden the charm around me the shadows in the depth certain for such so pure understanding? It provoked a shock and, some nude anesthetized is begged feared of this good product a, and the sheath of son. The price of such one of terrible of secrets of sheath, that destroying the power, that the spirits of the kingdom of that of no death of arrive, he of bad person, more before the another one dimension of a to the door of a, some the spirits of that, therefore sadistic and a tormented a, that is unfortunate finds the the pleasure in try the person that In. An it was of that he of well of guard, the pure greed for the cause for the infernal cell of the death the shower of them, flee, and their rule without the benevolence, their cruelty of incomparble, and the their enthusiastic ways, that one of that of not, that would describe of well purely an of evil of that of with of, another with would describe of that before the situation Has the death of malicious of his corrupt power is able to some given, the danger of shades in, has some disguises the bad of that of in of calmly, of whose of ressurrect decrepit he, that was lost in the coldness, an one of that of of recent an of an of now of do a nap, but a the majority of similar An Of beauty of an of, That of causes For malicious also of Of garment never I am lost is of then, that his personality annuls, all the absurd in, and he he that èsse ombra. of nell. The bees, what ran the seesaws from the air that my calms of grievous nerves, has, the cautious glamour that the yellow color blends my sight. The bluebells, becomes in the breeze of in the top and down of under, his shadows deviated that in the leap of eye by blue and violet, in the meadows, what every cause of diversions, to badly the bone in the body of expression does. The birds, that smooth of the sounds, that did it, if from the creature of the skies, its beauty arrived incomparably; like then distant a lot of birds that I, numbers in the pure beauty in that lost its flight. Alas, if the desire does not do, that such expression the type of the disguise of desire for the caution, is, some brands assembles become a previous disguise that the beauties, this smooth season the meadow, the end came, that was destroyed, the factory from. Not consequently, that cruel they were the shadows this creation from the fear of industial, it it a sight of the increases of revolt was hung and enticed a sadist a therefore over appreciated terribly to that a lot the moment that the torture of a fine field of the flowers, first for the were in a position of malicious destroys that all for the human words. In the a, that of rage exploded, destroyed I that wall the rock of the factory from the rock of brick, and that the shadows of diabolical a more I seal in the storm eternally my spirit, finally clarified became is, and returned the worsening in which depth of the underworld became.


 * = Edward Young is my great-grandfathers name.

Family Proverbs
"For each hens, that puts an egg will put another two!"-My father. MEANING: There will always be someone better than you.

"A step cannot obtain you far, but fifty steps will do!"-My mother. MEANING: If you keep on trying, you will achieve your potential.

"If she meets some walls headfirst, she will be hurt!"-My grandfather. MEANING: If you don't know what you're doing, you won't know what could happen.

"Meanwhile you perhaps will feel that you small have, will someone else smaller have!"-My grandmother. MEANING: Even when you don't have something, someone else will have less.

"The time has infinite wisdom, but it has not the infinite value!"-My great grandfather. MEANING: Time can teach us much, it does not last forever.

"To organize your appearance and your spirit will follow!"-My sister. MEANING: A tidy appeance will keep your mind tidy, too.