Wave Rider Splash
Are these trips suitable for riding on Long Island, New York?
the land of adventure and Splish Splash in Long Island, New York. I go there the next week, and my cousin and I scheduled the attractions trip: AVENTURA-LAND: Silver Pirate Ship Music bumper cars twister express whale Haunted House freewheel giant balloon tower [a little child] lol Ladybug mountain wave swings Hurricane Mountain Adventure Crocodile falls run Splish-Splash: alien invasion twister giant Rio lazy Hollywood Stunt Rider Shotgun Mamut River Splash landing falls. Max Trax Abyss Barrier Reef Cliff Diver Surf City Dragons Den giant wave pool Twister That is all. I want to go to the games that we can all stay together, is just me and my cousins 2. We are all 13. We could go to games sometimes separately, but we are not definitely going to stick. For those of you who have been in both places, give me your advice please!
I'm sorry, but I've never been there sorry
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Bipolar Poetry of the mind of a manic-depressive person
I have included some of my personal work, then see if you can find the differences with other compositions they have read.
Viewed from the clouds of color grooming
Intersection of students
Pats the cornea to send visions
I have really wanted to tell a trillion things
They are told through our eyes connected chains
My soul no longer falls
A focal point for dance about
And two are forced to fall
I saw that day
The stark finding an early release
The reconciliation of the world of the living
For shortcut pain
Without feeling the pleasure, pending
One certainty is already
Brought from the recesses of the mind
A cold heat, dark
God is an idea
Comes a mistake, there is no sense
Euphoria of love, drugs, sex, art
The uniqueness of us all
Party even for small
We are sacred, luminous beings
Cage and released into bodies of animals
The day was night
Any day in any way
A familiar touch
I thought let me down away
Through the shell cracked
Order of a general depression of clay
Our flesh fades wall
When he saw us, while
Madness
Designing both
The construction of so little
Maps Minute
That's not drawn in time
Never, explore
Jump into the black hole
You never come out the same
So here the light of His Name
waves the size sheeted warmth, redness
Passing through an endless spiral tube
Orgasms and calm the child death
The moment captured
We mixed that day, already
large steel towers gestated force
Lure overseas visitors
Stop by a lack of intensity
Masses peer views pixel
Varying degrees of ballistics on the pilot
A clumsy palate physics
In this way, the senses are becoming
Embroidery Manifesto
The birth of this splendor
Here is a company of death
Impressions itself in the subconscious
Precursor ripple meat
A sacred, ensuring thinking
Volume dreams of a trampoline without limits
Color images give me
A reward explosives
Do I need to expose?
Let others see my living entrails
Mouth-to-toe wedges
An engine horrible, bloody
Supplements and traps within
Other Disgusting sharply
Giving heart, taking oil life
A shrunken liver
Ridiculed by excess energy
Dissipated to others what
Stomach eager to digest
Send consciousness, in my opinion
To enjoy full range
The seeds sown in a safe breath
Keep the machine running
Written pain splashed wood flooring
Put food on a plate mental
Most filling content down
Not numbers, not life and letters
Dogma can not take this fact
My bile support of another, ingestion ways
And this does help me
Cleanse me from evil deeds
People never know
Never the experience of other
Dramatic, random worlds
Born into, but flexible
The connection is probed
Interpreted as a smile
Or a face
Decision Tirado found
Neutral, swaying
Spontaneously Seconds
Release thoughts, actions
Each choice is executed
Through space, passions time
magic trick
The shadows of darkness
Conceived in hate
Misguided power
Ghosts of energy
Caress old wounds
They extend to kill the mockingbird
Cut the wings to hate bleeding
strings See tore pieces
Violence drops
Death by the numbers
Millions, billions
One by one part of the world
distant dreams are captured
Every day, every second
A long dip in the pool
It is an undulation of the only consequence?
Faces, Souls, shares, issued
In an anecdotal memory pool
Pain, death, joy, orgasm
They melt in all facets
The fear is forgotten
Throwing aside informal greeting
Delve in an episode without conditions
His arm is longer than the eye can see
No slowing down to see the sheets of skin
Puncture wounds, torn
Upsetting the look, without considering that sparks
We burn our own light
The length of the Eye
Drops
We can fly
Do not die
In tears remorse
Energy mix here and there
Spending time extending
Drops
What is the greatest tragedy?
Being born with the gift and suffer
The consequences of madness
Or at least birth gift
Never knowing the madness
A feeling appeared
I know it's there
Felt she knew
Circles of consciousness
Symmetric bonds of gravity
Glimpses of hope
Cut into your heart
Deeper than thought
Left to see this place
There's nothing here but empty unfortunately
Cut your heart
Cut your heart
Courts of your heart?
Moments of the blood that feeds
Moments of red fear is what will
Lists of the lives of gathering
It accounts for empty tables
Pain holds life
A surge of emotion
Contrast light wings
The meat is what pleases
Leaves absent winding question
Shed between partitions
Life is a continuous experience
Inebriation, clarity
I wanted so much
Already there
Since the spectrum
To find God in music
The low, angels
The prayers of acute
lyrical prose
The divine saviors
Stopping all at once
Or just random events
Lost in time
Unnoticed, forgotten
The difference, insignificant
An ant among the millions of
From an ancient god
Defiant among many
Curiosity is painful
Let's leave this bar
Cold is mired in dogma
Greased in fear of disrespect
Struggled to deal with in
You slide down, down
Swallowed a curse I love
I want to tell all
These thoughts minutes
After lifetimes in my mind
More precious then diamonds
Lost in the coal dust
These snippets of my way
It could open a mountain of the gods among us
This pain
Wanting to live
Every second, every life
Ideally, I want a new story
When the villain lives
True justice
In an uncertain world
Direction, say: an illusion
Lives are but a series of movements
Planned for thoughts, feelings
Embrace the call prehistoric
Rejecting society
Previously designed coordinated tenure
That's just some things that randomly pop in my head every day. When people read them, I often grimacing or looking very confused. Sometimes when I look in the eyes of a bipolar person, I see the reflection of my own madness.
About the Author
Alexander Dott is a bipolar man searching for ways to maintain sanity while surrounded by sane people. He finds and researches the habits of other manic-depressives through via an interesting and humorous method he muses about at:
