A quota is always something artificial that can only last for a certain period of time.
quote by Jacques Santer
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Apartheid Glorified
Quota Oh quota,
Worst than pota,
Racism strengthened and legalized,
Apartheid glorified and constitutionalized.
Islamic quota, Christian quota,
Harijan quota, tribal quota,
Backward quota, handicapped quota,
Regional quota, linguistic quota.
Quota madness welcomed,
Divisive forces institutionalized,
Ah poor meritorious soul! If this be so,
No end or balm for this woe,
No peace for bright wood,
No cure for thy mood.
poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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Artificial Light
Slow dancing in a disco,
Standing underneath the light show,
Illuminated by the artificial light.
I disbelieved it at first sight,
I couldnt tell if she was black or white,
It didnt matter in the artificial light,
Artificial light.
Artificial light.
Artificial light.
Artificial light.
First time I saw her she was easy to know,
She had nothing to hide, she put it all out to show.
She didnt cover up or try to conceal,
I knew the way that she felt cause her expression was real.
She didnt cover up the inside,
She showed it all on the outside,
Stark naked in the artificial light.
Everybody gotta learn to relax,
To be yourself you have to put on an act.
Get together in the artificial light.
And if I saw her in the light of day,
I wouldnt know what to say, I wouldnt know what had happened.
I only wanna know a world below,
Where we can be ourselves beneath an artificial glow.
And if youre scared what your friendll say,
And youre embarrassed by the light of day,
Get together in the artificial light.
Everybody let yourself go,
Everybody to a floor show,
Get together in the artificial light.
Artificial light,
Artificial light,
Artificial light,
Artificial light.
song performed by by Kinks
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When running to fill a time quota, however, the reverse happens. You can't make that time pass any faster by rushing, so you settle into a pace that feels right to you at the moment. Each minute above a quota is a little victory.
quote by Joe Henderson
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It is time for Congress to provide relief for tobacco farmers. Since the 1930's tobacco production has been regulated by a quota system, which required farmers to purchase quota in order to grow tobacco.
quote by Allen Boyd
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Artificial Things (Sextuple Senryu)
Artificial breaths,
Like mimicking feelings of
Love with empty souls,
Artificial love,
Like sex mimics of drugged, raped
Girls, being in chains,
Artificial sex,
Like mimicking life in the
Dolls for making love,
Artificial life,
Like raping dead women to
Sate sadistic needs,
Artificial need,
Like rape mimics during sex
For excitation
And excitations,
Like artificial breaths for
Necrophiliacs.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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The artificial and the real
In this world, the artificial and the
Real mix, and sometimes it is hard
To distinguish one from the other,
So here is the gauge:
The artificial man does not bleed,
The real man does,
The real man is not afraid to love,
The artificial does not
The real flower has a dew and
Can be torn apart and gives off a scent
The artificial flower gives a blank
Stare at you
And there is no question thrown
Away
The plastic, the wax, the foam,
The flesh, the blood, the sweat,
The dust, the stiffness, the wires
The feeling, the softness, the veins
But you must beware, I may feel you
And you may feel me, but I can still
Be not real, but artificial in some subtle
Sense, in some secret ways, so what is
The real gauge this time? It is just you,
Be real yourself, and let them be, whatever.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Aberkah
British beauty!
The artificial moon,
The artificial spoon,
The artificial sun,
The artificial gun,
The artificial stars,
The artificial tars! !
Bun, dun, fun, run, pun;
But, with mercy and peace.
Buy, but, burr, bury, bun;
Under the shades of love!
And, it is no secret to all;
But, do make love with the only one you love.
Aberkah, era, ear, bear, bare, hear, are, he, bark, ark!
Near, the surface;
Like a fair trial,
But, you are very young at your age!
And, you need someone to guide you on;
However, your mind is miles ahead of you.
Encourage,
To buy and to bury it;
But, do have a blessed day! !
In the land of your muse with mercy and peace,
And like a Professor and his students.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Individual societies begin in harmonious adaptation to the environment and, like individuals, quickly get trapped into nonadaptive, artificial, repetitive sequences. When the individual's behavior and consciousness get hooked to a routine sequence of external actions, he is a dead robot, and it is time for him to die and be reborn. Time to "drop out," "turn on," and "tune in." This period of robotization is called the Kali Yuga, the Age of Strife and Empire...
quote by Timothy Leary
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Artificial Flowers
Artificial flowers to me are out of place.
You put them in your home
in a decorative vase.
They have no scent.
They look unreal
and collect too much dust.
Artificial flowers I suppose
are better than none.
But I'd rather have a petaled stem
even if it was just one.
A rose, a lily or violet
breathe like you and I.
Artificial flowers don't
even know how to die.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Picasso had his pink period and his blue period. I am in my blonde period right now.
quote by Hugh Hefner
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The 1st period is won by the best technician. The 2nd period is won by the kid in the best shape. The 3rd period is won by the kid with the biggest heart.
The Fruits You Eat
Come get your quota noted,
To be sold to those you know.
And get your ego boosted,
To puff up your chest to glow.
Come get your quota noted,
To be sold to those you know.
And get your ego boosted,
To puff up your chest to glow.
The fruits you eat,
Are down real low.
The fruits you eat,
Don't fill the bowl.
Doo bah dee dee doo bah dah dah.
Come and get your quota noted.
Doo bah dee dee doo bah dah dah.
To be sold to those you know.
The fruits you eat,
Are down real low.
The fruits you eat,
Don't fill the bowl.
Come get your quota noted,
To be sold to those you know.
And get your ego boosted,
To puff up your chest to glow.
Doo bah dee dee doo bah dah dah.
Come and get your quota noted.
Doo bah dee dee doo bah dah dah.
To be sold to those you know.
The fruits you eat,
Are down real low.
The fruits you eat,
Don't fill the bowl.
The fruits you eat,
Are down real low.
The fruits you eat,
Don't fill the bowl.
Doo bah dee dee doo bah dah dah.
Come and get your quota noted.
Doo bah dee dee doo bah dah dah.
To be sold to those you know.
Come get your quota noted,
To be sold to those you know.
The fruits you eat,
Are down real low.
The fruits you eat,
Don't fill the bowl.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The rawness
Anything made regular is artificial.
Anything artistic is artificial.
Rawness dies in artificiality.
Man knows it; does woman understand it?
26.12.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Artificial Sweetener
Oh yes Im guilty
For leasing myself out
Not ready to go up for sale
Cant seem to give it up
Stubborn, so selfish
Im showing off the worst in me
The return of saturn
Assessing my life
Second guessing...
Im full of artificial sweetener
My hearts been deceitful
Its all artificial sweetener
Im faking I love yous
Youre forcing me to
You really deserve love
I want to love you
But I cant seem to find myself
Im wilting effort
Our progress report
Im only sure that Im not sure
I shudder to be honest
Whos behind it all now?
Whos the author?
Im full of artificial sweetener
My hearts been deceitful
Its all artificial sweetener
Im faking I love yous
Youre forcing me to
Re-read, re-write, redo, undo
Im stuck on this page
I was born two weeks late
Is that why I hesitate
Im on the fence
Push me off it
I want to be on your side now
And keep a promise
Im full of artificial sweetener
My hearts been deceitful
Its all artificial sweetener
Im faking I love yous
Youre forcing me to
song performed by by Gwen Stefani
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Artificial Sweetner
Oh yes Im guilty
For leasing myself out
Not ready to up for sale
Cant seem to give it up
Stubborn, so selfish
Im showing off the worst in me
The return of saturn
Assessing my life
Second guessing...
Im full of artificial sweetener
My hearts been deceitful
Its all artificial sweetener
Im faking I love yous
Youre forcing me to
You really deserve love
I want to love you
But I cant seem to find myself
My wilting effort
Our progress report
Im only sure that Im not sure
I shudder to be honest
Whos behind it all now?
Whos the author?
Im full of artificial sweetener
My hearts been deceitful
Its all artificial sweetener
Im faking I love yous
Youre forcing me to
Re-read, re-write, redo, undo
Im stuck on this page
I was born two weeks late
Is that why I hesitate?
Im on the fence
Push me off it
I want to be on your side now
And keep a promise
Im full of artificial sweetener
My hearts been deceitful
Its all artificial sweetener
My hearts been deceitful
Im faking I love yous
Youre forcing me to
song performed by by No Doubt
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If religion were true, its followers would not try to bludgeon their young into an artificial conformity; but would merely insist on their unbending quest for truth, irrespective of artificial backgrounds or practical consequences.
quote by H.P. Lovecraft
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Tolstoy may not be showing that much of Russia at that time even. It's hard to tell. You tend to associate the quality of the period with what's lasted - what's still good. And that quality becomes the whole period.
quote by Donald Judd
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Artifical and real
The tears of crocodile, can't be seen,
But told in epic and legend as a clean,
Image with polluted metaphoric illusion,
In the tropical rain forest capitals, people planted,
Fabulously decorated trees of palms and flowers,
Out of fossil fuel, mad made jungle with flyovers,
God made man to the current man of intelligence,
God made brain to the chips of mother board's reign,
Compelling smile of the concerned individuals,
Concerned calls from the human of convenience,
Flowers are beautiful, but they are painted and shaded,
To bring out the non existing glow of the women,
Exhibition of acquired wealth and status,
Comfort out of swiped cards and credit,
All really not look real, but artificial.
The tear of needy human is real, not artificial,
The cry to be employed is real, not artificial,
The weeping in the closed rooms is real, not artificial,
The hope and expectation in the hearts are real, not artificial.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Still, records are documents of a period of time. Most records are documents of two or three years, and I just approached it as a record I was doing over a 20-year period of time.
quote by T-Bone Burnett
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They Spoke In Coka Mode
Moody.
Broody.
But open her cage,
Let her go...
And she becomes a hybrid,
Raged!
Subtle cuddled up.
But a buck on a booty.
He had it kind of rough,
Then he smoothed with age.
They both broke quota.
They spoke in coka mode...
Ooo poppa locka booty,
Ooma poppah!
They both broke quota.
They spoke in coka mode...
Ooo poppa locka booty,
Ooma poppah!
Moody.
Broody.
But open her cage,
Let her go...
And she becomes a hybrid,
Raged!
Subtle cuddled up.
But a buck on a booty.
He had it kind of rough,
Then he smoothed with age.
They both broke quota.
They spoke in coka mode...
Ooo poppa locka booty,
Ooma poppah!
They both broke quota.
They spoke in coka mode...
Ooo poppa locka booty,
Ooma poppah!
Let her go...
And she becomes a hybrid,
Raged!
He had it kind of rough,
Then he smoothed with age.
They both broke quota.
They spoke in coka mode...
Ooo poppa locka booty,
Ooma poppah!
They both broke quota.
They spoke in coka mode...
Ooo poppa locka booty,
Ooma poppah!
Ooo poppa locka booty,
Ooma poppah!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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