Same of your own
Asexual reproduction clone
Love moans a groan!
quote by by Abdul Wahab
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In cloning, in contrast, reproduction is asexual - the cloned child is the product not of two but of one.
Clone Your Lover
CLONE YOUR LOVER
Clone Clone
Clone your lover
Clone your lover
Hello Hello
who wants the same
Hello Hello
calling your name
Hello Hello
stole your soul
Hello Hello
making you whole
When you're here
I don't care
what you say
what you say to me
as long as you say it
Clone Clone
Clone your lover
Clone your lover
Clone
Hello Hello
you want to know
Hello Hello
who's taking control
When you're here
I don't care
what you say
what you say to me
as long as you say it to me
Clone Clone
Clone your lover
Clone your lover
Wish there was something I could do
Wish there was something else than you
Wish there was the same but new
Wish that I could be with you
song performed by by Zeromancer
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I Think Im A Clone Now
Isnt it strange
Feels like Im lookin in the mirror
What would people say
If only they knew that I was
Part of some geneticists plan (plan-plan-plan)
Born to be a carbon copy man (man-man-man)
There in a petri dish late one night
They took a donors body cell and fertilized a human egg and so I say
I think Im a clone now
Theres always two of me just a-hangin around
I think Im a clone now
cause every chromosome is a hand-me-down
Look at the way
We go out walking close together
I guess you could say
Im really beside myself
I still remember how it began (gan-gan-gan)
They produced a carbon copy man (man-man-man)
Born in a science lab late one night
Without a mother or a father, just a test tube and a womb with a view
I think Im a clone now (a clone now)
Theres always two of me just a-hangin around
I think Im a clone now (a clone now)
cause every chromosome is a hand-me-down
I think Im a clone now (a clone now)
And I can stay at home while Im out of town
I think Im a clone now (a clone now)
cause every pair of genes is a hand-me-down
Signing autographs for my fans
Come and meet the carbon copy man
Livin in stereo, its all right
Well I can be my own best friend and I can send myself for pizza so I say
I think Im a clone now
Another one of mes always hangin around
I think Im a clone now
cause every chromosome is a hand-me-down
I think Im a clone now (a clone now)
Ive been on oprah winfrey - Im world renowned
I think Im a clone now (a clone now)
And every pair of genes is a hand-me-down
I think Im a clone now (a clone now)
Thats my genetic twin always hangin around
I think Im a clone now (a clone now)
cause every chromosome is a hand-me-down
I think Im a clone now (a clone now)
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
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Cloned
Clone the children, they're better that way
Clone the children, now they can pray
My world is unaffected
Clone the god, its best when it sighs
Clone the god, it's all inserted lies
My world is unaffected
Clone the world, emotionless insanity
Clone the world, and let the children see
No salvation
No forgiveness
No redemption
Clone the martyr, he's not needing
Clone the martyr, he quit bleeding
No salvation
No forgiveness
No redemption
My world is unaffected
poem by Corey Baker
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I guess because you study the character and you do all those things. But when it comes down to it, it's still my performance, it's still my interpretation. I'm not going to, you know, be a clone - well, I was a clone of Richard Dean Anderson!
quote by Michael Welch
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In Massachusetts, scientists have created the first human clone. The bad thing is that in thirty years, the clone will still be depressed because the Boston Red Sox will still have not won a World Series.
quote by Craig Kilborn
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Sexuality
Stand up everybody, this is your life
Let me take u to another world, let me take u tonight
U dont need no money, u dont need no clothes
The second coming, anything goes
Sexuality is all ull ever need
Sexuality -- let your body be free
Cmon everybody, yeah, this is your life
Im talking about a revolution we gotta organize
We dont need no segregation, we dont need no race
New age revelation, I think we got a case
Im ok as long as u are here with me
Sexuality is all we ever need
Reproduction of a new breed -- leaders, stand up, organize
Reproduction of a new breed -- leaders, stand up, organize
Reproduction of a new breed -- leaders, stand up, organize
Everybody...
Reproduction of a new breed -- leaders, stand up, organize
One time say...
Reproduction of a new breed -- leaders, stand up, organize
Reproduction of a new breed -- leaders, stand up, organize
We live in a world overrun by tourists
Tourists -- 89 flowers on their back...inventors of the accu-jack
They look at life through a pocket camera... what? no flash again?
Theyre all a bunch of double drags who teach their kids that love is bad
Half of the staff of their brain is on vacation
Mama, are u listening?
We need a new breed -- leaders, stand up, organize
Dont let your children watch television until they know how to read
Or else all theyll know how to do is cuss, fight and breed
No child is bad from the beginning... they only imitate their atmosphere
If theyre in the company of tourists, alcohol and us history
Whats to be expected is 3 minus 3... absolutely nothing
Stand up, organize
We need a new breed...leaders, stand up, organize
I wanna be in the new breed, stand up, organize
Sexuality is all Ill ever need
Sexuality, Im gonna let my body be free
Sexuality is all Ill ever need
Sexuality, Im gonna let my body be free
Sexuality
song performed by by Prince
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Sisterly is eyewash
There should be some animosity
For man-woman friendship to be asexual.
Otherwise, platonic love is the rule.
Sisterly and brotherly is eyewash.
23.12.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Pray Reality You Pay For Never Fades
Wear your toupee with a wish youth stays.
Handle all your business from May 'til December.
Pray reality you pay for never fades.
Since so many like you can't accept what's true.
Put down those whines you find time pining,
And moans that your groan.
Whatever you thought would be happening,
Ain't happenin' no 'mo'!
Put down those whines you find time pining,
And moans that your groan.
Whatever you thought would be happening,
Ain't happenin' no 'mo'!
Wear your toupee with a wish youth stays.
Handle all your business from May 'til December.
Pray reality you pay for never fades.
Since so many like you can't accept what's true.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Better Days Are Made For The Ones Who Pay The Price
Falling down to get up,
And determined to get out of a rut...
Is better than a weeping.
Brushing off the dust,
And knowing that you've had enough...
With a strut you're keeping.
Better days are made for the ones who pay the price,
Of...
Knowing what time it is and taking advice,
Without a self defeating.
Some folks like to groan as if moans they own,
As if they live to get a beating.
Some folks like to groan as if moans they own,
As if they live to get a beating.
Better days are made for the ones who pay the price,
Of...
Knowing what time it is and taking advice.
Falling down to get up,
And determined to get out of a rut...
Is better than a weeping.
Some folks like to groan as if moans they own,
And...
Do it as if they are singing in different tones.
Well. Well. Well. Well...
Falling down to get up,
And determined to get out of a rut...
Is better than a weeping.
Brushing off the dust,
And knowing that you've had enough...
With a strut you're keeping.
Better days are made for the ones who pay the price,
Of...
Knowing what time it is and taking advice.
Well. Well. Well. Well...
Falling down to get up,
And determined to get out of a rut...
Is better than a weeping.
Brushing off the dust,
And knowing that you've had enough...
With a strut you're keeping.
Better days are made for the ones who pay the price,
Of...
Knowing what time it is and taking advice.
Well. Well. Well. Well...
Better days are made for the ones who pay the price.
Well. Well. Well...
Better days are made for the ones who pay the price.
Well. Well. Well. Well...
Better days are made for the ones who pay the price.
Well. Well. Well...
Better days are made for the ones who pay the price.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Painting This Love
You speak to me with pastel tones
My heart and head begin to groan
Again you’ve got me under your spell
It really makes me quite unwell
I throw my purple words at you
Although there are only a few
I have to find a way
To say what i must say
Purple tones blend with black
Fade to pink I take it back
I love you yes that’s true
You love me yes you do
Why spread the pastels over me
Leave them in our history
The future of us is grey and bleak
This love we have is oh so weak
Dirty tones wash over it all
Step back now let the love fall
Smashing into a thousand bits
All of the colours gush out in fits
Puddle of love on floor
I’ve seen this site all before
Start again with your pastel tones
Start it all again my heart moans.
poem by Charlotte Murray
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Grissom is pretty asexual. He's not that interested in anything other than work - except for Lady Heather. She's the closest to getting his heart of anyone.
quote by William Petersen
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Airport Inspection
On my flight out of West Palm, I was pulled over for something wrong,
I got scared, I thought what is going on? They said it was something in Razel's clone.
I thought it was funny, inspectors looked so torn,
I sat there watching inspectors with gloves, I took photos of them with Razel's clone from above.
They were looking for material that was not pure, explosive and bad,
I realized how silly this was and just laughed.
Airport Inspectors inspected wearing gloves.
Airport inspectors kept touching Clone's face for a trace,
a trace of suspicious material that ends up being stuffing,
They looked like vultures picking at nothing.
Picture end up on myspace later that day,
with comments so funny I have to say,
This is the height of stupidity thus far,
when you are traveling by plane and not a car.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on Aug.6,2011
poem by Christina Sunrise
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It Was Not Once
It was not only once, it will go this way,
In our fight, which is deaf and destroying:
As it happened before, you rebuffed me today –
To return, like a slave, by the morning.
Therefore, don’t be stressed, my inimical friend,
My friend - enemy, caught by black laces,
If the moans of love will be moans of pain
And the kisses will leave bloody traces.
poem by Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev
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It Was Not Once
It was not only once, it will go this way,
In our fight, which is deaf and destroying:
As it happened before, you rebuffed me today –
To return, like a slave, by the morning.
Therefore, don’t be stressed, my inimical friend,
My friend - enemy, caught by black laces,
If the moans of love will be moans of pain
And the kisses will leave bloody traces.
poem by Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev
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I wonder if most people ever ask themselves why love is connected with reproduction. And if they do ask themselves about this, I wonder what answer they give.
quote by Mortimer Adler
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Airport Inspection
On my flight out of West Palm, I was pulled over for something wrong,
I got scared I thought what is going on? They said it was something in Razel's clone.
I thought it was funny, inspectors looked so torn,
I sat there watching inspectors with gloves I took photos of them with Razel clone above.
They where looking for material that that was not pure, explosive and bad,
I laughed to myself trying to find material that is explosive and then my camera came out,
Taking photos before I took a picture from up above.
Up above Clone's face, airport inspectors kept touching for a trace,
A trace of suspicious material that' ends up being stuffing,
They looked like vultures picking at nothing.
Picture end up on myspace later that day,
with comments so funny I have to say,
This is the height of stupidity thus far,
when you are traveling by plane not a car.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on August 6,2011
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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The Human Dome
The human dome has room for home
The same dome has home for more dome
This home in the dome has room for more homes
whatever dome, with whatever home with homes,
There yields good; good that is not clone
There yields a brood not so good, ; this could be a clone
Prepare for the good, watch the brood - not so good a clone
poem by David Munene wa Kimberly
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Rulers
Breathing in your life rules my
death
the reproduction of your life is my
death
The reproduction of your life is my
death
Creating your life was our
death
Life with or without you is
Death
poem by Balencia Peydon
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Ballad Of Sir Frankie Crisp (Let It Roll)
They say they like it, but, now in the market it
May not go well as it's too laid back.
You need some oomph-papa, nothing like Frank Zappa
And not New Wave they don't play that crap
Try beating your head on a brick wall
Hard like a stone
Don't have time for the music
They want the blood from a clone
I hear a clock ticking
I feel the nit-picking
I almost quit kicking at the wall
There seems a confusion, under the illusion
That they know just what will suit you all
Beating my head on a brick wall
Hard like a stone
Ain't got time for the music
They want the blood from a clone
There is no sense to it
Pure pounds and pence to it
They're so intense too makes me amazed
Don't want no music but, they're making you sick with
Some awful noises that may get played
By beating their heads on a brick wall
Hard like a stone
Ain't no messing 'round with music
Give them the blood from a clone
Where will it all lead us
I thought we had freed us
song performed by by George Harrison
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