When You Overalled Miss Someone Hamlicious Egoistically

Let me accompany you with my faith rite soundtrack for over a quarter century, if you choose to listen to it with me without me, have a hamazing time with me ... no one ever sad ... except D I EGO ...

We have a hot scorch-earth situation, where the kool hem of your drenched pants drags on the ground and collects doortea and groome, sweaty me. You dare to correct me, dirt n grime? But baby, I’m overall already erect! WOW! Wowhee. Ah baby, this love letter flying sky-high like a rainbow kite is sooo looooooooong that it drapes down and touches the ground, creating a puddle-like effect around our ankles. And, be aware, beware, this can lead to your clothing getting doorty or doomaged, and also presents a poetense, poetential tripping hazard. You trip, I trip …

Aún puedo ver el tren partir
y tu triste mirar
esconde aquellas lágrimas, volveré
Oh que dificil es, vivir sin tu amor.

La carta dice esperáme,
el tiempo pasará,
un año no es un siglo y yo, volveré
Oh que dificil es,
vivir sin tu amor.

Oh, vuelve vida mía
da fuerza a mis días
con tu amor volverás, volverás

Desde que tu has partido
ha comenzado para mi la oscuridad
en torno a mi, vive el recuerdo
de los días bellos de nuestro amor.
La rosa que me ha dejado ya se ha secado
pero la guardo en un libro
que no termino masde leer.

Pronto estaremos juntos
te quiero tanto amor
el tiempo pasa esperáme
volveré, piensa en mi siempre así
que el tiempo pasará.

Oh vuelve vida mia ...

amor, amor, amor
un año no es un siglo y yo, volveré.
piensa en mi siempre así, volveré.

Oh vuelve vida mia.
Amor, amor, amor.
Dá fuerza a mis días.

Un año no es un siglo y yo.

Con tu amor

Volveré

Volverás, volverás.

Diego Verdaguer - Volveré [Versión Original]

I can still see the train leaving

and your sad gaze hides those tears

I will return

Oh how difficult it is, to live without your love.

The letter says wait for me, time will pass

a year is not a century and I will return

Oh how difficult it is, to live without your love.

Oh, come back, my love, give strength to my days

with your love you will return, you will return

Since you have left, darkness has begun for me around me

the memory lives on

off the beautiful days of our love.

The rose you left me has already dried

but I keep it in a book that I can't finish reading.

Soon we will be together

I love you so much, love

time passes, wait for me I will return

think of me always like this

time will pass.

Oh come back, my love... my life, love, love

a year is not a century and I will return.

think of me always like this, I will return.

Oh come back, my love. Life, love, love.

Give strength to my days. A year is not a century

and I... With your love I'll return

You'll return, you'll return.

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We have this anarchic lava style, where the unbitten ham of ours drapes low and Kree8s a puddle-like effect around my OG kitchen.

It can be a frowning fashion choice or a sappy result of being caught in smiling tears. For the fashion choice, managing the puddle effect involves a strange balance between aesthetics and practicality. Or basically tripping high.

For clothes that have become wet, fuck, baby, there are hard, ahem, heart steps to take to remove any lingering stains easily and ensure proper drying adorebabyly. No auto sexing detergent for my rooster breed, though, you know! Did you hippie make me punk come? Again? I did as you went? I’m so skreweed, not scre-wed, err, I’m so brewed.

And “brood”, rooster’s baby, is to think deeply about somebody dear, something pink that makes one or two unhappy, angry, or warred or worried. Or you dare to erect me by yourself? Mam! I brood, you brood …

Nevertheless, no one ever said, except me, that the Brood are also an alien race of insectoid beings. They are a specialized race, one that has evolved to reproduce and consume any available resource. They are sadistic creatures that enjoy the suffering they cause others, especially the terror their infection causes their hosts.

The Brood reproduce asexually and have no clear gender. They reproduce by forcibly implanting their eggs into other sentient organism. Each host can only support one egg. Upon hatching, the host dies as the Brood egg releases mutagenic enzymes into the bloodstream. At the same time, the Broodling mentally attacks and assimilates its host.

They use a hive mind to pass memory to their hosts, which also passes an individual's knowledge, given to a broodling, to the hive and back to the queen, meaning newborn brood know what any member of the race knows. Until the embryo gains the host's body the embryo can only gain temporary control of the host, often without the host noticing as the host is unaware when it loses control.

If the host possesses any powers, the resultant Brood will inherit them. The persona of the host once the Brood is "born" appears to be extinguished, but in some cases, the host's will may be strong enough to survive and coexist with the Brood's. However it is implied that hosts with advanced healing ability are unable to turn, for example when an egg was implanted in Deadpool, instead of turning into a Brood, a small Brood burst out of Deadpool's body.

The Brood have a civilization based on the typical communal insect societies, such as those of the bees and ants. The Empress is the absolute ruler, while the Queens lead individual Brood colonies and the "sleazoids" do all the work; despite their evil, they never rebel against their Queens, perhaps due to the latter's telepathic abilities. However, the Queens have no allegiance to each other. The Broodlings are Brood workers and warriors who are organized into several different roles, among them Weaponeers, Clan-Masters, Hunt-Masters, Huntsmen, Tech Handlers, and Scholars. Elite Broodlings are known as Warriors-Prime.

The Empress is the ruler of the Brood and contains the species' hive mind. She exercises almost total control over her progeny, including determining which Brood become Queen and which remain Warrior-Prime. The Empress is larger than other Brood and has horns, whiskers, and telepathic powers. The Firstborn are the children and servants of the Empress. Because they are not born from hosts, they do not possess the Warrior-Prime ability to conceal their appearance by shifting into their host-forms. The Firstborn are larger than other Broods and possess biological armor and teleportation, but lack wings.

The Brood King is a mutant Brood created when a King egg is implanted in its host. Unlike those infected with Queen or Drone eggs, the Brood King cannot infect others. It is later revealed that the King-type egg was created from Kree experimentation. Understanding the Brood's volatile nature, the Kree created an egg-like device that can disrupt the species' matriarchy, control them, and use them as weapons to disrupt rival advanced civilizations. Broo, a Brood drone who developed sentience, later eats the device, temporarily giving him its properties.

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