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Sydney the Kidney
@sydthekid
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17yrs old - professional juggler - chicken whisperer
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2017-06-27 18:11
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sydthekid
food
2017-06-29 21:17
How to make the perfect sunny side up egg
Have you ever wondered how to make the perfect sunny side up egg? One that will garentee the love of your children and ensure your wife has at least second thoughts before she cheats on you with Steve
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sydthekid
life
2017-06-29 07:46
How do you define beauty?
To me, beauty is something left undefined. The stars on a windy night. The birds that perch and call out your name as you pass by. The ghosts that sit on that old rocking chair in the corner of this room.
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sydthekid
life
2017-06-28 17:20
Why my chickens are actually spawns of satan: a true story
Today I found myself jolted awake by the sound of someone screaming. It was still dark, light just barely coming over the tops of trees outside my dirt streaked window. I looked around in horror, eyes
sydthekid
photography
2017-06-28 07:06
Russian River Rodeo
Only a few days ago did I find myself surrounded by the smell of cotton candy, cheap cologne, horse shit, and tobacco. I was at a rodeo. And not just any rodeo but the 51st Annual Russian River Rodeo.
sydthekid
writing
2017-06-28 00:19
Pablo Neruda's work
Caught in a black and white photograph Pablo Neruda was born in Chile, a fact that very much altered the way he saw and wrote about the world. He wasn’t accepted as a poet by most of his immediate family,
sydthekid
math
2017-06-27 19:22
How one math problem changed the way I saw math
First of all, I don't know how to math. It's a verb now. Just in case you didn't know. Besides being a slightly better than average at a small handful of things, not limited to juggling and finishing a
sydthekid
poetry
2017-06-27 18:38
Poem / her children
her children she is the earth and I am the sea I carry ships to her shore hold the creatures which she is too busy to care for replenish her greenery help feed her children hold her heavy body above mine
sydthekid
poetry
2017-06-27 18:29
Poem / eyes closed
eyes closed give me a bell for when I am hidden underground wood and dirt entrapping me I can ring for you and you will come or how about a box of matches so when the cold months come I can strike each
