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Welcome is every organ and attribute of me, and of any man hearty and clean, Not an inch nor a particle of an inch is vile, and none shall be less familiar than the rest.

I am satisfied--I see, dance, laugh, sing; As the hugging and loving bed-fellow sleeps at my side through the night, and withdraws at the peep of the day with stealthy tread, Leaving me baskets cover'd with white towels swelling the house with their plenty, Shall I postpone my acceptation and realization and scream at my eyes, That they turn from gazing after and down the road, And forthwith cipher and show me to a cent, Exactly the value of one and exactly the value of two, and which is ahead?

Out of the dimness opposite equals advance, always substance and increase, always sex, Always a knit of identity, always distinction, always a breed of life.

To elaborate is no avail, learn'd and unlearn'd feel that it is so.

It’s been an exciting past couple of weeks judging your submissions, and we’re finally ready to announce the winners of our Stage Builder Contest for Yeah Jam Fury! This gnarly award goes to Drarky’s stage named “I miss the old pogo SFX” (sorry dude, perhaps a future DLC? This stage pushed our coordination skills to the limits by requiring extremely precise reaction time and control. After calming down and thinking critically about the situation we managed to finally snag that mango. All three winners of these categories will be receiving a 0 Amazon e Gift Card, a Steam Key for the game, copies of our soundtracks, as well as this poster of a real mango: Mango Poster Congratulations you three!

It may have taken 500 attempts to clear some of these stages but we’ve completed them all and are excited to share our top picks! This one goes to “The Keeper of The Forest” stage by Anton G. Our fingers became basically defunct once we finally cleared it. Before closing, we also have some runner-ups in each category that we think deserve honorable mention: First runner-up was Len’s stage named “YJF Printer: Yeah, Jam, and Fury”, a strong candidate for the Yeah League.

Loafe with me on the grass, loose the stop from your throat, Not words, not music or rhyme I want, not custom or lecture, not even the best, Only the lull I like, the hum of your valved voice.

I mind how once we lay such a transparent summer morning, How you settled your head athwart my hips and gently turn'd over upon me, And parted the shirt from my bosom-bone, and plunged your tongue to my bare-stript heart, And reach'd till you felt my beard, and reach'd till you held my feet.

Clear and sweet is my soul, and clear and sweet is all that is not my soul.

I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.

My tongue, every atom of my blood, form'd from this soil, this air, Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their parents the same, I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin, Hoping to cease not till death.

Or I guess the grass is itself a child, the produced babe of the vegetation.

Or I guess it is a uniform hieroglyphic, And it means, Sprouting alike in broad zones and narrow zones, Growing among black folks as among white, Kanuck, Tuckahoe, Congressman, Cuff, I give them the same, I receive them the same.

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Swiftly arose and spread around me the peace and knowledge that pass all the argument of the earth, And I know that the hand of God is the promise of my own, And I know that the spirit of God is the brother of my own, And that all the men ever born are also my brothers, and the women my sisters and lovers, And that a kelson of the creation is love, And limitless are leaves stiff or drooping in the fields, And brown ants in the little wells beneath them, And mossy scabs of the worm fence, heap'd stones, elder, mullein and poke-weed. fetching it to me with full hands; How could I answer the child? I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven.