I know I’m really shaking the flu thing because I awoke at 4am totally energised. The first thing I did was Lysol all of my computers and gadgets. Peter was sleeping, but holding the Lysol can, I eyed him - finally deciding that spraying him down might wake him up.
At 4:30am I texted Charles, “Let’s run” and he was grinning outside my door at 5:30am (our regular time).
Why did they remake the Wuthering Heights movie? We had to read WH in 10th grade - it’s like 350 pages of unhinged gossip and Heathcliff, the dark, Byronic, anti-hero is a paranoid narcissist that any modern girl would dump the first time he mouthed off.
None of my Grammy picks, though nominated, won anything. I guess I’m old and out of touch.
sad, fat, cat hat - I suppose I had to rhyme something.
see ya.
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Songs for this:
The world I used to know by Rod McKuen
Better Everyday by sadHAPPY
Kissing Strangers by DNCE
Dive In (feat. Notelle) by Westend
forget not king warning demonic
danger incremental gradual liberal
nor genocide joey precedent
nor dispensation donny cleansing
oligarchy authority false choice
g ford greater more effective evil
empire merrikka people subjects
rejects will well being ignore
dream fruition arriving never more
guard commons free speech farmed
private sector extract boiled ready frog
politic elect thesbian culture war
tonies grammies oscars divide conquer
chopping chomsky consent manufacture
wealth income earth labor rare birth
despair lament pay rent higher
proper response race both blatant
subtle kinder gentler totalitarian
all planet people planted excluded
possible power economic politic
remote hemmed chemical psycho
social escape routes addict dead ends
abundant narrate nook craney cross
every color four bid three finger all pro
nouns nun since seeing poking stabbing
lids bins laden all gore beat rhyme
tapdancing tintinabulation embedded
robot tune ruin seesaw sooth soul life
sleep endless bow dark nestle loud
selah
All them famous, very gorgeous
Shining knights and splendid damsels
Some of them in big distress…
Showing dresses, shoes, toxedos
Bow ties and current trends…
All them talking, saying nothing
That pertains to common folk…
Everyday diurnal struggles…
Still amusing and worth watching
Fascinating gorgeous damsels…
Shining knights in bow ties…
My grandma told me to take god hand and start grasping it tight
I was asking Santa for somewhere to crash at some nights
Christmas times means more pampers and wipe’s
Grew up chased money like Casper at night
I’m fly look at me I can master my kite
You can be anything if you imagine right
Hooper’s trying to escape the bull and get drafted like mike
Finally got cut I can’t remember if I was smashing it right
We was struggling hustling moving Grammies at night
I should of won a Oscar or became a doctor or some
She searching for her baby father I remember when she wouldn’t let no one hit
You rather hit 3RD base or be in first place
I’m a king in my dreams I think about ancestors my birth place
If you look from my angel you’ll see my angel
When it’s just you in the mirror do you see the change to
Restraint sacked by guilty pleasures
Liberty to relay emotional features
Cerebrum overthrown by larynx
Coy fetters shattered by the heavy blow of drugs
Passion for things of onyx
High pants worn in imitation of prisoners
Appearing trendy is a criteria
Modifing the lives of their listeners
They dine mostly in galleria
The society endorse them
Companies sponsor
Modesty is a snag to their pursuit
None files a lawsuit
To them immorality is a virtue
They make it their nature
Being realistic who would reject all these
Who will reject fame and grammies
Bang bang that's all you ever hear these days.
Five hundred people can win Grammies and it'll be overshadowed by a person getting shot.
Is this the life we wanted? Can we really say we made it?
Everyday I go out and ask myself " what the hell is this?"
I'm not done ,yet, shooting down my prey and rebuilding my life.
If you only knew what you do to me
I just gotta make sure in the end you chosin me
Even though I get lost is those retinas I’m bet'n ya you won’t be losin me
I want you around my hand like a fine piece of jewelry
Cause you are that fine and coo to me
No matter what the world do to me I know you goin soothe me like a smoothie
Cause you just that smooth to me
Truthfully you bring out the truth in me
I should be callin you the truth instead me
I just like lookin in yo eyes when you in the bed wit me
Sitin here listenin to everything you just said to me
You makin all these other chicks seem real dead to me
At night you sleep next me, naw wit the teddy B
But I know one day you goin be wedded to me wearin my wedding ring
I know I’m ready so with my affection let me shower you heavily
As long as I got you my fam and god nobody can stand wit me
Don’t listen to them stuntin ass wanna be's
the only time they see 100 grand is when they eatin candy.
Our rolls in this movie got us nominated for Grammies.
So be there for me until I’m the last man standing
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