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Gold! Gold! Dassel screamed: he had found gold! And so what we were told, he stuffed his pockets and told the fellas to pull him up.They had straddled a well rig used to clean shallow wells to lower him down into the hand dug tunnel.
"On the eastside: yeah the eastside, he began singing dancing around full of joy and happiness! "Yee Haw"! "Yep, Yep Yep dippity dew" he'd holla with seven of the eleven smiling along with him. Then one of the unsmiling fellas said: "well get back in the hole and get us some more"; ah-hell we can lower ya'll down and stand in watch of the gold; by then Dipper and Tinsel will be back with the midday supper for us to grub on." Fassel jumped up with glee and said thre of us can fit in the bucket, ya'll just lower us down! Well they did and lowered the remaining four in two more sessions: the second time the bucket came up the heaviest two men were concerned with the condition of the floor of the bucket, they took some time to make sure there weigh would be supported while they were being lowered.
After the remaining men were lowered: one guy yelled up to the fellas " above the snakes" ( a cowboy term used to say every things okay, or that they were still alive). No one answered, the fellas had takin the gold and scrammed." Ding Dang them hoodwinking scoundrels done told the gold and ran off!" "Barearolle done got us ah-gain! Ding Dang Scoundrels!" He took off his hat and whip the fella next to him until he fell on his shoulder and cried. They started looking around while they waited for the fellas to return with the midday supper: and behold, they found ten times more gold then they had before!" one guy was to have said: we gonna need action for the woman now Paw: aint no fiddle glad enough to sing this song! "We gonna needa huntin horn for them dang bushwacking scoudrel Paw!" "We hear Paw say: nah we gonna leave be: we just gonna leave them be, we gonna get outta here take our gold, in a hushing manner and just leave them be!" "Something about beleiving makes me think the Lord will serve the best revenge!"
From The Book
"THe Passive Mister Gangue"
( The WheelBarrel Man)
Written by Shoofly Muckmen
and Bolero Etude
From the Sounds of Music
Recording and Publishing
Company.
The Ottawa and New York Connection LLC
Men glassed, broke, gunned down, dying
Why do they feel the need for all this fighting,
Over pigment precious postcodes and petty people lying,
Now there up in the sky flying.
Lay down your guns,
To save our daughters and sons,
Lay down the weapons,
Before more lives are taken,
No more souls need to be souring through the skies.
One stupid situation now causes a life to be taken,
Everyone seems to be be carrying a knife, gun or weapon,
Which is fine until disrespect is thrown around for fun,
Your disrespect has you staring down the barrel of a gun,
And then bang you’ve just disrespected the wrong one,
Lay down your guns,
To save our daughters and sons,
Lay down the weapons,
Before more lives are taken,
No more souls need to be souring through the skies.
A war on the streets has begun,
It’s to late for mothers to try and save there sons,
Ones banged up 25 to life
Another’s young soul is soaring through the skies.
Lay down your guns,
To save our daughters and sons,
Lay down the weapons,
Before more lives are taken,
No more souls need to be souring through the skies.
As you rise ranks you slaughter your brothers homies the lot
This is what you really want to be on top,
Putting people 6 feet under Before they can steal your slot,
It’s easy right all it took was just one solitary shot.
Lay down your guns,
To save our daughters and sons,
Lay down the weapons,
Before more lives are taken,
No more souls need to be souring through the skies.
You fiercely fight for this so called rep,
And wont tolerate discriminative disrespect,
Yet the you the streets preach racism and hate
Ruling with violence so you can dominate.
Lay down your guns,
To save our daughters and sons,
Lay down the weapons,
Before more lives are taken,
No more souls need to be souring through the skies.
They don't understand you have to protect your people,
Save the ones you love from such poverty and evil,
While keeping the food on the table,
The streets holla to make an easy dollar,
But at what price is a human life,
Think before you pull out that knife.
Lay down your guns,
To save our daughters and sons,
Lay down the weapons,
Before more lives are taken,
No more souls need to be souring through the skies.
Gripped by the throat with tension
Mad aggression pumping thru my veins
Changing my complexion
Pressing thru the world of small selections
Fencing off the other feelings of oppression
And while I'm resting
I don't wanna wake
But once my eyes open no time to hesitate
To much bullshyt to escape
It's not like I was born with a cape
And even when matters are crazy but I refuse
Not to be great
I refuse not to turn the hands of fate
And make the universe concave my way
Been a struggle since birth
Trying to live with these lies
Told even since I put the me in time
And now I got a family that's mine
And I must throw away all pride
And keep the dream that I breathe life to alive
Hungry for what's never told was mine
And told all the things that are above my level
That's fine
Sit and watch as I not climb but claw to the top
Kick scream and holla at the stars
That like to play against the odds
Of the campaign of my cause
Causing me to fall
Causing me to look forward and back to remember where I came from
Causing me to wayward this and carry on
For that's all I know
That's all that anyone been telling me
How I'm wrong
How I'm slow
How I'm the one that love doing it the hard way yo
How I'm the one that will fall flat on my face
Lose my place
Lose the initiative in which I started this whole thing
Have me missing my template
But they don't see I'm God sent
Regardless
Of all the bullshyt curse words and bombardment
I will be in undeniable
Came far from where it was that I begin
Even with snow storms and hail pours I'm destined to win
Even if I'm straight drowning in gin
And gasoline was part of the triathlon that I had to swim
The king is crazy
So for my babies I will swim
I will seek opportunity
Watch it put away it's jewelry
Sit back maniacally
Schematic the whole the place
Plottingly
Run up n the place also smiling
With no gun on the waist demolishing
Any and everything
That's my plan
To overstand
And not undermine what my mind will conceive
For it's what I can grasp in my hand
The whole damn planet
Water sky clouds and granite
And if too much for me to hold
Just u watch me manage......peace
Hi everybody, I am nobody; Why do all the somebodies keep jacking my... junk.
Nothing I say changes or sways opinions: Stop looking for LINES WITH the punch.
I am out to lunch, just a li'l old nobody, a termagant, with a rant. I am no-one:
Why is someone getting paid to monitor?
What I say, in no way could effect change...So why are you checking and holding my post hostage with all this blockage ...? What a waste of money and time.
I do not put thoughts on anyone's mind.
Nor do I give sight to the blind. Gees-us, I am just a no-one, that anyone listens to. Nor adheres to, or cheers for-Or care for - Or even cares too.
So please let me speak freely and stop thinking that I am making quantum leaps; When we” nobodies” are in a huddle, trying to jump over this little puddle.
The “Somebodies” are making asses out of the masses”.
You enjoy seeing me beat my wings against the bars. Or like a lab rat going through your maze to take the bait, you’d like to see me get Irate: (for more than four hours, our mainstream team) got played out of position, berated us, with a football hiatus. Black, brown, and white united for a non-cause, adrenaline screaming at the same screen.
You want to know my reaction, is that how you get satisfaction?... Well "beat your feet to the beat" of my jaws jabbing -
The somebodies are setting traps.
But I am a smart rat. I am nobody, and nobody didn’t go for that.! Even if you could catch my drift.
Someone went to great lengths to create that rift.
Everyone cannot see what I am saying; Could never, “see what I am saying”, because what I am saying is only for those who need to know!
"Do you see what I am saying". “I am just saying”.
Those of you who hear me "Holla":
But don't take the bait, or get sidetracked, stay focused, “pay attention to what's not being mentioned”.
Check and see how many moves were made when you were looking in the other direction. Always remember the greatest weapon they have is the “Weapon of Mass Distraction” Which, stops everyone's actions, and counteractions.!
“that is all I am saying”
A message from nobody.
You know what
I’m so mad right now for real
I’m so mad I don’t even care
He don’ pissed me off
I smiled that smile to get his attention
Needless to mention I sprayed that perfume to keep him reminiscing
I put on them high-healed shoes showing my pedicured toes
And that short asss skirt just for my own damn health I suppose
Hum how dare him think I did it all to make him happy
Fuq him and the oil I put on my body to make it shine (to keep my skin from flakin)
Cause I’m a woman who loves her man and
Fuq him if he don’t love me
He got me frantically crying eternally
Dialing six numbers and hanging up on the seventh
I’m dialing seven numbers and hanging up on the first ring
I’m dialing seven numbers and hanging up when he answers
Cause I really don’t have shiit to say
Except for fuq you cause you don’t love me
He got me Up in the middle of the night turning the heat up
And holding my pillow tight
Hanging out with old flings just to change the scene
Got me going to the store just to seem busy
Buying shiit that I don’t even need
Sitting here reading this book about love that reminds me
To fuq him cause he don’t love me
That’s aiight cause I’m gon’ go holla at anotha nigga
Just to make him see
I’m gonna go holla at anotha nigga that expects the best out of me
I proceed to holla at anotha nigga but he don’t here me
And it’s not even that he don’t want to holla at me cause
Deep in mind I’m only dreaming
Cause I would wake with a thought of this nigga
Reminding myself to fuq him cause he don’t love me
Curling my hair just to keep shiit right for this nigga
Pretty underwear to show at night for this nigga
Pluckin all kinds of pubic hair for this nigga
At one point thought I’d give in quick for this nigga
I know I should for get this nigga
But I want to keep shiit legit wit this nigga
I want to hold and squeeze and love this man
Though for this man I have portrayed a fool
I wrung myself out into a puddle of silly putty
And I make more than him so it ain’t about the money
So Fuq that I love this nigga
Form:
It’s Friday night and a group of us, the ‘university summer fellows’ (Quinn, Jammie, Monique, Lisa and I) are going groovin’. Quinn, a Harvard man (we’ve shed our jaundiced opinions of him), assured us he knows the Boston bar scene. We’re going to test that.
We told him we wanted to sway to whimsical beats and chase vivid, neon lights across dance floors, like a bunch of cats - till the hours get wee.
Quin's plan is for us to pop-in the “touristy” places, like ‘the Havana Club’, ‘the Manray club’, ‘Garage Boston’ and ‘The Grand’, we’re so 111. As usual, Charles is our party mom, escort and driver.
When Peter and I were in Saint-Tropez, earlier this summer, there were beach clothes - dresses, skirts and men's shirts - where they’d woven micro-LEDs into the flowered, dry-wick, fabrics. I think the effect is amazing, friday, and joyous. I got two skirts for everyone (all of my roommates). Tonight Lisa and I are wearing a couple of them.
Funny. I’ve mentioned it before, but Lisa‘s an audrey. Her school friends and roommates are all used to it, we’ve been exposed, we have built up immunity. But Quinn’s a newbie, when Lisa came into the living room, LED glittered and lookin-right, he was literally stunned. He froze, for a microsecond, his face went blank and his fingers wiggled, as if disconnected from his overloaded central nervous system.
“OMG! Jammie said, having just turned around, “holla at ya brooke!,” he declared, shaking his head in admiration. “Umm mmm,” he added.
“I’m sure.” Lisa said, starting to transfer things from her everyday bag to her glittery clutch, the girl cannot accept a compliment. Quinn, coming out of it, cleared his throat.
We’re ready. Let Friday night begin!
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Webster: Jaundiced = “influenced by feelings of distaste, or hostility.”
slang..
pop-in = drop in, visit
audrey = an absolutely stunning girl
lookin-right = dolled-up, dressed to the nines
111 = excited
party mom = the sober person on a bar hop or party.
friday = fun, fun, fun
holla at ya = respect
brooke = beautiful
I'm just a girl so don't get upset when I don't turn around when you try to
play your games.
I can't help not wanting you when you are saying things that make me
laugh about how desprate you sound I wonder how many girls you have tried to talk to
today.
I can see your lingering eyes as I pass by, Don't you know that I won't listen to
any of your lies.
I can just pretend that I don't even see you, may even close my eyes just so that you
will lose interest and if you do that's no surprise.
I am not trying to hurt your feelings, it's just that i'm not the type of girl who falls
for stupid lines i've heard them all before.
Some say that's why i'm still alone but I think that's why my heart hasn't gotten broke.
Girls who listen to your whispers are just plain foolish, they expect a fairytale and
next week he'll be preaching to another girl.
I ain't no holla back girl I won't turn around when your calling because that's just
playing right into your hands.
I won't let you dip in the wine just because I have morals don't you understand. You look
at me and I just smile... Don't you get it? i'm more attracted to a guy who plays hard to
get.
I need a challenge in my life and if your going to play easy
then I guess you should know that i'm not simple.
In fact i'm extremly complicated and it doesn't take a few phone calls to get me naked.
I aint no holla back girl you have to be persistant to get into my world, I won't give in
to just the same old game if you are playing me you better have me dazed.
Have me blind so I can't see I don't want weak game to be played out in front of me.
Challenge me or get lose, I understand my demands are harsh but it's just because I aint
no holla back girl but if your worth it I will holla at ya.
When I fall I do fall hard so I need a strong guy who's real and if they really
are down they will catch me.
Even if I say the words it still wouldn’t be enough,
You helped me to grow up strong even when the roads had seen rough,
You’re a wonderful father and a pillar to the community,
You kept me cool even when there was a rise in the humidity,
I realized being a father isn’t an easy job,
You got to keep yours kids away from clans, gangs, and even the mobs,
There were many times when I knew my life could have gone south,
But I sat back, kept quiet, and listened to every word out of your mouth!
Just doing your role as a father you bought me my first car,
I didn’t have my license as of yet so you didn’t allow me to drive to far,
I remember you first taught me how to drive a stick shift and stopped on a hill,
You hopped out of the truck and told me to remember our drills.
I remember being so afraid and terrified that I’ll lose control,
You were cheering me on and while climbing the hill the truck never rolled,
Today is a very special day your birthday we must come to embrace,
And being I was blessed with you as my father, I’ll continue to say my grace!
I do call you, “Holla,” but that’s not out of disrespect,
It’s just a nickname that has stuck with you but not one you give to your pet,
You’re my father but you’re also my best friend,
And my love shall always be there for you it shall never end!
This day is special for you and also for me,
Because I have my father around in my life for more years to see,
Some people cherish wearing, diamonds, platinum, gold, or even pearls,
But what I value is that I still got my father in my world!
So on this day Pops you go out and enjoy your time,
And our days together is what I’ll always cherish within my mind,
And if you ever come across hard times I’ll be there for you and I’ll never run,
These are values passed down through traditions from Father to son!
Form:
What's really going on with this generation
And the advancement that enhanced through cellular communication
There are flip phones, disposable phones, smart phones and more
You can even buy a phone from the corner grocery store
No matter where you go or no matter whose around
You can always find someone with their head held down
I said it once and I've often indicated
This society has become extremely intextacated
A phone was once only used so a person's voice could be heard
Now you can text saying so much without ever hearing a word
Yes, there are many, many things that you can choose
For there are so many different ways a phone can be used
A phone is a television, a Bible, a camera, a map
It can be used to video you taking a nap
A phone is like a third hand brought everywhere you go
From the kitchen to the living room, the bedroom fa sho
How the heck did the world ever come to this
When you gotta bring yo phone to the bathroom to pss...
It has brought together and torn up many relationships
It is thought about more than God
It's the world's worst addiction
Yet a phone that carries little weight can cause so much confliction
People cry over their phone when it's broken or lost
They'll pay $700.00 if that's what it cost
People will buy a new phone and won't have money for rent
Now they are broke for weeks cause all their money is spent
A cell phone can cause mood swings and emotional trauma
And it definitely can bring about some serious drama
There's Facebook, Instagram, Youtube and Twitter
The same phone that makes you happy
Is the same phone that makes you bitter
All in all there's good reasons to have a phone, this I know is true
For it so often comes in handy during the times you need it to
Well, we've been talking all this time, now I done made it home
Let me holla back at cha, I gotta go charge my phone
Hes ing homeless, you see him there don't ignore that starved groak glare,
You can see that he's got an empty cup in his hand he looks hungry and you're now aware,
He has no shirt on his back no shoes on his feet, but he's human too, hes no different to me or you,
He feels inferior, he's embarrassed to panhandle for any spare change from any of you,
He's ing homeless but he's human to, he's no different to anyone of you,
It's just your negative attitude that brings that poor man down when he's feeling blue
He's not useless, he has to sit all day he can't just get up and move away he'll get mobbed
And they'll take anything that's left, he's already been pillaged and robbed,
They'll even take his spot where he's currently sitting but it's also where he plans to sleep,
She's sick, her stomach twists she's not eaten in days all her money was spent on a bag,
Now she stands under the bright street light her spot light, she smiles even though she's sad
She needs to turn a trick to get her fix so she's no longer sick, She feels dirty and used
As drunk lads walk past how much for a shag you dirty slag, they holla at her amused
She's still human not a walking price tag, she dosent deserve such degrading abuse,
From let's be honest total ing twats that wouldn't last 5 minutes on these mean streets,
She's ing homeless and needs to score she needs enough cash to pay towards a hotel room,
To go after a hard night on the streets her homies will stay too splitting the bill
A room at the cheapest hotel that stinks, is dank and dark filled with mould and mildew
Blood splatter from previous occupants who have shot up, could pass as art deco from the ghetto,
There ing homeless but there human to there no different to anyone of you.
It's just our negative attitude judging them bringing them down till they feel blue.