I Actually “Read” All The Credits At The End Of Movies
Who Does That?
Lance Do–That’s Who
Why?
I Have No Idea—Just Seems Important to Me—
Matter of Respect
Keyakizaka46 – Eccentric (English Subbed)
Nightcore – iNSaNiTY
Vid Cred: Zen – Kun
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Hey Y’all!
Please do me a ‘solid’
(favor)
Help me decipher my writing notes. They make no sense to me.
I thank you in advance.
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“The Road Not Taken”
BY ROBERT FROST
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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
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Fuck it!
I am boarding the Insane Train.
I want to be with My People.
Bonus just for ref,
Albaquerky:
Bonus Bullshit:
“I’m no stranger to the rain
I’m a friend of thunder
Friend, is it any wonder lightning strikes me
I’ve fought with the devil
Got down on his level
But I never gave in, so he gave up on me.”
–Keith Whitley
Booze killed Keith.
It gonna kill me too.
Lorrie couldn’t save him.
He shoulda married a redhead.
A proper redhead would have kicked his dumb ass and made him live, or at least, want to live. Fucking Idiot! So much a waste. Of talent and promise.
Now…
Uncle Earl was nuts; that is why we loved Uncle Earl. Especially us Texans loved Uncle Earl, because he was just like our Governors: Whacked Out. Only wors’er.
Molly spoke about him:
“If Louisiana eventually elects Duke (David Duke) governor, don’t expect any sympathy from Texas. They sent us one of their barmy governors once before—Earl Long, who was Huey’s crazy brother. Earl finally got so bad his own family shipped him off to a nuthouse in Galveston. We kept him for six weeks and then let him go; he looked like a perfectly normal governor to us.”
From: Molly Ivins Can’t Say That, Can She?
Harry
Once Again…
I throw this in (I already paid for it)
Why NOT?
Too tired…but y’all know the thrill drilll… more lenny here:
Lance walks into his physic therapist’s office and slumps down.
“Hello” too effusive physiotherapist says. “How are we today?”
“Shitty,” I answer. “But we be chillin’”
“Oh no!!” he says. “We can never feel ‘shitty’, as you say; We are always ‘happy’.”
“Fuck you,” I say.
“Mister Marcom. WE do not talk this way.”
“Fuck you Doc, I talk this way. I am paying you so I can talk this way.”
“OK, why then, are you “shitty” as you call it?”
Leaning back… wondering how long this court – ordered bullshit must go on, I decide to hit him with it:
“I am feeling shitty ‘cause I have written some good shit on my blog and no one is readin’ it.”
“Do go on….”
“Well… there is that one about Southpark…”
“Yes?”
“Some great shit there.”
“No one reads it?”
“Yeah,” I say; “It is too long.”
“Why is it too long? Do you hate your mother?” he asked brilliantly.
“Well, it took three days to write. An’…who are you? Do you even know what it is to write?”
“Let us focus on ‘your problem.’ shall we?”
“Doc, let us focus on yers: I don’t wanna be here. I just want folks to read my shit.”
“I cannot help you there, Son.”
“Then what am I paying protection for?”