Thursday, September 23, 2010

Pardon Me, but please pass the Grey Poupon!

Tomorrow is Friday and I am making it my business to shake my ass. Venturing to a club/lounge in Brooklyn hoping to relieve some tension through dance. Summer is over, but some of its weather is still here. I should enjoy it while I can.



I took a look at the lyrics in kanye's song "Runaway", specifially the chorus:
Let's have a toast for the douchebags,
Let's have a toast for the assholes,
Let's have a toast for the scumbags,
Every one of them that I know
Let's have a toast to the jerkoffs
That'll never take work off
Baby, I got a plan
Run away fast as you can




Obviously Mr. West is giving into the media's judgement of himself and owning it. Which is probably the best way to go about it. He is no asshole, but he does need a little more class like half days. If man makes the money and money never makes the man, then the Louie V does not translate into manners. I agreed with the statement Kanye made about T. Swift and yes Beyonce did deserve the win. See how I said that without interrupting anyone else? =)


Either way toast to the assholes, scumbags, and jerkoffs EVERY one of them that I know.








Just putting pen to paper thats all.



Turning back the hands of time seems like the perfect way to start this
day.
Let's go back to when I was young
and racing outside as the school bell rung.
Better yet let's take a trip to high school
when hormones were raging and team sports were engaging.
Venturing to the beginning of college would sure be a lesson to learn.
I'd make all of the rights instead of left turns.
Avoid the daunting characters that haunt me to this day,
and the ones that promised they'd stay.
College doesn't seem so distant since I'm still in the midst.
Yet I can recount countless mistakes that should have been missed.

Turning back the hands of time is not a power I possess.
What shall I do with all of this regret?
Changing my perspective seems the only way,
but memories are the price I'll have to pay.
Scraping away at my soul like plaque,
while watching it fade to black.

Open your arms to me.
There is so much you do not see.
Don't misunderstand just agree to disagree,
and you have solved the mystery of me.

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