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Texas: The Grand Facade “All my instincts, they return, and  the grand facade, so soon will burn”. Songwriter: Peter Gabriel, In Your Eyes §§§§§ and so nature does it best to humanize the arrogance, “can’t happen here, can’t happen to me, I’m too young, a brave Alamo Texan,” forgot Gabriel’s admonition, the grand facade, is exactly that, a coverup, and skin is not deep enough, even your tough hide, cannot keep out what you cannot see, is stronger than you, did you weigh the scales, do a cost/benefit analysis, write down the pros & cons? **think of coronavirus like love and *** —————— good love is a treasured blessing, a live long song, wine to be pleasured sipped, you get drunk on beer, and hookup *** give yourself ****** aids, and/or the clap, a bad decision, a haunting, a hangover that is marked on you face, that you’ll testify to every day for the rest of your sad, sad, existence, in the bathroom mirror a facade always gets revealed, too bad you chose the wrong thing to believe in... you unmasked yourself!
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Jun 29, 2020
Jun 29, 2020 at 10:29 AM UTC
Texas: The Grand Facade, love or ***
Texas: The Grand Facade “All my instincts, they return, and  the grand facade, so soon will burn”. Songwriter: Peter Gabriel, In Your Eyes §§§§§ and so nature does it best to humanize the arrogance, “can’t happen here, can’t happen to me, I’m too young, a brave Alamo Texan,” forgot Gabriel’s admonition, the grand facade, is exactly that, a coverup, and skin is not deep enough, even your tough hide, cannot keep out what you cannot see, is stronger than you, did you weigh the scales, do a cost/benefit analysis, write down the pros & cons? **think of coronavirus like love and *** —————— good love is a treasured blessing, a live long song, wine to be pleasured sipped, you get drunk on beer, and hookup *** give yourself ****** aids, and/or the clap, a bad decision, a haunting, a hangover that is marked on you face, that you’ll testify to every day for the rest of your sad, sad, existence, in the bathroom mirror a facade always gets revealed, too bad you chose the wrong thing to believe in... you unmasked yourself!
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Jun 29, 2020
Jun 29, 2020 at 10:29 AM UTC
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