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Amanda Powell Jan 2018
My friend and I have names for each other when we need to channel our inner divas.  Mine is Beyonce Pad Thai.

Beyonce Pad Thai doesn’t care what you think because she’s too busy caring about what she thinks!

Beyonce Pad Thai doesn’t put up with your **** because **** is literally digested waste and she demands undigested life.  The life you use to the fullest without any waste!

Beyonce Pad Thai has goals you didn’t even know were possible.  She knows they’re possible because she writes them down every. single. day.  She works towards them every. single. day. and the universe gives her exactly what she asks for.

Beyonce Pad Thai doesn’t take offense to your words because she knows words come out of us and therefore they live in us and when we exhale them they’re more about us than the person they hit on the way out.

Beyonce Pad Thai is so awesome and fun she knows time spent with her is a gift.  When she gives you that gift and your lack of appreciation is apparent she has no problem taking it away and giving that gift to others.

Beyonce Pad Thai is done talking about you now.  She wants to find herself, in the crack of a newly opened book, in the b flat of a new flute song, in the sizzling sounds of a new recipe, in the times new roman of a dream job offer, in the middle of a twirl during her new favorite song, in the new comfort outside her comfort zone.  


10/22/2016 Amanda Powell
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    Pacific

so distant so
cold

            tuna
flesh
cold

start with the weird: then work your way to the profound...
alright?

now i have to work backwards
from the artist
Beyonce
and Rihanna are too close
too black
too vinyl
too leather
and choc big choc O choke on this choc
diddy ***
i wonder where is my rhythm in thoughts
and in books and death
and this woman keeps me grounded
while Katy Perry
goes to Mars
white girl energy
i mean she goes to space
and the white *******
are making fun of her
going into male lavatories
i think that's an ask to answer
for the thai and white transgender realism
and the african homosexuality
i did wonder
what i felt at a Beyonce t-shirt
gig
working her gig not
actually going to her gig
i think that's enough of an excuse
to buy a t-shirt
i worked the gig
maybe a work t-shirt
or a Hawaiian shirt
gig shirts
the guy with the gig shirts
was he a rodie
or what was he security
body close body on body
i wonder
i'm not listening to Beyonce's Rain Dance
Rain Dance Renaissance... pt 1
with Cowboy Carter
like the interlude
or rather Enlightenment no part II
dance advent
so that's why the gay crowd
italian and spanish
i am such an easy pick
outside the club scene
and there is a club scene like
there's history
of people painting animals in caves
while having ******
come on come
on when
nature was absolving and without
sins and thoughts
oh my god
it was so weird
so weird

       dance Beyonce
and today i wanted to buy Cowboy Carter
at my local HMV
and then nothing in vinyl or CD
when mercury is solid
as sound vibrating
how mercury the metal was
report to chase against charcaol
in vinyl
how we wrote sometime ago on paper
and now in Belzeebub's pixel eyes
i cctv and no other man
working a Beynce gig
working a Beyonce gig
      i mean working for my wife
like i might be working for Beyonce
i am night and giggles
i think i am night and giggles
all white pale moon
i couldn't buy the ******* album
on AMAZON
but i could buy plenty of cowboy hats!
i could buy plenty of those!
but i didn't
there were only 7 CDs
of Renaissance
left online and some stashed
in the physical reality
in a shop
in a storage space
i mean there is so much *** vibration
that she has homosexual men worshiping
woman somehow
the music itself
she can be elevated for breaking Bach's polyphony
Beyonce is the anti-polyphony
and this is a real venture into philosophy
and thinking about music as a res per se
for the food of the mouths
res cogitans and res extensa
music as a res per se
the fire of packages and all
like burning postage stamps
buying and then Anarchist all the postoffices
burn stamps
keep the money
let us need closer to us
let us need closer to us...

          sometimes music brought around
psychopathic propagandist overtones
of ego-crushing solipsism: not the positive
solipsism of the freedom
among the schools of Ancient Greece:
i just want to hug a poodle and a pillow
and so much sub-culture
that i'm only hearing now

i worked inside and now i'm working
outside
and i'm reigning in the cowboys
and cowgirls and i'm the bull
reining in the cattle
of imaginary hats and horses
i said to the Horse:
let me work this one Shift of being Human
and being one of the few Bulls
i don't know if
but i know there are Four of You
so there must be Two of Me
because a One of Me
invokes the Tree and Alien Insects...
so no...
i don't believe even Serpents are that stupid
but from Bull to Horse
i am telling you... about Trees and Insects
and the Apes are a Democracy
where we can shoot off our ***** bank...
you get the races
and cars
i get fine tasting burgers
my flesh not the lamb
but who the Jews celebrated the bulls...
but there i go off the tangent=     =+     /+=?
and all those vibes and vying for enough
colours
because i wanted to experience
the artist after the pop youth
i mean herself
make my own music
and little Eminem i mean a dancing
monkey
i do have a background in Reggae and Jazz
they shaped the most crucial moments
in my life
i inherited that after like
a Trig
a Cosine grapy:  Jazz     Reggae
                            Jazz Reggae
a Sine graph:
                       Classical
                                            Rock
      ­                 Classical  Rock

Tan:                  Time
  Impersonal                         Space Personal
Space             and              Time
when i was walking through the crowd
i asked for their umbrellas
and i just started to pluck those mushrooms
from the fairies of women
lining up
and it was like the best club
i ever worked
it was like the microcosm of the night life
i am still working the only venue in London
where no pubs and small clubs exist
away from us alone at the Coliseum
and let's return to the quiet life
the good life
and i need to move away from London

BREAK MY SOUL:
sorry... i had to REWIND...
unlike i had to sKI{P
on the first album i got into
Cow cow: i mean that duet with
Mreyl Streep: Mylee Circus...
i can't spell her name
******* on some sweets
but the dynamic of
M People hyped on
and Gabrielle pirate
songs from the 1990s...
she's 41... an older woman:
i think i understand older women
i don't think anymore than
seeing many daughters
and i have a fat cow for a wife
and i like plenty of thigh milk
my thigh-milk and cream...

REWIND x2
found my Bodyguard song early
on the album
the album dynamic is
overtly wow!
cerebral it's like mozart yes
a learning tool
translating language
works best to be bilingual
two albums apart
Alexis Apr 2014
Society is so focused on being flawless.  Perfect.  No one is flawless, not even Beyonce.  We will forget who we are on the inside, and soon that won’t even matter because the physical appearance is the main priority.  Women these days are spending so much effort trying to look perfect, which hurts.  Pretty hurts.  Society is expecting women to look perfect, otherwise people will judge.  ‘Perfection is a disease of a nation’. The showbiz industry is giving a negative message to the world.  Photoshop is one of them.  Making a celebrity look flawless is fooling the world into thinking we must look like that.  Spending so much money on clothes, hair etc. but we don’t need to focus on that because all that matters is on the inside, which most people don’t seem to see anymore.  We are constantly getting the messages in our mind that we must be flawless, and sooner or later, this is a disease.  Some of us can’t take it anymore, which leads to anorexia, bulimia, insecurities, and issues with body image.  Pain also takes over our minds, which is ridiculous.  Even celebrities have gone through this because in our naïve little minds, we are thinking we have to be pretty.  There is so much pressure it takes over our minds, and that’s the only thing we think about.  We look into the mirror despising ourselves, because we are who we are.  Society has created us into thinking there’s a certain way we must look, which there is not.  Our flaws make us who we are, makes us positively different.  Unique.  But we aren’t allowed to think that way because the media isn’t allowing us to.  When people change, they are only cheating on themselves because media displays images of what we should and shouldn’t look like.  It’s not their fault though.  They can’t help it.  Changing, like getting botox or body implant is only giving us a masquerade.  It’s a mask to hide our real, inner beauty, which the media has taken the idea away from us, to become people who we actually aren’t.
And in the end, we know that pretty hurts.
a.a.
this probably ******