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There’s Always Angles

      Life is life, it’s always gonna be
This way, there’s nothing we can do
So there’s only two options and there’s
No in between, the choice is up to you

**** will always be **** and **** stinks
I mean you can’t have high expectations
It came from an *** and therefore
It definitely has its limitations

Flush that **** and wipe that ***
And get on with your day
You can’t afford to let it get to you
You can’t allow it to get in your way

I know, I know, sometimes it’s not easy
But are we weak or are we strong
Do we fight or do we surrender when
Everything goes so very wrong

There’s always Demons and they attack
From all of the various angles
Dismiss those Demons and Acknowledge
This also There’s Always Angels

Written By:Charles Kean
08/03/2025
Parasite

      You came into my life
When my life was a drag
You gave me what I needed
I was blind to the red flags

I didn’t know you needed me
More than I needed you
I’m still trying to recover from
What you put me through

Like a Leech you attached yourself
I guess it was just my luck
You fed off of me and more and
More of my life you would ****

I was getting weaker and weaker
Burning in the fire of your Hell
I was walking around in a Zombie haze
Under your Witch Wicked spell

You took advantage of my situation
You put yourself in the limelight
You pushed me back in the shadows
Until I realized you were just a Parasite

Written By:Charles Kean
08/02/2025
only
the
porcelain white face
of
the
geisha  girl
snap open
and
close
her
Nakamichi
red fan
to
entertain
the
emperora
of
japan
through
the
choreography
o­f
the
gisha girl dance
Nicotine is making a comeback
analog cigarettes are making a comeback
so many students are nicotine positive.

Every girl has Zyn by her drink at the bar
which used to be seen as a BRO-y vibe.
I’m not taking a view, I’m unbothered by it.

because

I’m hooked as well - I might as well admit it.
I’m into placebos these days and and I’m abjectly
rendered dumb by their unspeakable pleasures.

I went to an acapella concert last night and ***!
I was mollywhopped (knocked out).
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Acapella songs for this:
They - The Harvard-Radcliffe Veritones
Finesse (Remix) by The SoCal VoCals
Viva La Vida by Buffalo Chips
24k Magic by Acasola
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....
Trump has everyone quivering
he cornholed those cowards at CBS
but you know who ain’t backing down?
South Park. I LOVE those guys.
Trigger warning. This is EXPLICIT and hilarious.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Afetnw70S04
...
BLT Merriam Webster word of the day challenge 07/16/25:
Abject =  extremely bad or severe

[E] =  Explicit
Here at our rooftop, collegiate, ‘resort of the mind,’
an early heatwave has struck - we’ve been advised.
Like we needed it. It’s 94°f and climbing - we’re not insensitive.
We’re aware that the sun is bright and the air is crisp and hot.
It was Friday morning, until the sun pointed to noon.

Nothing’s going to stop the summer swelter except thunder storms - which are on their way - we’ve been advised.
A seasonable tempest is being piped-up from the sea.
Like we needed it. We can see the far horizon’s shadowed billows and curtains of rain - we feel the changing wind.

But we have every reason to be cheery, forewarned as we are,
here at the pool, in the still needed shade, armed with margaritas.
The weather may change, the season alter, but we will, unaltered, remain.

We seem to have captured a moment of buz. People are swinging-by, dropping-in, bringing drinks and party snacks then lurking by the pool.

Fridays are 'sui generis'—magical—because they play tricks with time. Dreary weekday landscapes seem to transform, as the old week wanes and ‘the pert and nimble spirit of mirth awakens.’
(A purposeful Shakespeare misquote).
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Songs for this:
Heat Wave by Linda Ronstadt
Heatwave by Bronski Beat
Heat wave - Bing Crosby
BLT Merriam Webster word of the day challenge 07/25/25:
Sui generis = something unique, or in a class or group of its own.

I have a (FaceTime) Med School interview with John’s Hopkins on Monday!!
I'm duper-nervous.
This morning we jogged early
I was back in my flat by six-thirty
From my tenth floor view of the Charles River basin,
The morning was incandescently flushed by the peach-colored sun.
The transparent clouds seemed stylistically stained, artfully workshopped, which offered a softened, Tiffany glass effect wholly worthy of worship.

I can’t stop to admire it. I’m jamming things into suitcases.
Cramming things into boxes, giving things away.

I had a second interview Monday afternoon, for Johns Hopkins med school. They put the question to me:
“The semester starts in 18 days - can you do that?”
“Yes,” I replied, and just like that, I'm a Blue Jay.
Of course, I had to withdraw from the masters program but Harvard gave me a full (95K) refund - I think they’re more excited about my med school admission than I am.

I’m not afraid of discordant notes.
They change the landscape.
Take us to new emotional places.
Any major work is going to have them.
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A song for this:
Hang on Little Tomato by Pink Martini
It's Amazing by Jem
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