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Guida & Me drove up to the ***** D In my whip there was co-pilot Bryx and Captain Sleezy E We rolled up to my yerp bro Brad D's Next were greeted by Dino whos drinking a 40 Labatt Blue bonging and ponging like were competing for beer drinking glory Then its onto asweome fries, saganaki, and telling funny stories That night was crazy and a definite blast Woke up the next day to see Dino's Dad's spot and gasp! Walk into the kitchen to see Grandma Rontondo cooking homemade marinara Smelling fresher than the lobby inside of a Panera Next it's downstaris to the "Thunderdome," mindblow is all I can tell ya! The food was amazing with Uncle D on the grill Sammy the Bull said "Plastic Cups!" so that was the deal Party was wild, popping bottles in other words unreal Zoo was great, conductor swag was for real Tigers beat the Twins, and that night it was freestyling, speeches, and Labatts on chill Like the words of Willie Nelson the ***** D stays on my mind I'll never forget that trip like my brain is a VCR and has the element of rewind!
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Sep 19, 2011
Sep 19, 2011 at 7:00 PM UTC
eric-clark
My First Trip To The ***** D
Guida & Me drove up to the ***** D In my whip there was co-pilot Bryx and Captain Sleezy E We rolled up to my yerp bro Brad D's Next were greeted by Dino whos drinking a 40 Labatt Blue bonging and ponging like were competing for beer drinking glory Then its onto asweome fries, saganaki, and telling funny stories That night was crazy and a definite blast Woke up the next day to see Dino's Dad's spot and gasp! Walk into the kitchen to see Grandma Rontondo cooking homemade marinara Smelling fresher than the lobby inside of a Panera Next it's downstaris to the "Thunderdome," mindblow is all I can tell ya! The food was amazing with Uncle D on the grill Sammy the Bull said "Plastic Cups!" so that was the deal Party was wild, popping bottles in other words unreal Zoo was great, conductor swag was for real Tigers beat the Twins, and that night it was freestyling, speeches, and Labatts on chill Like the words of Willie Nelson the ***** D stays on my mind I'll never forget that trip like my brain is a VCR and has the element of rewind!
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i might just be a catalyst, a-change-your-life, fucking-mindblow-you type, but fear will keep you steadfast like an inchworm, slowly making his way. you are a sunday morning. we all love sunday mornings, the car rides with nowhere specific to go, but when the salsa-colored sky fades, we never regret what we did on that sunny or even snowy, day. i am thursday, which is my favorite day of the week which is no surprise to those know who know me well, best. some people hate thursdays because it's the cooler, kissed-half-of-the-basketball-team squad, older sister of wednesday, but it's still not friday, the prom queen, of the week days. but for some of us, thursday is the new friday, and i hope that's how you see me because even though i'm not sunday, i will make my way. i don't move inch-by-inch, i wouldn't even say i walk, or even swim at all. quite frankly, i hate swimming; i hold my nose with my fingers after gasping for air because i'm afraid i'll inhale water and obviously, die. i fly like a butterfly, or some other flighted living thing. and i'm not one of those black and white butterflies, even though i act like the world is black and white sometimes. i am colorful. i am colorful in my words and actions, which catalyzes, because remember, i might be a catalyst, that fear that will keep you steadfast. because right when you think you figured me out, i will flutter by you, and you will be in utter shock with fear or with love, changing your life and blowing your mind. but maybe that's the problem. maybe you're the one that sees the world in black and white, and although this colorful butterfly is making her way into your sunday mornings, you, my inchworm, are colorblind.
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Feb 18, 2018
Feb 18, 2018 at 7:34 PM UTC
williamrobertroy
colorblind
i might just be a catalyst, a-change-your-life, fucking-mindblow-you type, but fear will keep you steadfast like an inchworm, slowly making his way. you are a sunday morning. we all love sunday mornings, the car rides with nowhere specific to go, but when the salsa-colored sky fades, we never regret what we did on that sunny or even snowy, day. i am thursday, which is my favorite day of the week which is no surprise to those know who know me well, best. some people hate thursdays because it's the cooler, kissed-half-of-the-basketball-team squad, older sister of wednesday, but it's still not friday, the prom queen, of the week days. but for some of us, thursday is the new friday, and i hope that's how you see me because even though i'm not sunday, i will make my way. i don't move inch-by-inch, i wouldn't even say i walk, or even swim at all. quite frankly, i hate swimming; i hold my nose with my fingers after gasping for air because i'm afraid i'll inhale water and obviously, die. i fly like a butterfly, or some other flighted living thing. and i'm not one of those black and white butterflies, even though i act like the world is black and white sometimes. i am colorful. i am colorful in my words and actions, which catalyzes, because remember, i might be a catalyst, that fear that will keep you steadfast. because right when you think you figured me out, i will flutter by you, and you will be in utter shock with fear or with love, changing your life and blowing your mind. but maybe that's the problem. maybe you're the one that sees the world in black and white, and although this colorful butterfly is making her way into your sunday mornings, you, my inchworm, are colorblind.
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