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bon scott plays up a VOLCANO IN GUATEMALA



you see i start a partying in the night today

we are rocking and a rolling, yeah party, yeah

ya see we bring that volcano down to gualamala

yeah it’s about as cool as eating a banana

rock, ****** rock this volcano made ‘em rock

bring this party to the other end and rock

guatemala, is rocking tonight with malt and lava

is a rocking all night long

you see the house is a rocking, don’t bother knocking

yeah we will party, party we shall

rock this volcano, wreck the old life, WOW

i am going to get my spirit, and shake it down there

make all the people guatemala grin and ****** bare

and now i welcome slim dusty, i would love to have a beer with him

we drink in moderation dude, but our future, looks quite dim

yeah, we’ll drink in the town and country dudes

the people of guatemala feel distraught

cause we sent a big volcano, dude, from jupiter moon, that’s right

you see now we bring robert palmer in

how can it be permissible, oh yeah

this volcano in guatemala is unstoppable, ha

i wish there were ways to end it yeah

i would grab a methane and top it on ya, yeaH

It’s a strange occurrence first, it’s ****** hot, oh yer

it really destroys guatemala, dude the volcano is simply unstoppable

the walls are are shaking, the floor is melting

ya see, yeah we are covered in lava, and feel like ya melting

then i get up and look around, and i look up and see a volcano thrashing guatemala

ya see the volcano shook this town all night long

we’ll party on all night long

and then i get down and look around, to see if nobody has tipped methane on slim

you are hayley from bratayley

you are cool, the coolest dude around

i get up, and we’ll party down, we’ll drink ‘em down

then the old old man let’s out a big big frown

and i see barry allan as he walks past, i said come in bas boy, party on

and i tip a methane smoothie on barry, which shook the town of guatemala all night long

the methane shook it all night long

then slim dusty said, i will get a baked potato baked potato toast and jam

jupiter shook the guatemala volcano all night long, my dear

slim then said, watch bratayley, for me with new families, peter sergeant from canberra and ivy gimbert

and ivy and peter walked in and said, would you stop singing it up here

cause we need some COOL, for earth

baked potato baked potato, uhhhh baked potato

and then bon scott came up and said, PARTY PARTY,

and rock guatemala, while your at it, OK

AND we’ll keep this party rolling guatemala volcano malt and lava
Sacrelicious Jun 2012
Oh Baby, you've done.

Captured my essence
and made me think
that
I
exist.

For a
slit-wrist second
in "time".

Until them sparks
make fire.
& take you up in his flames.

A bad dream.
Filmed right between my
starry-eyes.

Soul Photography,
uhhhh
Flashbacks of missin' you.

Until then,
I will be all black
& nothing more.

Than a wannabe-writer in the
mourning.
And a secret-screamer at night.
Hannah McC Sep 2013
Haiku's are stupid
Why would anyone read this?
I've wasted your time.
Sacrelicious May 2012
Stripping myself
down to nothing.

So I can look
pretty,
like all them other
***** do.

Pixilated to perfection.

Welcome,  
my never-ending nightmare.
Bringing myself down,
so I can go down onto them?

lololollolol

Uhhhh I mean,
right before they
lay down
on their
backs.

Up
on a giant silver platter.
They're the main course, after all.
  
Funny, cause this pack of wolves.
Don’t even like *****.
But they're munching on something.

*****.
*****.
&
More of them.

You're not the only one.
The rest of us are still clownin' in the closet.  

SO
Play the chess-chest game.
Cause you have to.
&
Cut off the Queens head.
Purple looks better on you
anyways.
Sacrelicious Apr 2012
I deep throated
a rosary once,
so
I could feel
closer to
God.

After that,
I went
to his
"friends" house
for
Sunday Morning Mass
&
I went up in-flames.
Uhhhh
I
Guess
I'm just
the
anti-christ
super-star?

No.
I'm just
a
Black haired
Bandit.
How am I supposed to feel beautiful if beauty is specified?
I mean,I'm different!
You tell me to love myself yet you always point out the negatives in me,
Can't you just let me be?
If you have nothing good to say just shut up!
I'm not in denial of my flaws,I just don't need a constant reminder..
Demonized Angels Dec 2014
HEY I'm Alec I'm a groupie
I enjoy long walks on the beach and tacos
My favorite color is rainbow and unicorns are cool
I'm like ***** blonde and I like hats
My eyes are brown
Uhhhh Yeah PeaceOut
AJ Dec 2013
I'm cold cold cold.
My parent's house is not the escape I was looking for.
I lock myself in here without the heat to prove a point.
What point, you ask?
Well, uhhhh, I don't know.

I dug out an old sweatshirt from 6th grade basketball.
It's still too big.
If  I stretch my arms out towards the lack of sky
My tiny, chubby, baby hands peek through.
They are very cold.
I wonder if our babies will have my hands or Javin's.

I could never be a communist.
The theoretical kind of communism, of course.
I am very territorial.
Twisted Dec 2013
Uh...
Uhh....
Uhhhh....
UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...
UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH­HHHHHHHH...
HHHHHEEEEELLLLLPPPPP!!!!
The End.
Jason Schnepper Jan 2016
I love the way
you say my name
when we we're making love
I love the way
you make my body feel , baby
I love to hear the way
you moan and squeal
when I touch you in right place, uh huh
I love the way
you drop down to your knees
I love the way
you say uhhhh
give to me harder, deeper baby
I love the way
you just say **** me
I want a whole lotta love
Binary Code Mar 2015
Breath hard alright the it done you runt!

Ran t whoa that was a
title tortoise for me my. Kankakee barer ahhhhhh



You think I'm still good,
...?

Think I've changed?

Maybe ha aha fatti



I've still got the touch, the magic touch caçede ahhhhhh ha!

Gût you toot

I'm just, it's just uhhhh
What a poem codes applauded to all ya critical manhood
Pen Lux Dec 2011
The best burn I've ever felt
came from a small reflection
tucked away, strong,
removed from temptation.

Share your selection: perception.

Something about this weather makes me sick,
and cuddly. All I want these days is to be alone,
with a body, and nobody, and something to help
me forget a few things: less personal.

Moving around, faster, each by three.
So in love with this moment, I start to catch on fire,
a page full of ****, and forget me please.
You tasted better in the morning, I hope I did too.

Contamination through determination.
We're going back in time for the last time,
it's the beginning of moving forward.
What haunts us haunts us only in subconscious,
so we lay on the floor, curl in the kitchen,
inhale: new decisions.

Getting on tracks, hearing about the ones that got loose,
and the ones that go too close
avoiding getting ran over,
running over,
rereading
listening
listening
listening
I can hear you listening in the silence you create:
thank you!

This progress is beating it's way inside
of us, the way we beat into each other.

Um, um um um uhhhh Ah cha rah cha cha cha
I love you,
and I'm not going to say it more
than I feel it
and I feel it, oh honey, it's coming
faster than I do on the weekends.

Sttttrrrreeeeetttcccchhhhhhhhhhhh
rip feathers, wash away the leathers.
Last nights reminder sent me shivering
shocked.

Your voice is changing,
there's more than one
and you can talk about her as much as you want,
'cause I spend most my day doing the same thing's
inside as you do outside, just we do everything at the
same time, so there's no need for questions, because
everything's an answer.

Answering yes.
Yes yes yes yes yes
yes yes yes
y e s
  y  eeee sssss
ssss
ssssss
eyy yeeuh yes
yesh.


I've always liked the shape of a woman,
long hair pulled back.
It makes sense.
Since when?
“I just woke up and you're already attacking me,
all I want to do is just go to sleep.”
     you told me when I write,
and I proved you                     wrong.
Proved myself                         wrong.

Wrong is a word said quickly and distorted at the same pace,
it's manifest destiny in the form of emotions in motion.

Wrongwrongwrong
wrungwrungwrung
riiiing riiiing riiing-
don't answer that!
That sound
that instantly unforgettable sound
so alien in this setting
the garden in front of my home
but absolutely unmistakable
like hooks in my ears
pulling me toward it
no resistance
couldn't if I tried
half grunt
half moan
all hot need
rhythmic
repetitive
Uhh... uhh... uhhhh!
warm Spring day
one of the first of the season
her windows open
she doesn't care
or maybe she likes knowing
her naked lust echoes across the courtyard
for anyone to hear
oh, gods the things she is saying!
screaming out her ******
crying out for his
telling him where she wants it
telling him where to put it
I'm suddenly dizzy
losing my grip on the earth
heart racing too fast
palms beginning to sweat
mouth going dry
overwhelmed
overcome
pummeled by emotions from every direction at once
lust of the ****** certainly
but also anxiety
          this is wrong
and fear
          what if someone sees me
and shame
and guilt

And jealousy
and sadness
I wish I could have what she has
I wish I could be him
and I know that will never happen
not for me
not anymore
those days are long dead
cold ash in the ground

As her hot screams
soften to moist sighs
and my lust sours into grief
the hooks evaporate
forgotten
and I turn my back to the strangers' intimate sounds
and crawl home
Graff1980 Dec 2014
The curves swerve
Like a private seduction
Wavy roads marked
For ****** success
Excessive adrenaline
Mixed with hormones
Desire sweating pheromones
Gasping breath
Grasping flesh
Shaking off emotional dust
By satisfying their lust
Spooning in a cocoon
Wanting someone
Two caterpillars
Moaning to become
One
Butterfly
Their parts intertwine
Fairy wings fly
Going up
To come inside
Aawww   Awwww
Uhhhh!
Santiago Nov 2015
Yo te extrañare
tenlo por seguro
fueron tanto bellos y malos momentos
que vivimos juntos.
los detalles las pequeñas cosas
lo que parecia no importante
son las que mas invanden mi mente
al recordarte.

Uhhhh! ojala pudiera devolver el tiempo para verte de nuevo
para darte un abrazo
y nunca soltarte
mas comprendo que llego tu tiempo
que Dios te ha llamado
para estar a su lado
asi el lo quisooo
pero yo nunca penseee
que doliera tantoooo

Coro

Ya no llores por mi
yo estoy en un luga
(lleno de luz)
donde existe paz
donde no hay maldad
donde puedo descansar.
No llores por mi
estan bello aqui
(con calma ire)
quiero que seas feliz
que te valla bien
y cuando
te toque partir
espero verte aqui

Yo te extrañare
tenlo por seguro
como pensar que la vida
puede terminar
en un segundo
la vida es polvo
puede esparcirse
en un momento
nada trajiste
nada te llevas
solo lo que habia dentro

Yo te extrañare
little daddy waddy

******* his thumb

just like a stuck up little brat

i am a man, ya know, run of the mill

though i am penniless, but

that doesn’t stop me from being talented

but dad teased me like a stuck up little brat

is what he looks like to me

yeah, he helped me

but i wasn’t his cool kid, back then

what is wrong with me

to him, i was trying to be a cool kid

dad, to me was a nerd

cause he probably only liked together people

i tried to gain his respect

but i learnt together means theory for *****

i am never going to grow up for dad, but he isn’t around anymore

i am a real real man and dad was like a little baby wa wa wa wa wa

i liked pat in my head, because i didn’t want to pick fights with dad

i was visioning dad as a perfect little gentlemen, what’s wrong with that

i probably hear laughing at my mental health TV station idea, what is wrong with that

that’ll be fun for the poor and suffering to have a mental health TV station

mentally ill people love entertaining

i hate voices in my head saying to rob my stuff

i was a little young dude, who isn’t too woosey for life

who’s a little young dude, who isn’t too woosey for life

brian’s a little young dude, who isn’t too woosey for life

ha ha ha, i hear voices of old mates protecting me

they look like geeks who are trying to be like little homely kids

dad never understood that i was trying to be nice

he didn’t understand i liked partying at shopping centres

i wanted to be a real hotshot cool kid, to all the party young dudes, i liked that

i chucked a tantrum because dad wanted me to be with disability workers, i wanted more

ya know mucking around in groups with them, yeah they are nice

but i am an independent artist and writer aqnd youtube entertainer

mind you carers are helping me be an independent artist and writer

i was having delusions that my mates pat and lyle were treating me like a little cool kid, they ain’t my daddy’s though

dad was, i never got on with him, i wish i did

dad tried to say, your one of the young dudes, treating me like him and mummy, i hated that, but i tolerate that now

i heard old mates saying, leave the more big bad brainy winey, your not like us, NEVER

when i committed that awful act on an 11 year old boy, i heard my mate pat say in my head

you are not ever going to be treated like one of US  young dudes ever again

the voices say to me, i am a cool kid to the young dudes, but i ain’t better though

then the voices say, ***** are better, i told the voices, i am not a criminal, i am not a pheadphile

i am party loving, poetry loving cool man, dude

the voices can say **** till they are blue in the face, i ain’t getting worried, but the voices are annoying me all day, I HATE THAT

i tried to be a little cool kid playing cool for people going to bed, and dad said, uhhhh! get away from me, kid

dad was a man, and now he’s little betty campbell, see ya betty from cool man brian

you see dad up there in NIRVANA, i am the only disabled person in our close knit family

and you are being forgotten too, in a way, in the cool way, dad did say, he doesn’t wanna be cool

well, this affects betty’s mojo
Jonny Angel Apr 2015
You were so fine,
the way your lips
intertwined with mine,
so genuine,
it was indeed
unadulterated bliss.

I wish
I could taste
your beautiful kisses again.

For they were purer
than the freshest lemonade,
more intoxicating
than applejack moonshine,
sweeter
than a Cadbury chocolate fish.

I need...
uhhhh,
I want  to kiss you
badly.
drumhound Jan 2017
It started
in the corner of the dining room.
His favorite leather shoes set aside
to repair on a more convenient day.
He would get to it –
eventually.
In the meantime, both umbrellas
that bang and bump
in the floorboard of his litterbox car
made their way
there
next to the shoes.

Higgin’s yard sale had treasures.
A 16 lb. gold-glitter bowling ball,
a new set of silverware
(new to him)
and a VHS of Rocky III
which he always wanted to see
but would never see
hidden deeply in a
hoard of lethargy.

He goes to the Dollar Store
for soap and brandless chocolate,
returning with discount storage
boxes to organize the
growing meant-to’s in the corner.
But for now
he put them…
"uhhhh, there next to the other stuff".
Spring is almost here anyway.

Here.
Was.
Gone
just before the Summer, Fall, Winter
and the next Spring…
and 15 Springs after that.

One day he woke
on the body-worn sofa
entombed
by stacks of the Hays Daily News.
His cold, unhygienic feet
reminded him of the shoes
he could no longer see
buried ‘neath
piles of misshapen intentions
and a dead cat
staining scattered old calendars
all crossed off with
“How did I get here?”
I can't sing but I am still cool
I have fun in every part of my life
I sing how can you tell me your lonely and then go uhhh uhhh uhh
Awful
I can't sing but I am still cool
I know part of the union is political and I know Hannah Montana is inspiring
And I know old songs well, I understand a bit of why they were so popular
I know pink shoelaces was a boppy old song from way back then
But if I try and them I go uhhh uhhhh uhhhb
I eat hotdogs at the football
And u sing songs while doing the BBQ and I sound awful
But I just say I can't sing but I am cool
I sing the Giants theme song in the afl and I sing every other theme song and I sounded like an old fog horn
I can't sing but I am still cool
And it doesn't bother me at all
I want to keep writing, but I'm dying to find the rhyme,
my mind is numb and on the run, and I'm feeling so dumb,
I gave up everything for a bit of fun,
a bit of dope, that made me lose hope,
I'd grab the rope and wish to choke,
letting those thoughts soak till my heart broke.
Yeah
Use to wish I was famous with pockets of dough,
while out on the road living a life I don't know,
and that **** made me real,
I started turning down a deal, I don't want to be the one to ****,
I'd feel I was chill until someone would peel making me tilt and grab a knife wishing I could carve out their insides,
so I hid all my feelings and made myself a tranquil,
no emotions now and I'm thankful,
use to being so hateful, now I walk and I am faithful to a fault,
you couldn't pick me for a bloke who use to make loads selling dope,
Nah couldn't pick me for a dude who plays the guitar, or drives a ****** car Nah,
just wanna blend in,
just wanna be a face,
just want to be a nobody,
for no one to know my name,
and that's real, make no mistake, I could bake a cake and all you'd say is
"Thanks, uhhhh Blake?"
I Always thought I was useless until I found the truth,
and now I'm a short shot from being as good as you,
I always told myself, I could never be a star,
now I tell myself, that I should never give it up,
yeah, I'm use to getting hate,
use to getting blamed,
use to getting ****,
so I guess we're all the same.
(What a shame)
I'll fight to stay tranquil,
I'll decide when I'm tasteful,
If you don't like this little taste fool,
You can get out of my Facebook.© Kaleb Webb 2020
I can't sing but I am still cool
I have fun in every part of my life
I sing how can you tell me your lonely and then go uhhh uhhh uhh
Awful
I can't sing but I am still cool
I know part of the union is political and I know Hannah Montana is inspiring
And I know old songs well, I understand a bit of why they were so popular
I know pink shoelaces was a boppy old song from way back then
But if I try and them I go uhhh uhhhh uhhhb
I eat hotdogs at the football
And u sing songs while doing the BBQ and I sound awful
But I just say I can't sing but I am cool
I sing the Giants theme song in the afl and I sing every other theme song and I sounded like an old fog horn
I can't sing but I am still cool
And it doesn't bother me at all
I can't sing but I am still cool
I have fun in every part of my life
I sing how can you tell me your lonely and then go uhhh uhhh uhh
Awful
I can't sing but I am still cool
I know part of the union is political and I know Hannah Montana is inspiring
And I know old songs well, I understand a bit of why they were so popular
I know pink shoelaces was a boppy old song from way back then
But if I try and them I go uhhh uhhhh uhhhb
I eat hotdogs at the football
And u sing songs while doing the BBQ and I sound awful
But I just say I can't sing but I am cool
I sing the Giants theme song in the afl and I sing every other theme song and I sounded like an old fog horn
I can't sing but I am still cool
And it doesn't bother me at all
Ma Cherie Oct 2016
You want to hear me,
turn a phrase?
about my legs,
go on for days?
about my hair,
of raven locks
push back the hands
& stop the clocks?
I'll whisper gently,
in your ear
draw you close,
& hold you near
lay down your head
upon my breast,
to feel the heat
my beating chest,
I'll move my hips
to music playing
our bodies move,
as we are swaying
I'll kiss you here,
I'll kiss you there
taking off,
the clothes you wear..
I'll touch with hands,
caressing skin
I'll do it once,
& then again

Lips that taste,
like sweetest cherry...

No my name,
it isn't Sherry!?

Excuse me?
Uhhhh...

OK..
Time to go home.

Cherie Nolan © 2016
A battle mine, only the name part, rest started different and just for fun. : )
Yazad Tafti Oct 2019
shove your **** in my face
let me lick them uhhhh so ******* big
******* hard as diamonds cut my jugular
from the lack of blood we'll call it ******* asphyxiation
let me lick you ***** like ice cream
shove those **** in my face i'm gonna milk you cow lady
smack that ***
******* derek jeter smack that ***
this is going to be a good time as the crowd goes wild :)
feels good ya baby
NV Mar 2014
uhhhh.
growing UP
is one hell of a ****** up situation.
spittin' shells from my clip
leave my enemies exposed
either naked or clothed
ot dont matter as long as the bullet holes
cuttin ya breath short
smoke a new port
play these ******* like a sport
muthaphukkaz try to leach on
then get they preach on
when ya wrong
but i say **** it i christen the **** cheech n chong
what the hell.is going on?
******* more crooked than politician
***** go see the beautician
ugly *** ***** keep wishin
thought ya had me trap
til ya seen my straps
then we put them ****** in dirt naps
i hate ****** but love my brothers from another mother
slick as ever no need to be undercover
im wide in the open hopin
they take me for a joke and
so the pistol comes sneaky
and smoking body chokin as ya blood begin soakin
up the concrete grounded with my feet then repeat
to all my enemies this is ya warning before be in eternal sleep peep when i creep
i see my foes ahead before they plot
i already got em shot and dead
so dont be that muthaphukka assed out passed out
as i position my mount
still knockin my enemies out
when I ride


since i was born a ****
ill die a **** in a puddle of blood from a slug
no tears in my eyes
as i soul search the sky realize
this aint **** for me
i seen my enemies
like.jesus to judas i got that buddha
talkin to a brother im.hellbound
trapped inside of satan cell now
hear me now and loud
puff my cloud before i take my last breath
then ill.die in honor
stand next to the father
a black man with dreads and armor of gold breasted plates make demons heart ache ya cant shake
my flame once i ignite
i burn all you ******* on sight
im like the purge fools all die in one night braille ya sight
thought ya can cease me
believe what the **** would
u do if ya seen ya enemies approachin slowly .....
ride on em uhhhh



look into the eyes of madman
half dead man
walking around lookin astound
faced with death for eternally hell is where ya find me
no insanity pleas
lord forgive me
for i know not what i do
so i gotta do what i gotta do
since i was exposed to sin
colorful visions from the sip of gin
**** im going in like the wind
coming in through cracks of door hinge no pretend
my **** real stay poppin' my steel
make it my enemies last meal
as they squeal
like pigs this aint no ****** gig ya dig
im coming with wrath of the father
***** ****** still gettin slaughtered
as i ride.....
a name Aug 2021
"𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒔
𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒖𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓
𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒊𝒔"

...𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵, "𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘭"? 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦...

she left work early to venture out on the last day of the month.
she told her manager she had plans with family, but that was nowhere near the truth; she had a dinner plan with someone far from anywhere related to her.

she took her pay and went off.

the afternoon looked grim. the road looked grimmer. the sun looked tired and the world looked tiring. for her it was not a particularly good day to exist.
neither will the night be any different, she presumes. at least she was paid.

𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵. 𝘪 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘬, she thought.

the bus she boarded had rusty railings and handles ready to fall off.
it was still early so there weren't much passengers. there were three, she counted, not including the driver and the conductor. she took her seat in the back so she could watch their heads.

"𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒂 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒆
𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓
𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆... 𝒖𝒉...... uhhhh..."

she lost focus. it started to rain, and she remembered she didn't bring an umbrella. the dilapidated bus windows won't close.

𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘶𝘺'𝘴 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘺 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘵. 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘻𝘻 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳. 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨...?

the guy (or girl?) was wearing something unusual; it looked like it was made from plastic and resembled a waxed salad bowl. she spent her entire bus ride thinking about the peculiar headpiece and being bothered by the splash of the rain.

𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘺𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴?

she took her stop and quickly went into her building. the garbage bags she put outside weren't picked up by the trucks. she stopped and stared for a moment to ponder.

𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘺. 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭.

her apartment was cold and grey as well. she grabbed her watering pail as she entered and went straight to her plants. she feels suffocated. she had half hoped that the plants she bought would make her place look a little brighter and make the air a little fresher.  
instead the pots cramped her place a bit more and attracted ants to live in the soil.

afterwards she set a kettle to boil and went to pass out on her couch. the day was still grim. it seemed its only been grim all these days. she thought of how long it's been since she was in a cheerful mood.

𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘪 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢. 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘦 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘵. 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘺.

𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘰...

she stared at the scene in front of her. the steam from the kettle, the array of unwashed dishes, the shadow of the rain streaming on her kitchen floor.

she sat upright and opened her notebook on the coffee table.

"𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔
𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔...

-𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯? 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦... 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘩 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴...

...𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒖𝒍- 𝒖𝒉....

-𝘯𝘰, 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘴𝘺𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴...

...𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂 𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒐...

-𝘩𝘮𝘮𝘮..."

she closed her notebook and threw her pen at the clothes bin. she stood and went to the bathroom, and splashed her face.

𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘪 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴. 𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘺. 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨.

𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨.

𝘩𝘦𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘳𝘩𝘺𝘮𝘦𝘥...

she wiped herself with a towel and stared at her face. her eyes were starting to grow bags. her makeup wore off and a zit revealed itself on her chin.

𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘪'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭...

𝘨𝘰𝘥 𝘪 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵.

𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥. 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦.

𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩. 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘩𝘦'𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴.

she took one last look at herself. she passed a comb through her hair once and decided it was enough. she went to fix herself some tea and gave up halfway. she decided to sleep until she has to go.

laying down, she meandered through her thoughts.

𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨? 𝘪 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘪 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪'𝘮 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩. 𝘪 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦.

𝘪 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭, 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳. 𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘪'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦.

𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘺, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨'𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵. 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺. 𝘪 𝘢𝘮 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥.

she slept for an hour and a half.

...

the alarm was deafened by her pillow. she woke up startled to the blue of dusk. the rain had stopped.

𝘰𝘩, 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘱

she stood quickly and fixed herself up. she had thirty minutes to her appointment, and there was no time to fix anything else. she grabbed her bag and left the apartment.

the trash left outside was torn apart by some street animal. it made a stench while she waited for a taxi.

"Italliani's, please. Near Westwood."

the place was a twenty minute ride from her apartment. the series of avenues around it was her favorite to sightsee from a car. high rise buildings and bright signs from old shops. but all the nighttime scenery wasn't quite ready yet, and all was awash in the blue of dusk.

she hated dusk. for her it was a dim and dull sight that remains of sunset, and nowhere near the shine and glory of the afternoon. she hated night more, and dreaded the idea that she would have to commute after dinner, provided that her date goes awry.

her date was waiting for her on the sidewalk. he had a paper bag on his left.

"Hey, I'm sorry, I was busy at work."

"You were from work? Are those your work clothes?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry. Rain didn't help either. Are we... ready?"

...
Delton Peele Oct 2020
Ok dinnng..........Ding .........
da . da .  Ding...da da DInga dada DINgaah daDINGAAH AHH
(SHHH FLASH back. Uhhhh hey Kid .......
Look at me HEY...alright? Huh ? Uh?.ukay LISTEN
WEALLL KNOW he cheated and payed off everybody
Ur wife , coach,the ref .everybody.
A. A. Aaerrybudy. A aerrubuddy........aherrrybuhdhyyy.................)
BINK .UYHHH BIBINK OOH. YAH. IMA TAKE MY TIME WID YOU #bi bibibiBINK#
WELCOME TO THE HOUSE OF PAIN BOY
#!#!÷WHAAAM÷!#!#.... a..a.aAAM!!!!!a..a..am .......a.a.am
Bink
(Errybody .....I know how bad it hurtcha kid....
I greased every palm ...signed everything away raised every petition .....aneven. Commited a few unmentionables.
Im sorry Kid.
I did everything i could do to get you a rematch ...
ALLERGIES KID......whawd Um ..um...A.
AWE GEEEZ YA GOT ME CRYIN HERE.
SHUD UUP .....UPP.     UPPP)
Up on his feet again folks ....
Hey Jim. ..I take my hat off ...
After a contraversial drawn out fight im sure we alll remember.
The golden boy at his prime beatin and left for dead in the ally 2 days before his first title fight
I gotta tell ya.  I didnt think id ever see him in the ring again .let alone face the champ again ...an uh ..uh ..i need. A moment jim ....icant ...uh.    Uh.
Uppercut ...and the kids stunned.......
Und......unnd...undun n n
(Understand what im sayin Kid ?
Nobody said you wuz gunna get ta fight
Me an the boyz tried our hardest
That s the thing
Whys  im cryin here Kid
This title fight that you wanted so bad
We couldnt get you..........
Kid....no .matter nuthin at the end of this day
YOU ARE TA US THE CHA.PION OF THE WORLD
AN NUTHINS GUNNA TAKES IT AWAY.
I luv ya Kid .....its youre big night
An you......You earned it
You.....THIS FIGHT YOU EARNED .NOT ME NOT NOBODY BUT YOU ....
I M AT YOUR FEET IN AWE
YOUR DA MOST AMAZIN THING I.   ...
.AM .......JUST SO PROUD TO BE.  ...  ..
YA KNOW.   KNOW ....?KNOW ......KNOW.......)
OH the kid comes back an the crowds on there feet
Look at em go.......ohhhhh the kids taunting the champ
dddddd dinnint
Think think ink ink..ink...ink.....ink.............ink......
(Sigh .........shhhhh. .....bring it ....mmuuuhafukin)
Oooooooh nice swing ......doez it come in a menz size too?
Awe you doo remember me ee-e-eeeea..e-eeeea....e-eeeeaaahhh
(Shhhhh back pedal a little juke left bob bob bob right
Thats it thats it....keep yur. F.ffffff n gloves up ....hes head huntin)
STICK TA DEFENSE KID!
( CODE.      I GOT IT COACH.     MY Q......
Shhh bring iit to me big boy )
The kids stunned again he s just tryin to stay up right
The champs almost steppin on his toes

Toes.     Oes.   Oes.   Oes ..oes
(Over to the left bob bob bob ....he took the bait round house. Incoming .........the no no
Faaaaaaaaaaaade back hard all the way .....way back inta the ropez.    Push back *** hard *** you can till you run outa spring. Then you dig your toes inta the canvas as deep as they can go swing as hard azyou can let the rope sling shot ya and jump straight through to tomorrow Oh Oh OH OH )
OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
K.O.HHHHHHHHHHHHHHH­HHHH
THE KIDS MANAGERS IN THE RING
OHHHHHHHHHHH
HES HOLDIN THE KID.        
I CANT SPEAK......................I CANT.........
OHHHHHHH MY ................
OHHHHHHMY ............
I CANT BELIEVE IT.        
HE S NOT MOVING ........I DONT THINK HES BREATHING......................
MEDICS CANT GET TO HIM ..........OHHHHHHH
I CANT BELIEVE
EVERY BODY TOLD HIM HED NEVER FIGHT AGAIN
HE DIDNT LISTEN
OHHHHHHH IM.       ...... THEY SAID IF YOU FIGHT AGAIN.   ......YOU WO.........AN HE JUST WANTED TO
THIS WAS WHAT HE WAS A FIGHTER
NOW HES CHAMPION OF THE WORLD.    
THE CHAMP IS BEEING TAKIN OUT ON A GERNY
THE KID WONT LET GO OF HIS COACH...
AND THE KID WONT TAKE THE BELT


OOOH HES GIVIN IT TO HIS COACH
I LOST my mom 10 years ago to non small lung cancer .....the greatest friend .woman.mentor and mother i could ever imagine it was a tough year and a half. She cried once .i bathed her cooked and cleaned ....she lived with me that while ......hardly slept .......an hour bout everythree days
She had a heart atack.  3 Am.    I was v
Gonna call another ambulance. For the emt's
I was gonna beat the brakes offn em
I was so in the wrong on that one ..sorry. My bad
Had to decline the surgery which meant shed probly be gone by the end of the week .i woke her up to tell her she said .......on to the next eppisode.....bout 6 months late 75 prescrption meds admin by me every day ..........they ............
Geezed her up with.      Phenole barbitol..... and .......and ......after that she couldnt hear anything i had to say.   And she ......she ...hardly moved ..at all. ...she died in my arms the next night ......my queen my champion my everything. On our favorite holliday .....new years eve.......it was the best thing i had done with my life and the best and worst year of my life and the beginning of the end of me........now that disease .........my most hatred muse is on my doorstep again ........trying to ****** my loving father the same way........so this is a metaphor for how i daydream it would be this time round thank you for reading
.and no matter what life throws at you .....take the time for whats real stay in touch and tell em. ........i love you

Tell em i love you
Tell em i love you
M iloveyou
Iloveyou
Iloveyou

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