"No Hola,
How do you do?,
A waltz implores,
You push to one leg ahead,
That in the head to head,
Relax!,
Redo!,
No sitting to boo,
Have something to hit,
Put your ice up too,
Picking at it commonplace,
Cannot stomp out,
The moon or my face."
I got to the point readily here in the go or tipoff. Basically, sometimes you have to quiet the noise even though on most happenstances you are very close to the tuned out thing. Like, since it will be back tomorrow it is okay if it morrows on without me insofar as I return to under its favor in a short, effortless time like what would be tomorrow or the next fleeting moment.
That said, why does sadness or even morrow have procrastination provocations? I am not saying to read to literary literal extremes, but it is of a second look. Now what we may call on may not always be the option that has more than a few replications. I would like my plotline one of these days to literally score with every thing in series, but I know that won't true. As in, I know what I want to get at, and all that is stopping me, is that oft times it happens to be grammarily inopportune.
I recently opened my eyes to comedy and my best running joke is that I don't remember how I am because I am an uneventful person who sadly is looked upon as if he must not be hydrated or wanton enough for be doing really big things. And since it is quick it enough, or because I just like to change the line of questioning if I am to converse, then I am okay with taking the L for the oft unimportant.
Self deprecation? 'Tis not. The L would be because if I want to engage in conversation it is as if my place in the world is to be a layman's theorist often subjected to subjecting himself to being a layperson or the fat black guy narrative. But alas, I am reduced to thinking academia is the glory I want to be comforted by and I think it is because I am not the three on all fronts which would be tall as well as black and fat.
Enough about me, but you'll get that elsewhere. It's like how a black, tall, and athletic/thick/fat on her black girl, yes she's black, is just like the guy equivalent of her. Or that in other situations they could have the same logistical output in the worldly stage. How do I feel about not really being all that tall? Not well at sell. I just don't seem all that tall anymore as much as I have grown wide and easily assembled with as my own subjecting myself, as it usually happens to have been, is my imported weakness. Imported, because I chose something that I can veer off from or tradeoff and not report in the first chance I get.
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