Please be quiet it’s for it’s art! Can’t you hear the deeper sounds in that cutting and the meaning behind each rip. Whether it’s the cut from the past or the pain of living through endless fights the rips leave a mark on the papers of one’s life. Look at the way each rip is thrown on the ground as life is scattered in many a direction. For Tearing Art is something to see, hear and feel or something I just made up to try a sell some garbage. You decide and isn’t that what art really is?
This door must be opened NOW! For the light coming through can turn to clouds in a instant. If you go to open the door and it’s the wrong key well then at least you made an effort where others looked away instead. Opportunity might not be knocking but paring through and only those who truly look to the future can see it and feel it’s warmth. A few keys have been left by my door(s) and I’m about to test if they will open up my dreams as well.
I feel my soul rotting deep inside so I’m going to turn myself in tomorrow. For I’ve done enough harm that I know I need an outside force to control these urges that pound against my very being. Yet I need to clean up a few things before I make such a move and tomorrow might be just too soon. Now that I think about it one more time will release from this burning rage and then I’ll be clean forever. I’ll be able to start anew and I’ll close the book on this dark side forever. Wait another book is beginning to open.
FOOTNOTE- If this resembles something you see in a mirror or a reflection too close to you then there is no tomorrow for treatment must be NOW!
I’ve decided to start Phase 1 and all I can say is there will be changes that I and you will be surprised to see. It will occur probably when we least expect it and G-D willing it will only be for the better or at least attempt to be in that direction. It might send these words to an audience we’ve never reached before or bring them closer in. Yet in the end I can with confidence that I still will be me even if a surprise pops up along the way.
Paul Manafort has suffered enough for a crime which he probably wouldn’t have been prosecuted for if there wasn’t a Special Prosecutor out to get the President, at all costs. In the worst case scenario he would have received a slap on the wrist not a stay in Riker’s Island geared for the hardened criminals not one’s convicted of a white collar crime. It’s therefore time the President pardons Paul Manafort instead continue this death sentence for a crime he was politically convicted of.
Simply catchy this song is one for the ages. It’s beat holds up in today’s times and it’s lyrics is one that easily remembered decades after you’ve first heard them. Maybe it’s not the most brilliant song ever made but you have to admit it’s something that’s down on you.
FOOTNOTE– I apologize in advance for the last line but I was trying to be as catchy as the song is maybe that line belongs in the past unlike this song.
You can say what you like about the King Of Pop he’s not around to defend himself but you can’t say this isn’t a beautiful song. When history is written honestly they’ll have a piece about the emotional current that flows through this song and holds on to you and that is something you shouldn’t feel guilty about.
I’m all for reducing my own personal plastic footprint whenever possible but with paper straws that isn’t a possibility. Even the concept is silly for who heard of placing paper in a liquid solution and expecting it to hold together? You might get one sip but after that I believe you’re tasting more paper then the substance you’re trying to slurp out. So you can take that plastic straw out of my dead cold hands or don’t give me a straw out all.
It seems like yesterday when I was truly special. The first day he carefully unwrapped me and placed me with such care and love on his body. I felt so special as we walked with pride into the new world. He was so carefully that nothing touched me except for his naked body. We spent the whole day together as if there was nobody else in the whole world. Yet it all came to a crashing end when a bit of ketchup landed on my sleeve. I tried to get rid of it fully but I guess there was some odor left behind because after that 1st day it appeared I didn’t fit anymore. Now the ages have added up as my wrinkles appear all over me and I’m just worn when laundry day occurs yet at least we had that special day together and for that I’m truly grateful for one week ago.
The basic pieces are finally in place to start putting the puzzle of The Bud Rebel Show and Beyond together. G-D willing these basic pieces (below) will fit throughout the puzzle and don’t turn into Gold ($$) in which I won’t be able to carry them.
(1) SOCIAL MEDIA/CROWD FUNDING ETC- I have an extremely talented team in place that has provided me with a price to put this puzzle on the board.
(2) PRODUCER/DIRECTOR- There is a well established individual who has the skill, knowledge and experience to bring this to a higher level. Truthfully though I haven’t counted his Gold yet but if I can carry it to the board he will be on this board.
(3) SET – I’ve discovered an incredible local location that has put together similar projects at a much higher level. This Gold might take a forklift to carry but it probably will be board that helps connect many of the pieces together.
(4) ETC, ETC- I’m in the process of developing a product that is brand new to the market which will require very little capital and can many etc $$ to this project.