It was a donut my “boss” told me he left in his car that led me to these “golden bracelets”. For, not only did I just discover the car he told me to go in wasn’t his car but the donuts he told me to pick up were laced with something other than sugar. I guess this was the one way to get rid of an employee while covering you’re own sugar mess.
Do you live in the escape or does the escape live within Y-O-U? Is your mind filled with all different channels other than the reality network or do you have to plugged in to plug out? Has the world’s colors and tones hit your soul or are they part of the steps you are taking. This is the difference between the artist and the one who paints.
Just thought you might need this caffeine boost to your neuron’s this Monday morning. Enjoy but be careful about the lyrics especially today (times we live) and today (it is Monday).
INVESTIGATOR FRANK- Come on we know you did it we just want to know why?
JULES- You want to know why I should have done it huh. Well it could be the years of neglect as the middle child nobody really wanted.
INVESTIGATOR COLUMBO- Yes, it could have been that but I think there’s more and that’s nothing that would have…
JULES- Honestly, there was a thousand burns to my skin that anyone would have wanted to stop.
INVESTIGATOR FRANK- Were they burns to your skin or illusions thereof?
JULES- Just as the illusion of me being your prime suspect.
INVESTIGATOR COLUMBO- How about the call!!!
JULES- The call!!! I think you mean the lack thereof. How dare she call him when I’m their own flesh and blood!
INVESTIGATOR COLUMBO- Yes, she forgot about you and it hurt. It really stung!!
JULES- I (exhales) tried to keep the fire down. Yet, it continued to burn me all day long! The call , the fuckin call!!! If they were going to ignore me than it would be the last time.
INVESTIGATOR COLUMBO- Thank you that’s all.
Investigator Columbo & Investigator Frank begin to leave. Investigator Frank turns around to Jules.
INVESTIGATOR FRANK- By, the way we checked your phone and it was out of reach.
One might have thought the deep state was only a governmental entity that is in control but it goes much deeper than that to clothes on your very back. WGSN will decide whether you are in fashion or in ridicule. They have the power to have you fit in or fall out. You can try to fight it, but the fashion police truly have the power to handcuff your looks to society. For, in the end you will obey or be left out of the party.
FOOTNOTE- Try to proof this is not true.
“Chocolate Water” would combine the essence of these invigorating ingredients to make a drink like no other. Yes, it would be 98 % water, but the hint of pure chocolate would come through at just the right moments. “Chocolate Water”, can quench one’s thirst and desire in one delicious gulp.
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They may even be disgusted for what I’ve done but it was truly for their name. The steps they walk might just be a bit smoother but I’m sure they will only say it’s just luck or the efforts they had put forth not what I’ve given up. Yet it’s find for in the end it’s not the credits you’ve been given by those who believe they wield the power but the true one giver G-D who brings it all back into the cycle of life.
I know it should have been left without light but when evil was bringing in I had to get in the way even if it took me away as well. This was the bell played by Sampson and now it was nearly in my hands as well. Hidden deep in the echo’s of time this song could never fall into their hands. So, I dug the ancient ruins to find it before they could not knowing who truly held the shovel. Playing me like a fiddle until my strings were pulled tightly against me and now this bell might have tolled for good. I lived the Indiana Jones story that was never told. Yet I had one chance for unbeknownst to them I held onto a stone that slowly cut the ropes that bound me up and leaned with all my might. Suddenly I snatched it. Just as Sampson had his ending this would be the cow bell symphony that would probably be mine so I played as the walls came tumbling down.
You’re my down to earth call. When fame and fortune appear on my doorstop you’re the one who will slam the door and bring me back to earth. My ego will never get to big as long as your the one flashing the camera. For, I can count on you to bring me down to earth even if the rest of the world is lifting me up.
You never know when you’re last roll of the dice will occur and sometimes it’s for the better and other times it’s for the worse. The last time you got to feed your baby before you’re baby fed you. Your last bite of Chocolate Mouse cake or the last mountain you’ll ski. Of course that also goes for the last fight with your ex and last car accident. Everyday we roll the dice and the odds change as the years go on which time will be our last. So take a moment longer to enjoy every moment and toss away the bad ones. For the dice are rolling and the odds move out of your favor as the years go by.