February 2012

Liberty and fraternity
Alive and well in the 21st century
Who knows what life can bring

She is beautiful
She is amazing
God I’m in love but
What is this purple reality

Blue like the cold water that
Drenches my dreams in sweat
Cold starts that lead to
Wet dreams

And red coursing through
Heart and soul this fullness
Blood red lips sink me
Holy ship sunk with divine
Intervention and I’m hot for
Her fucked body

Hops and hoppy I’m dancing for
The yellow girl of my dreams
Beacon baby, call me slut with
Good intentions

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I did Charlottesville to NYC and back within 72 hours, so I had the chance to catch up on that damn rap music those kids are listening to now a days. Usher’s Trading Places is a popular song, so by the end of the trip, I was pretty familiar with the lyrics. And I got to say, this mother fucker is not even bothering to try anymore. Get a sample:

Skip dinner and we gonna rent a movie
You order chinese food right before you do me

and

(yeah) Wash the car
(yeah) I’m gonna walk the dog
(yeah) Take out the trash
(yeah) With nothing but your t-shirt on
(yeah) I’m gonna press your shirt
(yeah) I’m gonna wrinkle mines up

Now, call me crazy, but I don’t exactly start thinking about plowing me lady after I order up some crispy beef. Nor do I fancy eating egg rolls after 7 minutes in missionary heaven (though that does sort of sound good now).

Check out the second part too… a fairy tale of domesticity from Usher. Nothing gets a lady wet like talking about doing chores. I can only hope my nocturnal emission comes from dreams of Usher wearing nothing but my worn out V-neck undershirts.

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