People need to understand that old people have their own slang.
Just like how today we have weird words that describe certain objects or events, back in the 50’s and 60’s the terminology was way different.
~ keep it all smiles
Tag: words
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The style and the grace of beauty has never come up
Rivers running over of love but we don’t show up
The counters full of letters and the gifts we receive, taken for granted all the time the light has shown us brighter things
Invisibility is where I wanna be, holding back emotions and carelessness for the finer things
I’ve never seen such horror, never in my life, tear apart a page and read it twice just so you can say its twice
Even when the camera isn’t got you on the screen, tears fall from your eyes while you cry sitting behind the scenes
I know I’m awkward, my mind is in a different place, I know that I can fix it I love you and put you in first place
Trouble Man, that’s what I am, if you can role with me than you’re with Trouble Man
No time to waste we can go anywhere, Paris or France I don’t care as long as we’re there
My life’s a struggle, I’m moving at much a slower pace
Turtles pass me up and dust me while I’m in last place
But I can do it better then them other guys, balling like Mr. Gates rolling with them suicuides
Yes its choppy, clarity is nothing for it tho, Glass house broken into and all was stolen yo
If I don’t get it back then its all done, I will never give up, never Its all over and done
Now this the type of stuff that make ya wanna get up and tell the world that I love you while we talking on the phone
And this the type of stuff for me to apologize to you and try to fix it cus I’m weird mybad I’ve never done none of this before
I was scared of all the public so I ran from it
The world was all evil so I stood in front of it
I told it all to leave me and my lady alone, they need to watch the throne before I step and stub someones toe
I’m such an idiot why do I mess things up
The meal that I just had was bad so I threw it up
If everything was a lie then I should do or die, keep to my self so we talk, party and have a ball
Life is just a gift and so is love so cherish it like your family and never slip or fall
– Troubled Man
I am not a writer
So I know there has to be at least one person who is a very well respected blogger who has taken a look at my blog to see how much of a fail it is. Just look at it, well at how I write. I try to make my self sounds smart when I’m just a simple guy with a mind full of ideas that would make people get there lazy american asses up and actually go cut the lawn. See did you get that? I don’t think you got it. But as I write this I see that when I blog I write down what is going on in my mind. Stuff that I say when I talk to my idiotic friends and teach them something new because they sho’ aint teaching me anything new!
I tried to be a nerd at a time because I thought of how cool it would be to make a rocket ship that would fly to the sun and see what was inside…. No I’m joking, I wanted to just be smart and be really awesome at computers so I could be that guy people would ask about how to do such and such on a computer. Plus the guys in them movies looked cool doing it, matter of fact they still do. I don’t care what y’all dumb retards who hate smart people gotta say. There’s a reason why there in the gifted class in your still in LD. How did you even get here to my site anyway? Was you trying to find away to better your self so you searched up some random stuff just to come across a blog that talks about random stuff? Go read a book.
Now I’m really no writer, I completely fail at it. Do you know how many times I walk up to my English teacher in class to ask her random questions like “Did I do this right?” Or “I’m not sure on what you just said 2 minutes ago”, and get this. I’m in English Honors. I know its CRAZY! English honors and not to bright in the writing field. You can go over my whole blog and find so many errors that I missed or what my spell checker missed. I don’t suck at spelling to much though, only the big words I have never heard of before tricks me up when I’m not paying attention….but back to what i was saying, I’m NOT A WRITER!!! I would like to think that but looking at what I read is like reading my own mind. My mind is really crazy/messed up.
Theres so many things that go on in my head I don’t know what to do. I guess I’ll just keep writing on here and have my on and off readers look at what I think of. Maybe one day I’ll get popular and people will like viewing my blog, but I doubt that.
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